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Direction le Parc Expo de Colmar ce samedi 14 juin pour un gala de Danse Burlsque. Au programme, de nombreuses danses proposées par les membres de l'école de danse La Clandestine à Colmar. La star Caprice Bellflower sera également de la partie.Lemm Rollicking, membre des Pinup d'Alsace et directrice de La Clandestine en dit plus.Infos pratiques : Samedi 14 juin, à partir de 19h00Colmar, Parc ExpoTarif unique : 22€https://www.colmar-expo.fr/fr/agenda/concerts-spectacles/grand-gala-burlesque.htmlLes interviews sont également à retrouver sur les plateformes Spotify, Deezer, Apple Podcasts, Podcast Addict ou encore Amazon Music.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Today: This Saturday, expect big hats, big skirts, and even bigger personality as the Derby Day Pinup Pageant returns to Montrose! And later: Brenda Roberts, a 61-year-old woman who was reported missing over the weekend, has been found safe. That news came on Tuesday from the Montrose Police Department.Support the show: https://www.montrosepress.com/site/forms/subscription_services/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Adventures of The Falcon "The Case of the Rich Racketeer" November 5, 1950 NBC  The Adventures of The Falcon "The Case of the Puzzling Pinup" November 19, 1950 NBC 

I was thrilled when PINUPS creator Christopher Schulz agreed to speak with me a few years ago, and I am happy to share it with you all again. Please be sure to check out his clever, beautiful magazine. https://www.pinupsmag.com https://www.rickymceachernartist.com

From Dairy Queen counter girl to Playboy pinup to murder victim – in just two years. Hugh Hefner called her the next Marilyn Monroe. A major Hollywood director wrote a role in his new film just for her, confident that she would make the leap from centerfold to starlet. But all of that was cut short on August 14, 1980, when a private investigator stumbled upon a brutal murder scene that shook the entertainment industry to its core. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

DAREDEVIL IS BACK! Joel Haston of Pinup Presents joins Sean Mott to chat about the debut of Daredevil: Born Again. Is the reboot a hit, or did Marvel Studios ruin a beloved franchise?EARGASM Use the code METALCORENERDS to save 10% off your order. Protect your hearing while still enjoying the music you love.Support Joel!Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Buy Pinup Tickets Song of the Week: Your Spirit Dies "Serpentine"Check out the Metalcore Nerds Pull List Spotify PlaylistJoin the Metalcore Nerds Community:Discord | FB GroupFollow Metalcore Nerds on Social Media:Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | YouTube | TikTok

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Earthling and Venusian are marooned.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent;) was a stern but fair Commanding Officer. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol.Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight uniform. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.As the captain came to stand in front of him, it took all of Cockman's concentration not to look down at the mostly unzipped front of her waistcoat officer's uniform. The twin swells of her tits hung just below his gaze, which never wavered as she stared him down with her piercing blue eyes. It was no accident how she chose to wear her wardrobe. Nothing like a nice set of tits to test the discipline of a bunch of horny wanna-be spacemen."Present arm!" she belted out, her bosom bouncing slightly as she did so.The cadet whipped out his ‘pistol', for inspection, with military precision. The captain reached down, running a gloved finger along the shaft of the weapon. The white finger was free of smudges. Taking hold of the handle, she pivoted it from side to side to check for any unnatural curving. She lifted it up to check the magazine, tilted it down to check the sights. Satisfied, she knelt down and placed the bulbous barrel between her lips.Cockman closed his eyes as his superior's superb mouth began to 'check the charge on his ray gun'. Bunny Benover hadn't gotten the nickname of Cap'n Cocksucker for nothing. Cadets who came under her command would also cum on her command.Those in her unit said she found a penis preference for she would get their units "inspected" several times a week; and Cockman was one such enlistee. Her frequent fellatio fraternization was unofficially tolerated because she was the daughter of a well-known general. It was also a boost to morale and cadet recruitment. Many young men would sign on for a hitch, just for a chance at receiving a blowjob bonus courtesy of the busty blonde captain.Cockman chanced a glance down to watch the master a work."Eyes fwunt, Cabet!" she mumbled around her mouthful. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of a wall chronometer and sucking noises. At length she released him long enough to gasp out, "At ease!"Cockman went in parade rest stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, and hands clasped behind his back. Now they could both enjoy the inspection and he looked down. He was rewarded with the sight of her red lips raking down the length of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes now twinkling with lust as she began to suck him harder, her cheeks hallowed and lips stretched around his girth. Her gripped tightened as she practically fucked her face with his cock. She backed off gasping, a strand of spit stringing from his tip to her lips."Enjoying your inspection?" she asked huskily, swirling her tongue around his head."Ye-Yes, Ma'am!" he gasped as she teased his tip."Well, I'm afraid this will be your last for a while," she sighed, sucking him for nearly a full minute before she continued, "You've been reassigned to a patrol squadron.""I understand, Ma'am," he answered, his voice a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had always dreamed of being a rocket pilot, but he was also going to miss getting his pipes cleaned on a regular basis."And since this will be our last session and your service..." she said, giving his cock an appreciative lick, "...has been exemplary, I've decided to give you a proper sendoff.""Not necessary, Ma'am. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command.""Be that as it may, I believe you deserve a reward for service above and beyond the call of duty."Standing, she leaned up to shove her tongue in his mouth.To say that Cockman was surprised would have been the understatement of the twenty-second century. Despite the literal dozens of times she had blown him, she had never once kissed him or any other cadet, as far as he knew. Nevertheless, he responded as any healthy male would, by kissing her back, his hands encircling her waist to pull her closer.Her hands, meanwhile, reached to slowly unzip her tunic. When the zipper reached her navel, her sizable tits fell out of the flimsy garment. Breaking the kiss, she offered one to him and he took the ruddy nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing across the hardened tip. He reached up to caress and squeeze as he pulled more of her tender flesh in. Bunny ran her hands through his dark hair, moaning as he moved to mouth the other tit.Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper of his jacket; he shrugged out of it as she fumbled with his belt, his lips still glued to her tits. His pants dropped in a heap around his heavy space boots. By now her tits were practically coated with his saliva, glistening in the bright overhead lighting.Pulling him up into a kiss, she quickly shed her own slacks. Cockman noted with a smile deep in the corners of his mouth that she had gone commando for the occasion as she shimmied her round ass onto the edge of the desk, a sweep of her arm clearing it so that she could lay back. Her legs spread out and up, invitingly; her hands rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Cockman could see she was already dripping as she addressed him."Drop and give me twenty, Cadet!" she said breathlessly.Cockman dropped to his knees, burying his face in her sex. He mouthed her puffy flesh, his tongue sinking deep inside her hole. She moaned, grabbing his head to force his face deeper. He began to finger her, first one digit, then two as his tongue slid across her clit in waves, pinging her radar over and over. His fingers hit her little red button and she howled like a 20th century air raid siren. Cockman kept going, his mouth and fingers flanking her trench line."Oh, God! Oh, eat my Twat, baby!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her slit in his mouth. Her dirty talk turned him on and he redoubled his efforts, furiously fingering her, his teeth savagely pulling at her clit. She was writhing and screaming, cursing at him to eat her alive. At exactly the twenty minute mark, she commanded he stand down, her body still convulsing from his gratuitous feasting. She recovered, then sat up.As he stood, she leaned forward, and reached both hands around his neck then pulled him down to her, crushing her lips to his as she pulled him on top of her."Fuck me, Curt!" she begged. Cockman's arms were extended down to the surface of the desk. Captain Benover's legs were wrapped around his naked ass.Again, Cockman was surprised. He didn't think she knew he even had a first name, let alone what it was. He was also now fully aware of what it was he was being offered. As the name would suggest, Captain Cocksucker was pretty liberal with her mouth but was very conservative with her cunt. You could probably count on one hand the number of men who'd gotten to pound her Twat. Now Cockman was literally being allowed entrance into that illustrious group, and his cock stiffened further at the thought that he was about to bone the infamous Bunny Benover.He stood erect and slipped his hardness slowly into her soft folds, Bunny whimpering as he buried himself in her box. He began to pump gently, savoring her tight twat. His large cock seemed to stretch her hole as he stabbed into her a couple times forcefully. She pushed him back, now draping her legs over his shoulders as she sighed out a command."Double time, Cadet!"Grabbing her waist, Cockman began thrusting and was soon slamming into her, hard enough to make her tits bounce with each impact. He wrapped an arm around each thigh and used her legs to leverage firm thrust into her wet hot crotch. He spread her legs wide so he could look down, wanting a mental picture of his “Cockman's Brand Sausage” slipping into her sweet bun. The captain was grunting, squeezing and pinching her tits as the cadet bored her canal good.She pushed him off her and turned away. True to her namesake, she stood, then rotated and bent over the desk, reaching down to spread her labia with two fingers, signaling him for reentry. Cockman wasted no time in landing his missile back into her silo. Grasping her thick hips, he launched his warhead at her target repeatedly, tightly packing her torpedo tube for a good five minutes before fatigue set in.Feeling his cartridge firmly lodged in the chamber, he slowed his assault on her rearguard. He wanted to make this momentous mounting last. Bunny was wailing, his massive ICBM sending red alerts to her control center.After another ten minutes of giving her a D that was not silent, the urge to pop flare became too great. Per standing orders, he notified his C O of his pending need for extraction. Shoving him away, she slid off and sank to her knees, then spun around to swallow his now overly sensitive member. She slobbered his schlong, her blond head bouncing on his boner.Slipping off for a moment, she offered; "You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" she cooed. It would be another first for Cockman."Uh huh!" he croaked, his legs trembling.She shifted into full slut mode, slamming his cock to the back of her throat. Taking hold of his ass, she gagged herself, coughed around his cock as it sank deeper still. He felt ignition, barely blurting out a warning as his booster rockets fired.Like the professional cocksucker she was, Bunny didn't bat an eyelash, sinfully swallowing his spaceman spunk. Cockman groaned as he emptied his balls into her guzzling gullet. Captain Benover slowly pulled him out of her throat just long enough to exhale, then draw another nasal breath. Then she pressed her mouth against his furry pelvis and took his rod beck down her throat again. This went on for a couple minutes, her tongue rubbing his frenulum rhythmically. She didn't cease her sucking until his thoroughly deflated dong fell from her sore lips.Cockman looked down at his cumslut of a commanding officer. A bead of seminal fluid trickled from her lips as she dreamily smiled up at him.'Man, the guys back in the barracks would never believe me', he thought to himself as she rose to kiss him full on the mouth. He could taste his jizz on her invasive tongue."Don't be a stranger, Cadet," she whispered, stroking his manhood once more.Cadet Cockman exited the office a couple of minutes later.A sandy haired sergeant sat in the anteroom. His hands shot from under the desk to hurriedly flip a switch on the vidphone on his desk. All the same, Cockman was still able to make out the split-second image of the interior of Bunny's office on the screen.'I'll have to ask for a copy of that tape,' he thought wickedly as he headed for the mess hall, suddenly ravenous.The Transfer.The reflective hull of the X-23 gleamed in the noonday sun as its launch platform was towed from the hangar, the parting doors giving the phallic-shaped spacecraft the suggestion of spreading the lips of a giant silver cunt. The ship measured sixty meters from tip to turbo booster, its fuselage nearly cylindrical for most of that length. Unlike most modern spacecraft, the X-23 was outfitted with a set of wings and tailfins. These would be useless in the airless vacuum of space but when combined with the powerful engines, the plane-like design would allow the craft to take off and land without requiring an orbital booster.It was also one of the first fighters equipped with a hyperspace drive. This addition meant that it could be more accurately classified as a starship, rather than a mere spaceship, since it could travel between distant stars without the need to be tied to a heavier cruiser or frigate.But the feature that truly made the X-23 stand out were the neat rows of studs along its fuselage. Each of these grapefruit-sized half spheres contained a small thruster and these could be fired in sequence to perform any number of precise maneuvers in the frictionless void of space. The egg-shaped cockpit where the two pilots sat only added to the ship's unofficial motto: 'Ribbed for her pleasure.'Cadet Cockman hung back a safe distance to watch the launch platform incline the craft to the required forty-five-degree angle. Soon it stood like a giant winged dildo ready to penetrate the wild blue yonder.Feeling a slap on the shoulder, Cockman turned to find Cadet Billy Haney standing next to him. The two had gone through the Academy together and Bill was now in charge of the ground crew for the flight squadron. It felt good for Cockman to know that his soon to be fighter was in good, if a bit neurotic, hands."How's it hanging', Cockman?" Bill said, shaking hands with the much taller man."Long, lean and to the left," Cockman deadpanned but then both of them burst into laughter at the inside joke."Ain't she a beauty?" beamed the other, gesturing to the ship. Cockman nodded knowingly."A fine ship if I ever saw one.""Ever fly her?""Only sim," Cockman admitted timidly."No worries, CC. She ain't much different from the twenty-two unless you count the jump drive. Besides, wasn't it you who bagged Sheila Neutrino our senior year? Anyone who can handle that hydrazine in heels can certainly handle this baby."Bill playfully punched in pal in the arm. The mention of Sheila brought up fond memories of giving her the 'Cockman Special' in the null-g simulator."Who's my co-pilot?" Cockman asked, shaking the image of zero-g jugs from his mind as a set of stairs was wheeled up to the spacecraft, "You met him yet?""Here she comes now, as a matter of fact," Bill said, staring at the far end of the tarmac."She?" Cockman asked, following his gaze.The approaching figure was still far enough away that the heat rising from the flattop distorted the image. As it grew closer, the curving waves stopped wavering and stayed curvy. She wore an outfit similar to Captain Benover but with the tunic fully zipped to the wide collar. In spite of that, the tight-fitting uniform could not conceal the fact that she was generously round in all the right places. She walked with a military cadence, her hips swaying and bosom bouncing slightly with each step. Cockman saw a cadet behind her nearly wreck the cargo mover he was driving, so intent was he in looking at what could only be assumed was a very nice ass.The advancing hottie was also different from Bunny in that instead of blond hair and tanned skin, this babe had blue skin and purple hair which was tied back into a tight regulation bun. A Venusian, Cockman realized. She had on mirrored aviators' glasses and as she neared, he peeped the lieutenant pips on her collar. Both he and Bill snapped to attention."As you were," she said as she reached up to remove the shades. The voice had an almost musical quality to it and Cockman remembered reading somewhere about Venusian vocal harmonies. He also noted that her fingers were partially webbed and had no nails. Her heart shaped mouth was as dark and full as a bushel of fresh blueberriesBut it was the eyes that really drew his attention. They were the type you got lost in, such a deep shade of green they looked like two emerald circlets floating in a clear blue sky."Cadet Cockman, I'd like to introduce you to Lieutenant  Eza LuNar," Bill said with the emphasis on 'nar', "She'll be your astrogator for the flight.""Ma'am," Cockman said, nodding. Those lovely green eyes looked him up and down, an unimpressed look on her bluish face."You are my pilot?" she harrumphed.'Oh boy', he thought as he said, "Yes, Ma'am.""How much flight time do you have, Cadet?" she asked indifferently."Over fifteen hundred hours, Ma'am." He wasn't about to tell her that some of that time was spent giving a new meaning to the term 'cockpit'. She eyed him up and down again, perhaps a bit differently this time, he noticed and then turned to Bill."Are we ready for a system check, Cadet?" she lisped."Ready as she'll ever be, Ma'am," he replied smartly.When the lieutenant turned her back of the pair to move towards the ship, Bill silently got Cockman's attention, making hour glass motions in the air with his hands as he mouthed the word 'wow!'. They followed after her and as they neared, Cockman spotted on the side of the cockpit a cartoon Venusian in a Pinup girl pose, riding side saddle on an even more conspicuously phallic shaped rocket. The string bikini she wore barely covered her overly large blue tits and she was winking suggestively as she saluted. He grimaced as he red the caption beneath: 'Feels so good even a Venus girl will like it!'Lieutenant  LuNar halted when she too noticed the caricature and glared at Bill, her green eyes sparking with anger."I'll have that removed at the next servicing Ma'am," he gulped."See that you do, Cadet," she hissed.They came to the foot of the stairs and Bill motioned for them to ascend. As was customary, the lieutenant went first with Cockman following a step or two behind her. He was okay with the arrangement since he gave me a chance to check out what was indeed a nice round ass as they climbed. Near the top of the stairs, the Venusian's heel came down on a smear of grease that had been carelessly left on a tread. Her foot slipped from under her and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.Cockman's strong arm shot out, catching the full weight of her beneath her shoulder blades, his left hand grasping the railing to keep them both from falling. Lieutenant  LuNar's flailing limbs wrapped around his neck. Their faces were very close and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. From this close, he saw that her eyes were in fact not completely green but streaked with bands of gold. The pupils were also partially slitted, dilating as he looked into them."Tha-thank you, Cadet," she said breathlessly."My pleasure, Lieutenant."He smiled down at her and saw her skin darken, wondering if it were the Venusian equivalent of blushing. She seemed to all at once remember where they were and composed herself as Cockman helped her to her feet."See that you have these stairs cleaned properly, Cadet!" she yelled at Bill."Yes, Ma'am!" he replied with a crisp salute.Once the lieutenant was safely onboard, Cockman turned to Bill to wave farewell. The cocky cadet returned the gesture before leaning over to emulate the former's dramatic rescue, complete with exaggerated kissy faces and tongue action. Cockman just shook his head, giving his buddy the one finger salute as he ducked into the hatch.

Piccionaie, hotel fatiscenti e sex club in una collezione di melodie, ritmi, storie e personaggi.L'ultimo album di Puts Marie, cult band di Bienne, è una riflessione sul presente incerto con un titolo significativo e lungo: “Pigeons, politicians & pin-ups during the endtime of mankind”.undefinedGli schemi rigidi sono saltati e l'attenzione è stata posta di nuovo sulla composizione artistica, ignorando le istanze della forma canzone, della radiofonia o di qualsiasi altro preconcetto.undefined“Pigeons, politicians & pin-ups during the endtime of mankind” é un disco che narra storie, un'opera seducente e triste che trasuda bellezza musicale, nelle cui lunghe canzoni ti puoi perdere, per riemergere alla fine, consapevole del fatto che Puts Marie, pur avendo attinto in 20 anni dal rock alternativo, dal jazz e dall'hip-hop, non sono mai classificabili.undefinedNon c'è espressione migliore di quella che la band dà di sé stessa: un whisky invecchiato, un sapore profondo risultato di un lungo processo di maturazione. A parte l'album d'improvvisazione uscito un paio d'anni fa, “Pigeons, politicians & pin-ups during the endtime of mankind” è il primo album di canzoni composte dai tempi di “Catching Bad Temper” del 2018.  Che cosa è successo in tutti questi anni?  Sandra Romano lo ha chiesto all'autore e vocalist di Puts Marie, Max Usata.undefined

Earthling and Venusian are marooned.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent;) was a stern but fair Commanding Officer. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol.Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight uniform. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.As the captain came to stand in front of him, it took all of Cockman's concentration not to look down at the mostly unzipped front of her waistcoat officer's uniform. The twin swells of her tits hung just below his gaze, which never wavered as she stared him down with her piercing blue eyes. It was no accident how she chose to wear her wardrobe. Nothing like a nice set of tits to test the discipline of a bunch of horny wanna-be spacemen."Present arm!" she belted out, her bosom bouncing slightly as she did so.The cadet whipped out his ‘pistol', for inspection, with military precision. The captain reached down, running a gloved finger along the shaft of the weapon. The white finger was free of smudges. Taking hold of the handle, she pivoted it from side to side to check for any unnatural curving. She lifted it up to check the magazine, tilted it down to check the sights. Satisfied, she knelt down and placed the bulbous barrel between her lips.Cockman closed his eyes as his superior's superb mouth began to 'check the charge on his ray gun'. Bunny Benover hadn't gotten the nickname of Cap'n Cocksucker for nothing. Cadets who came under her command would also cum on her command.Those in her unit said she found a penis preference for she would get their units "inspected" several times a week; and Cockman was one such enlistee. Her frequent fellatio fraternization was unofficially tolerated because she was the daughter of a well-known general. It was also a boost to morale and cadet recruitment. Many young men would sign on for a hitch, just for a chance at receiving a blowjob bonus courtesy of the busty blonde captain.Cockman chanced a glance down to watch the master a work."Eyes fwunt, Cabet!" she mumbled around her mouthful. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of a wall chronometer and sucking noises. At length she released him long enough to gasp out, "At ease!"Cockman went in parade rest stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, and hands clasped behind his back. Now they could both enjoy the inspection and he looked down. He was rewarded with the sight of her red lips raking down the length of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes now twinkling with lust as she began to suck him harder, her cheeks hallowed and lips stretched around his girth. Her gripped tightened as she practically fucked her face with his cock. She backed off gasping, a strand of spit stringing from his tip to her lips."Enjoying your inspection?" she asked huskily, swirling her tongue around his head."Ye-Yes, Ma'am!" he gasped as she teased his tip."Well, I'm afraid this will be your last for a while," she sighed, sucking him for nearly a full minute before she continued, "You've been reassigned to a patrol squadron.""I understand, Ma'am," he answered, his voice a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had always dreamed of being a rocket pilot, but he was also going to miss getting his pipes cleaned on a regular basis."And since this will be our last session and your service..." she said, giving his cock an appreciative lick, "...has been exemplary, I've decided to give you a proper sendoff.""Not necessary, Ma'am. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command.""Be that as it may, I believe you deserve a reward for service above and beyond the call of duty."Standing, she leaned up to shove her tongue in his mouth.To say that Cockman was surprised would have been the understatement of the twenty-second century. Despite the literal dozens of times she had blown him, she had never once kissed him or any other cadet, as far as he knew. Nevertheless, he responded as any healthy male would, by kissing her back, his hands encircling her waist to pull her closer.Her hands, meanwhile, reached to slowly unzip her tunic. When the zipper reached her navel, her sizable tits fell out of the flimsy garment. Breaking the kiss, she offered one to him and he took the ruddy nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing across the hardened tip. He reached up to caress and squeeze as he pulled more of her tender flesh in. Bunny ran her hands through his dark hair, moaning as he moved to mouth the other tit.Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper of his jacket; he shrugged out of it as she fumbled with his belt, his lips still glued to her tits. His pants dropped in a heap around his heavy space boots. By now her tits were practically coated with his saliva, glistening in the bright overhead lighting.Pulling him up into a kiss, she quickly shed her own slacks. Cockman noted with a smile deep in the corners of his mouth that she had gone commando for the occasion as she shimmied her round ass onto the edge of the desk, a sweep of her arm clearing it so that she could lay back. Her legs spread out and up, invitingly; her hands rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Cockman could see she was already dripping as she addressed him."Drop and give me twenty, Cadet!" she said breathlessly.Cockman dropped to his knees, burying his face in her sex. He mouthed her puffy flesh, his tongue sinking deep inside her hole. She moaned, grabbing his head to force his face deeper. He began to finger her, first one digit, then two as his tongue slid across her clit in waves, pinging her radar over and over. His fingers hit her little red button and she howled like a 20th century air raid siren. Cockman kept going, his mouth and fingers flanking her trench line."Oh, God! Oh, eat my Twat, baby!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her slit in his mouth. Her dirty talk turned him on and he redoubled his efforts, furiously fingering her, his teeth savagely pulling at her clit. She was writhing and screaming, cursing at him to eat her alive. At exactly the twenty minute mark, she commanded he stand down, her body still convulsing from his gratuitous feasting. She recovered, then sat up.As he stood, she leaned forward, and reached both hands around his neck then pulled him down to her, crushing her lips to his as she pulled him on top of her."Fuck me, Curt!" she begged. Cockman's arms were extended down to the surface of the desk. Captain Benover's legs were wrapped around his naked ass.Again, Cockman was surprised. He didn't think she knew he even had a first name, let alone what it was. He was also now fully aware of what it was he was being offered. As the name would suggest, Captain Cocksucker was pretty liberal with her mouth but was very conservative with her cunt. You could probably count on one hand the number of men who'd gotten to pound her Twat. Now Cockman was literally being allowed entrance into that illustrious group, and his cock stiffened further at the thought that he was about to bone the infamous Bunny Benover.He stood erect and slipped his hardness slowly into her soft folds, Bunny whimpering as he buried himself in her box. He began to pump gently, savoring her tight twat. His large cock seemed to stretch her hole as he stabbed into her a couple times forcefully. She pushed him back, now draping her legs over his shoulders as she sighed out a command."Double time, Cadet!"Grabbing her waist, Cockman began thrusting and was soon slamming into her, hard enough to make her tits bounce with each impact. He wrapped an arm around each thigh and used her legs to leverage firm thrust into her wet hot crotch. He spread her legs wide so he could look down, wanting a mental picture of his “Cockman's Brand Sausage” slipping into her sweet bun. The captain was grunting, squeezing and pinching her tits as the cadet bored her canal good.She pushed him off her and turned away. True to her namesake, she stood, then rotated and bent over the desk, reaching down to spread her labia with two fingers, signaling him for reentry. Cockman wasted no time in landing his missile back into her silo. Grasping her thick hips, he launched his warhead at her target repeatedly, tightly packing her torpedo tube for a good five minutes before fatigue set in.Feeling his cartridge firmly lodged in the chamber, he slowed his assault on her rearguard. He wanted to make this momentous mounting last. Bunny was wailing, his massive ICBM sending red alerts to her control center.After another ten minutes of giving her a D that was not silent, the urge to pop flare became too great. Per standing orders, he notified his C O of his pending need for extraction. Shoving him away, she slid off and sank to her knees, then spun around to swallow his now overly sensitive member. She slobbered his schlong, her blond head bouncing on his boner.Slipping off for a moment, she offered; "You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" she cooed. It would be another first for Cockman."Uh huh!" he croaked, his legs trembling.She shifted into full slut mode, slamming his cock to the back of her throat. Taking hold of his ass, she gagged herself, coughed around his cock as it sank deeper still. He felt ignition, barely blurting out a warning as his booster rockets fired.Like the professional cocksucker she was, Bunny didn't bat an eyelash, sinfully swallowing his spaceman spunk. Cockman groaned as he emptied his balls into her guzzling gullet. Captain Benover slowly pulled him out of her throat just long enough to exhale, then draw another nasal breath. Then she pressed her mouth against his furry pelvis and took his rod beck down her throat again. This went on for a couple minutes, her tongue rubbing his frenulum rhythmically. She didn't cease her sucking until his thoroughly deflated dong fell from her sore lips.Cockman looked down at his cumslut of a commanding officer. A bead of seminal fluid trickled from her lips as she dreamily smiled up at him.'Man, the guys back in the barracks would never believe me', he thought to himself as she rose to kiss him full on the mouth. He could taste his jizz on her invasive tongue."Don't be a stranger, Cadet," she whispered, stroking his manhood once more.Cadet Cockman exited the office a couple of minutes later.A sandy haired sergeant sat in the anteroom. His hands shot from under the desk to hurriedly flip a switch on the vidphone on his desk. All the same, Cockman was still able to make out the split-second image of the interior of Bunny's office on the screen.'I'll have to ask for a copy of that tape,' he thought wickedly as he headed for the mess hall, suddenly ravenous.The Transfer.The reflective hull of the X-23 gleamed in the noonday sun as its launch platform was towed from the hangar, the parting doors giving the phallic-shaped spacecraft the suggestion of spreading the lips of a giant silver cunt. The ship measured sixty meters from tip to turbo booster, its fuselage nearly cylindrical for most of that length. Unlike most modern spacecraft, the X-23 was outfitted with a set of wings and tailfins. These would be useless in the airless vacuum of space but when combined with the powerful engines, the plane-like design would allow the craft to take off and land without requiring an orbital booster.It was also one of the first fighters equipped with a hyperspace drive. This addition meant that it could be more accurately classified as a starship, rather than a mere spaceship, since it could travel between distant stars without the need to be tied to a heavier cruiser or frigate.But the feature that truly made the X-23 stand out were the neat rows of studs along its fuselage. Each of these grapefruit-sized half spheres contained a small thruster and these could be fired in sequence to perform any number of precise maneuvers in the frictionless void of space. The egg-shaped cockpit where the two pilots sat only added to the ship's unofficial motto: 'Ribbed for her pleasure.'Cadet Cockman hung back a safe distance to watch the launch platform incline the craft to the required forty-five-degree angle. Soon it stood like a giant winged dildo ready to penetrate the wild blue yonder.Feeling a slap on the shoulder, Cockman turned to find Cadet Billy Haney standing next to him. The two had gone through the Academy together and Bill was now in charge of the ground crew for the flight squadron. It felt good for Cockman to know that his soon to be fighter was in good, if a bit neurotic, hands."How's it hanging', Cockman?" Bill said, shaking hands with the much taller man."Long, lean and to the left," Cockman deadpanned but then both of them burst into laughter at the inside joke."Ain't she a beauty?" beamed the other, gesturing to the ship. Cockman nodded knowingly."A fine ship if I ever saw one.""Ever fly her?""Only sim," Cockman admitted timidly."No worries, CC. She ain't much different from the twenty-two unless you count the jump drive. Besides, wasn't it you who bagged Sheila Neutrino our senior year? Anyone who can handle that hydrazine in heels can certainly handle this baby."Bill playfully punched in pal in the arm. The mention of Sheila brought up fond memories of giving her the 'Cockman Special' in the null-g simulator."Who's my co-pilot?" Cockman asked, shaking the image of zero-g jugs from his mind as a set of stairs was wheeled up to the spacecraft, "You met him yet?""Here she comes now, as a matter of fact," Bill said, staring at the far end of the tarmac."She?" Cockman asked, following his gaze.The approaching figure was still far enough away that the heat rising from the flattop distorted the image. As it grew closer, the curving waves stopped wavering and stayed curvy. She wore an outfit similar to Captain Benover but with the tunic fully zipped to the wide collar. In spite of that, the tight-fitting uniform could not conceal the fact that she was generously round in all the right places. She walked with a military cadence, her hips swaying and bosom bouncing slightly with each step. Cockman saw a cadet behind her nearly wreck the cargo mover he was driving, so intent was he in looking at what could only be assumed was a very nice ass.The advancing hottie was also different from Bunny in that instead of blond hair and tanned skin, this babe had blue skin and purple hair which was tied back into a tight regulation bun. A Venusian, Cockman realized. She had on mirrored aviators' glasses and as she neared, he peeped the lieutenant pips on her collar. Both he and Bill snapped to attention."As you were," she said as she reached up to remove the shades. The voice had an almost musical quality to it and Cockman remembered reading somewhere about Venusian vocal harmonies. He also noted that her fingers were partially webbed and had no nails. Her heart shaped mouth was as dark and full as a bushel of fresh blueberriesBut it was the eyes that really drew his attention. They were the type you got lost in, such a deep shade of green they looked like two emerald circlets floating in a clear blue sky."Cadet Cockman, I'd like to introduce you to Lieutenant  Eza LuNar," Bill said with the emphasis on 'nar', "She'll be your astrogator for the flight.""Ma'am," Cockman said, nodding. Those lovely green eyes looked him up and down, an unimpressed look on her bluish face."You are my pilot?" she harrumphed.'Oh boy', he thought as he said, "Yes, Ma'am.""How much flight time do you have, Cadet?" she asked indifferently."Over fifteen hundred hours, Ma'am." He wasn't about to tell her that some of that time was spent giving a new meaning to the term 'cockpit'. She eyed him up and down again, perhaps a bit differently this time, he noticed and then turned to Bill."Are we ready for a system check, Cadet?" she lisped."Ready as she'll ever be, Ma'am," he replied smartly.When the lieutenant turned her back of the pair to move towards the ship, Bill silently got Cockman's attention, making hour glass motions in the air with his hands as he mouthed the word 'wow!'. They followed after her and as they neared, Cockman spotted on the side of the cockpit a cartoon Venusian in a Pinup girl pose, riding side saddle on an even more conspicuously phallic shaped rocket. The string bikini she wore barely covered her overly large blue tits and she was winking suggestively as she saluted. He grimaced as he red the caption beneath: 'Feels so good even a Venus girl will like it!'Lieutenant  LuNar halted when she too noticed the caricature and glared at Bill, her green eyes sparking with anger."I'll have that removed at the next servicing Ma'am," he gulped."See that you do, Cadet," she hissed.They came to the foot of the stairs and Bill motioned for them to ascend. As was customary, the lieutenant went first with Cockman following a step or two behind her. He was okay with the arrangement since he gave me a chance to check out what was indeed a nice round ass as they climbed. Near the top of the stairs, the Venusian's heel came down on a smear of grease that had been carelessly left on a tread. Her foot slipped from under her and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.Cockman's strong arm shot out, catching the full weight of her beneath her shoulder blades, his left hand grasping the railing to keep them both from falling. Lieutenant  LuNar's flailing limbs wrapped around his neck. Their faces were very close and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. From this close, he saw that her eyes were in fact not completely green but streaked with bands of gold. The pupils were also partially slitted, dilating as he looked into them."Tha-thank you, Cadet," she said breathlessly."My pleasure, Lieutenant."He smiled down at her and saw her skin darken, wondering if it were the Venusian equivalent of blushing. She seemed to all at once remember where they were and composed herself as Cockman helped her to her feet."See that you have these stairs cleaned properly, Cadet!" she yelled at Bill."Yes, Ma'am!" he replied with a crisp salute.Once the lieutenant was safely onboard, Cockman turned to Bill to wave farewell. The cocky cadet returned the gesture before leaning over to emulate the former's dramatic rescue, complete with exaggerated kissy faces and tongue action. Cockman just shook his head, giving his buddy the one finger salute as he ducked into the hatch.

Visit Patreon.com/psychopediapod for exclusive content and join our family of little freaks and semen demons! In Part 2 of our coverage of serial killer Harvey Glatman, we delve into one of the darkest, most chilling criminal minds in American history. Harvey Glatman's reign of terror left an indelible mark on both the innocent lives he claimed and the criminological community, as his crimes exposed the harrowing depths of human depravity. Over the course of several years, his brutal acts shattered the public's sense of security, offering a haunting glimpse into the darkness that can fester beneath the surface of ordinary life. Glatman's fixation on domination, control, and the infliction of suffering grew from an early obsession with bondage and sadistic imagery, eventually evolving into meticulously orchestrated, horrific crimes. As we explore the psychological underpinnings of his actions, it becomes clear that Glatman's mind was driven by a need to assert ultimate power—using fear and violence as tools to manipulate, dominate, and break his victims in the most unspeakable ways. Instagram + Threads: @psychopediapod @tank.sinatra @investigatorslater Patreon: www.patreon.com/psychopediapod Email: psychopediapod@gmail.com Website: www.psychopediapodcast.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Dorthy Stratten went from Dairy Queen counter girl to Playboy pinup to murder victim – in just two years. Hugh Hefner called her the next Marilyn Monroe. A major Hollywood director wrote a role in his new film just for her, confident that she would make the leap from centerfold to starlet. But all of that was cut short on August 14, 1980, when a private investigator stumbled upon a brutal murder scene that shook the entertainment industry to its core. To listen to Disgraceland ad free and get access to a monthly exclusive episode, weekly bonus content and more, become a Disgraceland All Access member at disgracelandpod.com/membership. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - GET THE NEWSLETTER Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: Instagram YouTube X (formerly Twitter)  Facebook Fan Group TikTok To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Visit Patreon.com/psychopediapod for exclusive content and join our family of little freaks and semen demons! Harvey Glatman, one of America's earliest known serial killers and sadomasochists, was as calculated and twisted as he was intelligent. Under the pretense of being a professional photographer, he placed ads seeking pinup models for so-called "crime scene reenactments"—photoshoots he claimed were for detective magazines, a popular genre at the time. This elaborate ruse allowed Glatman to lure unsuspecting women straight into his trap, where he indulged his perverse obsession with control and dominance. Once isolated, he would bind, assault, and ultimately murder his victims, capturing their terror on film before disposing of their bodies. His chilling method—blending deception, manipulation, and sadism—would later make him a blueprint for future serial killers, demonstrating just how terrifyingly effective charm and calculated deceit could be. Disturbing topics of sexual assault, murder, and suicide are discussed - please listen with caution. Instagram + Threads: @psychopediapod @tank.sinatra @investigatorslater Patreon: www.patreon.com/psychopediapod Email: psychopediapod@gmail.com Website: www.psychopediapodcast.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Gina Elise, founder of Pin-Ups for Vets, takes us through her inspiring journey from the corporate world to dedicating her life to supporting veterans. She shares the origins of her organization, the unique ways it uplifts veteran morale, and the challenges, triumphs, and lasting impacts of her work. Gina also highlights the transformative effects on both the veterans and the ambassadors involved, offering hope and camaraderie through service. This episode is packed with heartfelt stories, showcasing the significant difference one person can make. 00:00 Introduction and Guest Overview 01:03 Origins of Pin-Ups for Vets 01:50 Growth and Evolution 05:12 Double Life 06:46 Challenges and Triumphs 08:08 Veteran to Veteran Connection 19:21 Impact Stories 28:24 Service After Service 33:43 Donations and Future Goals 41:26 Supporting Homeless VeteransLinks & ResourcesVeteran Suicide & Crisis Line: Dial 988, then press 1 Website: https://www.pinupsforvets.com Follow Pin-Ups for Vets on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pinupsforvets Follow Pin-Ups for Vets on Instagram: https://instagram.com/pinupsforvets Follow Pin-Ups for Vets on Twitter/X: https://x.com/pinupsforvets Follow Gina Elise on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ginaelise/TranscriptView the transcript for this episode.

Choice Classic Radio presents The Falcon, which aired from 1943 to 1954. Today we bring to you the episode titled "The Case of the Puzzling Pinup.” Please consider supporting our show by becoming a patron at  http://choiceclassicradio.com We hope you enjoy the show!

In this episode of "Concerts That Made Us," Brian engages in an in-depth conversation with Craig Anderson Snook and Robin Wilson, the talented musical duo behind The Yets. They delve into the intricacies of their highly anticipated upcoming album "Pinup Girl," which is set to release in February. The discussion highlights their latest single "3's," a track that thoughtfully explores the concept that life's challenges often come in waves, embodying a trinity of experiences. Craig and Robin provide fascinating insights into their creative process, detailing how they meticulously craft their unique sound and how it has evolved over time.The duo also shares how the COVID-19 pandemic played a pivotal role in their band formation, offering a glimpse into the unexpected opportunities and challenges that arose during this period. They reflect on their diverse musical influences, ranging from classic rock legends to contemporary indie artists, and how these have shaped their artistic vision. Additionally, they recount their favorite concerts, sharing memorable experiences that have left a lasting impact on their musical journey.Looking ahead, Craig and Robin discuss their exciting plans for future live performances, expressing their eagerness to connect with audiences and bring their music to life on stage. Throughout the episode, listeners are treated to a deep dive into their artistic journey, enriched by personal stories and anecdotes that reveal the passion and dedication behind their music.Find The Yets here: https://theyets.com/Find CTMU here:https://www.concertsthatmadeus.com/Join Concerts That Made Us Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/concertsthatmadeusSave 10% on Band Builder Academy membership by following this link https://bandbuilderacademy.com/Brian_Concerts/join and using promo code "concerts" at signup Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/concerts-that-made-us. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hear from Jennifer Marshall, a Navy veteran turned actress known for her roles in Stranger Things and NCIS, among others. Learn about her military service, transition into acting, and relentless advocacy work, including her role as a Pinups for Vets ambassador and her brave battle with cancer. Tune in for advice on pursuing a career in entertainment and the importance of proactive healthcare for veterans. 00:00 Introduction to Jennifer Marshall 01:51 Military Service and Transition to Acting 13:55 Challenges and Stereotypes in Hollywood 17:19 Advice for Aspiring Actors 24:16 Pinups for Vets Ambassador 30:16 Battling Cancer: A Personal Story 37:02 Proactive Healthcare for Veterans 50:13 Closing ThoughtsLinks & ResourcesVeteran Suicide & Crisis Line: Dial 988, then press 1 Website: https://www.jennifermarshall.com Follow Jennifer Marshall on Facebook: https://facebook.com/actressjennifermarshall Follow Jennifer Marshall on Instagram: https://instagram.com/Jenn13Jenn13 Follow Jennifer Marshall on Twitter/X: https://x.com/Jenn13Jenn13 Follow Jennifer Marshall on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jennifermarshall13/TranscriptView the transcript for this episode.

Bettie Page (1923-2008) was an early and iconic pin-up model. Working primarily with underground photographers and later featured in the earliest editions of Playboy magazine, Bettie, with her trademark bangs, became a sensation. After government anti-obscenity investigations, she largely retired from the public eye and became a devout Christian. Years later, she gained cult status in pop culture, and her photos remain in circulation today. For Further Reading: Los Angeles Times: A Golden Age for a Pinup The New York Times: Bettie Page, Queen of Pinups, Dies at 85 Rolling Stone: Bettie Page: The Case of the Vanishing Pinup NPR: 'Bettie Page': The Making of a Pin-Up Sensation This month we're talking about women who found themselves at the center of controversy -- whether deserved or not. History classes can get a bad rap, and sometimes for good reason. When we were students, we couldn't help wondering... where were all the ladies at? Why were so many incredible stories missing from the typical curriculum? Enter, Womanica. On this Wonder Media Network podcast we explore the lives of inspiring women in history you may not know about, but definitely should. Every weekday, listeners explore the trials, tragedies, and triumphs of groundbreaking women throughout history who have dramatically shaped the world around us. In each 5 minute episode, we'll dive into the story behind one woman listeners may or may not know–but definitely should. These diverse women from across space and time are grouped into easily accessible and engaging monthly themes like Educators, Villains, Indigenous Storytellers, Activists, and many more. Womanica is hosted by WMN co-founder and award-winning journalist Jenny Kaplan. The bite-sized episodes pack painstakingly researched content into fun, entertaining, and addictive daily adventures. Womanica was created by Liz Kaplan and Jenny Kaplan, executive produced by Jenny Kaplan, and produced by Grace Lynch, Maddy Foley, Brittany Martinez, Edie Allard, Lindsey Kratochwill, Adesuwa Agbonile, Carmen Borca-Carrillo, Taylor Williamson, Sara Schleede, Paloma Moreno Jimenez, Luci Jones, Abbey Delk, Hannah Bottum, Lauren Willams, Adrien Behn, Alyia Yates Grau, and Vanessa Handy. Special thanks to Shira Atkins. Original theme music composed by Miles Moran. Follow Wonder Media Network: Website Instagram Twitter See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bettie Page... The Queen of Pinups. A highly intelligent child who was let down over and over in her life, but still brought herself to stardom as an adult. Only to experience even more tragedy. Listen to her story now! Image Source: IMDB

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In this episode, we dive into the history of pin-up and rockabilly fashion to analyze this aesthetic's continuous deployment in the 21st century pop landscape. We discuss the exaggerated gender dimorphism of the 1950s, the striking similarities between pin-up girls of the '40s and Instagram starlets of today, rockabilly's morbid legacy and the Overton window of obscenity, the decadence of Americana foodstuffs, and the raunchy, feminine stylings of Amy Winehouse, Katy Perry, and, most recently, Sabrina Carpenter. Links:Image boardWelcome to the Club: The Women of Rockabilly (2001)Rockin': The Rockabilly Scene by Andrew ShaylorRockabilly: The Twang Heard 'Round the World by Michael Dregni Dave Hickey on Rockabilly in Air Guitar: Essays on Art & Democracy  Sabrina Carpenter "Nonsense" Outros Compilation"What Happens When a Pop Star Isn't That Popular?" by Shaad D'Souza – New York TimesSabrina's custom "Espresso" swimsuit vs. Marilyn Monroe's in How to Marry a MillionaireKaty Perry performing "One of the Boys" in 2008Rolling Stone on the backstory behind Katy's Teenage Dream coverRolling Stone review of Teenage Dream upon release in 2010TASCHEN's The Art of Pin-up by Dian HansonAlexander Thompson's photographs of Mexican-American RockabilliesProperty from the Life and Career of Amy Winehouse – Auction Catalog"A Sly Wink to Pinups of the Past" by Ruth La Ferla – New York Times (2012)Caroline Gnagy's Work**Full interview with Caroline Gnagy also available on Patreon! Find exclusive episodes here

In this episode, we dive into the history of pin-up and rockabilly fashion to analyze this aesthetic's continuous deployment in the 21st century pop landscape. We discuss the exaggerated gender dimorphism of the 1950s, the striking similarities between pin-up girls of the '40s and Instagram starlets of today, rockabilly's morbid legacy and the Overton window of obscenity, the decadence of Americana foodstuffs, and the raunchy, feminine stylings of Amy Winehouse, Katy Perry, and, most recently, Sabrina Carpenter.Links:Image boardWelcome to the Club: The Women of Rockabilly (2001)Rockin': The Rockabilly Scene by Andrew ShaylorRockabilly: The Twang Heard 'Round the World by Michael Dregni Dave Hickey on Rockabilly in Air Guitar: Essays on Art & Democracy  Sabrina Carpenter "Nonsense" Outros Compilation"What Happens When a Pop Star Isn't That Popular?" by Shaad D'Souza – New York TimesSabrina's custom "Espresso" swimsuit vs. Marilyn Monroe's in How to Marry a MillionaireKaty Perry performing "One of the Boys" in 2008Rolling Stone on the backstory behind Katy's Teenage Dream coverRolling Stone review of Teenage Dream upon release in 2010TASCHEN's The Art of Pin-up by Dian HansonAlexander Thompson's photographs of Mexican-American RockabilliesProperty from the Life and Career of Amy Winehouse – Auction Catalog"A Sly Wink to Pinups of the Past" by Ruth La Ferla – New York Times (2012)Caroline Gnagy's Work**Full interview with Caroline Gnagy will be available here on Patreon! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.nymphetalumni.com/subscribe

ABOUT VICTORIA VALE Blonde bombshell Victoria Vale is the bustiest MILF in the game with her 36-O boobs. The busty pin-up babe's physique harkens back to retro porn stars, and her collection of extreme high heels and platforms is to die for. A lover of the Batman franchise, Victoria's name is an homage to the series and character Vicki Vale, played by Kim Basinger. Score was the first studio to shoot her, and being in their infamous Scoreland magazine has always been on her bucket list. In addition to shooting multiple times for Score, Victoria has also shot for MYLF, Bang Bros, Team Skeet, Shady Spa, MilfAF, TugPass, and more.   Before making the leap into adult as a performer and content creator, Victoria worked in the corporate realm while doing bikini modeling and car and tradeshow work in her off time. When she's not on set, you'll find Victoria shopping to add to her impressive shoe collection, engaging in musical trivia, and showing off her classic rock and music prowess.   0:00 Get Ready for Vicki.  1:08 Intro to the Queen.  2:20 Vicki Says Howdy.  2:50 Keaton Batman was incredible.  3:46 Disputed Questions.  7:01 What Vicki has been up to.  9:39 Working For Mylf.  12:31 Intro into the Adult Industry.  14:41 Divorce's effect on her transition.  15:33 Head of HR department.  18:07 Not going to Exxotica NJ.  19:14 Ladies night at Exxotica.  20:30 Getting Booby Greed.  22:04 what do you do when people stare.  25:20 HR now is Scary.  26:32 First Scene, what was it like.  27:42 Getting Invited Back.  30:18 Victoria wants to get into kink.  35:49 Women will never goon.  38:35 Favorite Movie as a Kid.  40:31 Male Talent that Vicki wants to work with.  41:05 Content Creation game is tuff.  42:42 Hitting the Bricks.    Victoria Vale Links: Twitter/X @victoriavale00 Instagram @victoriavalxo linktr.ee/victoriavalexxx  

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The man, the myth, the legend Joel Haston of Pin Up Presents just had a birthday, got married and still had time to talk X-Men '97 with me! Who sent the team throughout time? Who will be Apocalypse's horsemen!? We discuss this and so much more!EARGASM Use the code METALCORENERDS to save 10% off your order. Protect your hearing while still enjoying the music you love.Follow JoelHoneymoon Fund! | Twitter | Instagram | FacebookBuy Metalcore Nerds MerchSong of the Week: Vilamoura "Omega"Check out the Metalcore Nerds Pull List Spotify PlaylistJoin the Metalcore Nerds Community:Discord | FB GroupFollow Metalcore Nerds on Social Media:Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | YouTube | TikTok

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Support Boss Rush on Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ On this episode of Nintendo Pow Block, Edward Varnell and Corey Dirrig discuss the return of the missing posters in the recent Tomb Raider Trilogy Remasters, experimenting with content, and more. Follow Boss Rush: X/Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitter.com/bossrushnetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/bossrushnetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Threads: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/bossrushnetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/bossrushnetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ LinkedIn: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/company/bossrushnetwork/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/bossrushnetwork ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Podcast: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.anchor.fm/nintendopowblockpodcast ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join our Communities: Discord: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/GHp5y8tQcu⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/bossrushnetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ LinkedIn: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/groups/12948553/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.bossrush.net⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/bossrushnetwork ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Nintendo Pow Block Hosts: Corey Dirrig: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitter.com/IamCoreyinHD⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Edward Varnell: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitter.com/ThatRetroCode⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Thank you for watching Nintendo Pow Block on The Boss Rush Network. If you enjoyed this discussion, please consider subscribing to the Boss Rush Network YouTube channel and leave a thumbs up on the video. Consider leaving the show a rating and a nice review on your favorite podcast service. Your listenership and support means more than you know. Thanks for watching and listening and we will see you next week.

Nick and Dan take a back seat this episode as guest hosts Amandaconda and Saida return to talk about PIN UPS & COVER MODELS. This episode may or may not contain a revelation regarding O.J. Simpson ! It's a hilarious discussion and very much worth your time, listen now and find out who is deemed THE BEST PIN UP!!!!follow us on Instagram : @this_is_the_best_podcast

Today's Mystery:A reporter comes to The Falcon to ask him to take part in a blackmail scheme and then dies.Original Radio Broadcast Date: November 19, 1950Originating from New YorkStarring: Les Damon as The Falcon; Larry HainesSupport the show monthly at patreon.greatdetectives.netPatreon Supporter of the Day: Martin, Patreon Supporter since September 2017Support the show on a one-time basis at http://support.greatdetectives.net.Mail a donation to: Adam Graham, PO Box 15913, Boise, Idaho 83715Take the listener survey at http://survey.greatdetectives.netGive us a call at 208-991-4783Follow us on Instagram at http://instagram.com/greatdetectivesFollow us on Twitter @radiodetectivesJoin us again tomorrow for another detective drama from the Golden Age of Radio.

Joining me this week is one Steve Chanks and we talk all things art, monsters, pinups and metal related! And that ain't all! Turn it on for a helluva conversation, not to mention details for the first of 3 Sonic Temple weekend passes giveaways! PUSH PLAY!  Show Links: https://linktr.ee/epitome_of_stupidity_podcast Steve links:  https://www.stevechanks.com/ https://www.etsy.com/shop/BabesAndMonsters https://stevechanks.threadless.com/about https://www.instagram.com/stevechanks/ https://www.tiktok.com/@stevechanks

Gio said the Giants are going to repeat history again in this draft. They are going to take JJ McCarthy in the draft the same way they did with Daniel Jones. Gio said he will be next up on the ‘hamster wheel of turds'. Boomer likes McCarthy and said he's been a winner since high school. Gio said he's the type of QB the Giants love for some reason. He called McCarthy, ‘John Mara's pin-up girl'.

Ashley Wells is a digital creator from St. Louis that's living a pinup, vintage, luxurious lifestyle, all while enjoying an occasional cigar and whiskey cocktail. During this episode, we examine Ashley's fascination with the pinup/vintage culture and lifestyle. She also explains what gravitates her towards old Hollywood ,how she's redefining the term “pinup”, how it enhances her feminine energy, and her pinup/vintage alter ego! At some point throughout our conversation, things turn spiritual. We talk about manifestation, law of attraction, doing inner healing work, what it means to be a “star” and truly reach for the “stars”! For pinup vintage inspo and glamour, follow Ashley on Instagram: @stlpinupgirl --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kristen-pough/support

Welcome to the third and final instalment on our series on Bettie Page. This episode, we look not only at the mystery of what ever happened to the vanishing pinup, but the incredible influence she had on art, pop culture, the sub culture of fetishists and kink lovers of the 80s, through to the burlesque revival of the 90s as well as music, haute couture and fashion right through to today. Please note this episode contains references to severe mental illness and physical violence. Time codes for these are specified below:31:00-31:40  (physical violence/domestic abuse)36:00 - 39:50 (severe mental illness/physical violence)Key Sources:The Real Bettie Page: The Truth About The Queen of Pinups (biography), Richard Foster. 2005Bettie Page: The Life of a Pin Up Legend (biography), Karen Essex, James L Swanson, Bettie Page. 2006The Notorious Bettie Page (digital), Mark Mori. 2012Secondary Sources:Bettie Page: The Lost Years (biography), Tori Rodriguez. 2018Bettie Page: Queen of Curves (reference), Petra Mason, Bunny Yeagar. 2014The Early Photographs of Bettie Page: An American Icon (reference), Jack Faragasso, 2013Bettie Page: Aphrodite Rising (fiction), Kimberly Ussery. 2020.C*ntroversy The Podcast is produced, written & hosted by Velma Vouloir. You can follow us on Instagram & X at @cntroversypod, or on Facebook at Cntroversy: The Podcast. Email us at anytime with thoughts of feedback at cntroversypodcast@gmail.com, and please don't forget to follow, rate & review the show. Thanks for listening!

Sarah Palmer joins us for episode 136 of The Steve & Crypto Show. Sarah hosts a very popular YouTube channel under the name 'Pinup Palmer', and is becoming a household name with her recent casting as 'Gwengoolie', one of the Spawns Of Svengoolie, on the long running MeTV program! We had a blast getting to know this legend in the making, so enjoy this chat with Sarah Palmer aka Pinup Palmer aka Gwengoolie! Keep up with Sarah on her Instagram at Pinup Palmer (@pinuppalmer) • Instagram photos and videos and subscribe to her YouTube channel for comedy, beauty tutorials, movie location tours and lots more at PINUP PALMER - YouTube Be sure to spread the word about The Steve & Crypto Show, and subscribe wherever you listen to us! Join Steve & Crypto Zoo in Expedition Roasters' 'Coffeeverse'. Visit ExpeditionRoasters.com and use the code STEVECRYPTO for a huge discount! We are excited to be part of the Deluxe Edition Network. Check out this awesome collection of indie podcasts at www.deluxeeditionnetwork.com If you've been enjoying The Steve & Crypto Show, and want to support your #3rd FAVORITE PODCAST, you can do so in the following places: Promote The Steve & Crypto Show and look really freakin' cool doing it with some merch: www.etsy.com/shop/SteveAndCryptoMerch Get exclusive content on Patreon: www.patreon.com/stevecrypto Buy Me A Coffee: www.buymeacoffee.com/stevecrypto Join the Facebook Group: www.facebook.com/groups/stevecryptoshow And of course be sure to follow Steve and Crypto Zoo on social media @thestevestrout and @cryptozoo88 both on X and Instagram! Thank you for listening and for your support! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steveandcryptoshow/message

We're back this week for a much anticipated continuation of our discussion on pinup legend Bettie Page! This week we look at the years from 1950-1957 where Bettie was making waves as the most popular pinup & 'Queen of Bondage' in century America. Key Sources:The Real Bettie Page: The Truth About The Queen of Pinups (biography), Richard Foster. 2005Bettie Page: The Life of a Pin Up Legend (biography), Karen Essex, James L Swanson, Bettie Page. 2006The Notorious Bettie Page (digital), Mark Mori. 2012Secondary Sources:Bettie Page: The Lost Years (biography), Tori Rodriguez. 2018Bettie Page: Queen of Curves (reference), Petra Mason, Bunny Yeagar. 2014The Early Photographs of Bettie Page: An American Icon (reference), Jack Faragasso, 2013Bettie Page: Aphrodite Rising (fiction), Kimberly Ussery. 2020.C*ntroversy The Podcast is produced, written & hosted by Velma Vouloir. You can follow us on Instagram & X at @cntroversypod, or on Facebook at Cntroversy: The Podcast. Email us at anytime with thoughts of feedback at cntroversypodcast@gmail.com, and please don't forget to follow, rate & review the show. Thanks for listening!

Come out and play with me, oh we'll have fun you'll see if you only play with me

Welcome to the first episode in a series dedicated to the worlds most recognisable pinup of the last century, Bettie Page. This week, Velma discusses the early years from Bettie's birth in 1923, through to her early days as a pinup model in 1950.Please note, this episode contains references to adult themes including family violence, domestic abuse, sexual assault and animal abuse. Listener discretion is advised. Time codes for sensitive content is as follows:18.34-19.08: family violence, animal abuse, sexual abuse. 34.19-34.29: domestic abuse.35.22-35.33: sexual assault38.33-41.00: sexual assaultKey Sources:The Real Bettie Page: The Truth About The Queen of Pinups (biography), Richard Foster. 2005Bettie Page: The Life of a Pin Up Legend (biography), Karen Essex, James L Swanson, Bettie Page. 2006The Notorious Bettie Page (digital), Mark Mori. 2012Secondary Sources:Bettie Page: The Lost Years (biography), Tori Rodriguez. 2018Bettie Page: Queen of Curves (reference), Petra Mason, Bunny Yeagar. 2014The Early Photographs of Bettie Page: An American Icon (reference), Jack Faragasso, 2013Bettie Page: Aphrodite Rising (fiction), Kimberly Ussery. 2020.C*ntroversy The Podcast is produced, written & hosted by Velma Vouloir. You can follow us on Instagram & X at @cntroversypod, or on Facebook at Cntroversy: The Podcast. Email us at anytime with thoughts of feedback at cntroversypodcast@gmail.com, and please don't forget to follow, rate & review the show. Thanks for listening!

Hour 2 of The Drew Mariani Show 1-2-24 Chaplet of Divine Mercy Dr. Pia de Solenni joins the show to discuss how conservative beer company Ultra Right Beer is promoting a calendar of pin-up women and the ramifications

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Real-Life Swinger Stories| Smoky Mountain Adventures: Club Eros Pinup Night  | Episode 120Join Dan and Lacy, the charismatic hosts of the The Swing Nation Podcast, as they take you on a wild journey through the exciting world of non-monogamy and swinging.In this episode, we dive into the exciting events that unfolded during their weekend adventure in the Smoky Mountains. On Friday night, our hosts and their friends indulged in a private party as the night progressed, the atmosphere grew steamy and eventually led to a mesmerizing dark room orgy.But the excitement didn't stop there! On Saturday night, our spirited group hopped aboard a party bus and set off for Knoxville TN, making their way to the renowned Club Eros. The club's pinup and pinstripes night provided the perfect backdrop for a night of sensual exploration. The party bus ride back to the mountains was far from ordinary; it became a playground of flirtation, connection, and irresistible moments building anticipation of what awaited them upon their return to the smoky mountains.Remember to Subscribe, rate, and review on your favorite podcast platform.- The Swing Nation - Main Website Quick Navigation Website: -- (Find all our social media links & more!) Follow us on Facebook! The Podcast Website- Swinger Society - Our Website to meet, connect & events Swinger Society Discord Our Facebook Group- Swinger Websites -Kasadie 90 day free trialUsername: TheSwingNation SDC 14 day free trial Username: TheSwingNation** Use code 36313 for 14 days free! ** SLSUsername: NorthernGuynSouthernGirl- Merch & More -Order Your Merch Here!- Lacy's Fun Links - VIP OnlyFans PREMIUM OnlyFans -- THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSORS --Wisp : Making sexual healthcare inclusive, cost-effective, and accessible—for everyoneUse Code SWING at checkout for 15% off your oder! Shameless Care: ED Medication and at home STD testingUse Code TSN at checkout for $30 off your order!Promescent® Make Love Longer, It's Time for Great SexUse Code SwingNation for 5% off!Pinaq Liqueur; The Official Drink of The Swing NationUse Code TSN at checkout for 15% off!Support the show- Thank you for the support! -

From Dairy Queen counter girl to Playboy pinup to murder victim – in just two years. Hugh Hefner called her the next Marilyn Monroe. A major Hollywood director wrote a role in his new film just for her, confident that she would make the leap from centerfold to starlet. But all of that was cut short on August 14, 1980, when a private investigator stumbled upon a brutal murder scene that shook the entertainment industry to its core. To see the complete list of contributors, visit disgracelandpod.com/badlands. Sign up for our newsletter and get the inside dirt on events, merch and other awesomeness - GET THE NEWSLETTER Support our Advertising Partners: Prize Picks: Prizepicks.com/badlands Code: Badlands Factor: factormeals.com/badlands50 Code: Badlands50 Nutrisense :nutrisense.com/badlands Rocket Money: rocketmoney.com/badlands Follow Jake and DISGRACELAND: Instagram YouTube X (formerly Twitter)  Facebook Fan Group TikTok Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Episode 7 - This episode is a story of what once was a young girl's dream being made into a reality. Pinup Coffee Co. was founded in Virginia Beach by Steph and Bryce Wein. With roots in the pacific northwest, Steph knew a thing or two about amazing coffee and set out to discover just what makes the perfect cup of coffee. Pinup Coffee Co. is a specialty coffee roaster in Virginia Beach with a devoted following of coffee lovers and plans to do really great things in the near future.   Website  Instagram

Toothsome hors d'ouvres, mains and ‘items from the trolley' on the rock and roll menu this week include … … Bowie's Pin-Ups v Ferry's These Foolish Things: who won?… the worst band name in history and why. … the fan who hired a plane to fly a message past Morrissey's record label. … the Stones' Hackney Diamonds: best album since Black And Blue or tedious riff-less dirge? … why only solo acts can tell stories onstage.   … why the Dutch love the Byrds. … things we never imagined 50 years ago. … Spanky McFarlane, Gloria Salt … country music siren or twinkle-eyed PG Wodehouse dame? … the two main topics the Stones write songs about. … how modern fandom is expressed. … who ever thought they'd hear Dylan say the word ‘Wikipedia' onstage? … and has anyone got a copy of ‘Darker Than Blue: Soul From Jamtown' on Mick Hucknall's Blood And Fire label? And who remembers the ‘Hard-Up Heroes' album? Plus cycling with an umbrella, Barbra Streisand's autocue and birthday guest Cathal Chu on the best and worst onstage banter.Tickets for Word In Your Ear live at 21 Soho on October 30th here: https://www.tickettext.co.uk/ysY3FvyFaeSubscribe to Word In Your Ear on Patreon for early - and ad-free! - access to all of our content!: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week Sean is joined by Joel Haston of PinUp Productions to talk about the return of our favorite villain turned hero, Loki. We explore the Bootstrap Paradox, the upcoming Multiversal threat, Loki's role in the future Avengers movies and why this series is the MCU's best!EARGASM Use the code METALCORENERDS to save 10% off your order. Protect your hearing while still enjoying the music you love.Support PinUp Presents!Facebook | Instagram | Twitter Follow Joel!Instagram | Twitter Buy Metalcore Nerds MerchSong of the Week: Torrential Rain "Count On You"Check out the Metalcore Nerds Pull List Spotify PlaylistNow Watching

Halloween fans shriek and listen along as we discuss a piece of music from our specially curated Spotify Halloween Music playlist. Claim your FREE Halloween gifts. Visit the official show site and write the show at Contact@DePodcastNetwork.com. Find host Jeff DePaoli on Instagram as @JeffDePaoli. Learn more about Sarah Palmer. Listen to the "Dizney Coast to Coast" Halloween playlist. Thanks to our show sponsor Creep It Real Festive. “That Halloween Podcast” is part of The DePodcast Network. Love the show? Leave a tip.

On this episode of Beneath the Skin we start our new premium series on the the different artists and movements that have influenced modern tattooing.  Tattooing as a medium owes a lot to other forms. From painting to sculpture, from art high low and in between, its all influenced tattooing in some form We'll be covering artists like Ralph Bakshi and HR. Giger, and movements like expressionism, post modernism and others. On this first episode we're covering the history of the Pin Up Bonus Episodes Production by Thomas O'Mahony Artwork by Joe Painter (jcp_art) Intro Music by Dan McKenna If you would like to get in touch you can email the show on beneaththeskinpod@gmail.com

Mike Stax chats with Peter Stanfield, the author of two groundbreaking new books, Pin-Ups 1972: Third Generation Rock 'n' Roll, and The Who: A Band With Built-In Hate. Topics of discussion include the rock scene and the early days of punk in the UK in the 1970s, rock journalism, Mick Farren, David Bowie, the Who, and the Yardbirds. https://www.peterstanfield.com/ Support us by becoming a Patreon https://www.patreon.com/uglythingspod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hi Friends! Hope you are having a wonderful day today and I am happy to see you. Today I wanted to talk about Bettie Page because, it's been heavy on my noggin. Love you so much and please be safe out there! Hope to be seeing you very soon x o Bailey Sarian Watch the original video here and don't forget to subscribe to my YouTube @BaileySarian! Tik Tok : https://bit.ly/3e3jL9v Instagram : http://bit.ly/2nbO4PR Facebook : http://bit.ly/2mdZtK6 Twitter : http://bit.ly/2yT4BLV Pinterest : http://bit.ly/2mVpXnY Youtube : http://bit.ly/1HGw3Og Snapchat : https://bit.ly/3cC0V9d Discord: https://discord.gg/BaileySarian