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En 2019, à Dubaï, Priscillia Routier Trillard lance l'application The Sorority dédié à la sécurité des femmes à travers le monde. En 2022, elle créait la plateformeSave You pour les familles françaises expatriées victimes de violence. Ce travail de terrain lui a valu, cette année, le premier prix Coup de cœur des Trophées des Français de l'étranger. Le ministère des Affaires étrangères a signé une convention avec Priscillia et ses équipes pour intensifier leurs actions à l'étranger. À lire aussiQui est Pascal Jousse, lauréat éducation des 13e Trophées des Français de l'étranger

Ce podcast inédit de Chroniques Criminelles vous propose l'histoire d'un meurtre qui a transformé un petit village tranquille des Pyrénées en scène de crime d'une horreur absolue… Nous sommes à Estagel, au début de l'été 2019. Ce dimanche 7 juillet, c'est bal des pompiers. Et un air de fête plane partout dans les ruelles animées… Pourtant, vers minuit, c'est l'inquiétude : Priscillia Gonzales, une jeune fille du village, disparait mystérieusement sans laisser de traces… Le lendemain, son corps meurtri est découvert entre deux tombes du petit cimetière communal. Près d'elle, des mégots de cigarettes et un préservatif usagé. Pour les habitants, c'est le choc. Et la psychose s'installe : qui aurait pu vouloir du mal à cette enfant du pays, connue et aimée de tous ? Commence alors une enquête hors-norme, avec des centaines de prélèvements ADN, des appels à témoins au niveau national, des investigations poussées… Un travail titanesque pour une vérité aussi terrible qu'inattendue… « Un cadavre de trop au cimetière » un nouveau podcast de Chroniques Criminelles, raconté par Jacques Pradel.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Dimanche dans Country en Cavale, Lyne Trempe à reçu Priscillia Quirion.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Le Bernois Philippe Fankhauser nous avait promis un morceau en français. Mission accomplie puisquʹil a repris "lʹItalien" de Reggiani. Passé par le Mississippi et lʹAlabama pour son nouveau disque, il était sur le même continent que Priscillia Quirion, artiste québécoise elle aussi invitée de cette émission aux accents exotiques.

. On joue ensemble au "Maître du Temps".

Alexandre Le Mer, en compagnie de Marion Gagnot et la rédaction d'Europe 1 vous accompagnent chaque jour de la semaine dès les premières lueurs du soleil avec de l'information et de la convivialité. L'émission parfaite pour commencer la journée du bon pied, et s'informer.

We take a nose at being a teenager in Nigeria this week with the amazing designer and YouTuber Priscillia Okpan (Kim Dave Designs). She chats on The Phonebox Podcast about thin eyebrows, how she chatted to boys whilst being at an all girls boarding school and we reminisce about the weird time where we all used Internet Cafés.Be sure to follow Priscillia on Instargram here or go and check out her tutorials on her YouTube channel here. She also has a shop which you can check out here.For more of me follow @brummymummyof2 on Instagram, YouTube, Facebook and TikTok and follow the @phoneboxpodcast account on Instagram for polls and nostalgic fun.If you have any guest suggestions, topics you would like me to cover email admin@brummymummyof2.co.uk and be sure to tag so I can see where you are listening!#00s #00smusic Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

EXTRAITDans cet épisode on reçoit la résiliente Priscillia Routier-Trillard , fondatrice de THE SORORITY FOUNDATION, qui répond aux questions de Yacine Sqalli.

« Je suis arrivée à un niveau tellement de dingue à ce moment-là que je n'avais plus rien à perdre. »Dans cet épisode on reçoit la résiliente Priscillia Routier-Trillard , fondatrice de THE SORORITY FOUNDATION, qui répond aux questions de Yacine Sqalli.

Le 8 février 2001, Didier Leroux, un ouvrier boulanger du Châtelet-en-Brie, porte 60 coups de couteau à Priscillia, 14 ans, qui habitait aux Ecrennes et dont il était amoureux.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 5 Devin kills time waiting for sheepgirl shearing. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Gylan exited the barn to find Erinnah while Ellyn took Priscillia's milk, which she had set down earlier, to a work table to process and document. "Um, Life-mate?" "Yes, Azalea?" "I'm sorry. I sorta made a mess of your clothes," she said bashfully. Azalea stood up, revealing a large wet spot on his shoulder [[MORE]] Devin ran a finger across it and tasted it. "I don't know how you manage to produce something so sweet, but maybe we should find a way to bottle it," he chuckled, then reassured her, "Don't worry about it. It'll dry, and I'll wash it later." Perking up at his words, she hugged him. "That was so fun to watch, wasn't it, life-mate? I wonder how long she's wanted to do that! I don't mind people I know seeing me naked, but I don't know if I even have the courage to display myself to strangers, but would you want to see your horny little fairy expose herself to a bunch of people? Would it excite you to watch my cheeks redden from embarrassment as I try to keep myself from covering places originally meant for family eyes only?" She lifted one of the petals of her dress playfully. "If you ask me, I might consider it. For now, though, I'm going to go talk to the satyress sisters a bit more." With a quick kiss, she flew off. Devin was having a hard time conceiving of Azalea looking embarrassed about doing anything sexual, but there might be something. He imagined Azalea flying naked next to him in a busy town when he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Herd-mate? I was wondering; could I perhaps, maybe, try,  She motioned to the empty stall in the corner, at the same time she stepped aside showing a support beam she had been backed against was stained with a generous amount of moisture dripping down it. "You want to try the piston machine?" Reina nodded shyly. "You don't need to ask me. Oh! You want me to ask for you?" Devin guessed. She nodded again. "Hey, Ellyn, can Reina try the piston machine in the empty stall?" "Sure she can. Jyora's little show got her all hot 'n bothered, did it? I don't blame 'er, I'm a little damp myself. Go choose a toy from the wall, Reina, and come over here," Ellyn directed while patting the gate to the stall. Reina perused the wall a moment and gasped. "What's wrong?" hollered Ellyn. "These are all made from ravishwood!" came Reina's subdued response. "Oh, you know about it? So you must know its special properties." "I, er, am aware of it, yes." "What's so special about it?" inquired Devin. Reina fidgeted. "It's, um; useful to certain members of my herd when it gets wet, Jyora, having recovered slightly, propped herself up. "She means the females of her herd. They peel the bark away to expose the inner layer and rub, or 'ravish' the wood with their vulvas," she stated matter-of-factly. "When enough moisture is applied, the tree thinks it's exposed to the elements and creates a layer of extended defensive nodules." Reina continued, avoiding eye contact, "What Miss Jyora says is correct. Since we can't reach back there; the bumps help alleviate our needs if we can't find a partner." Ellyn paused her work to interrupt, "This stall will eventually have a table, but it hasn't been finished yet. Just back yourself in; yes, just like that. Picked the large centaur one, did'j ya? Adventurous lass!" She screwed the dildo to the piston and extended it to its maximum length. "This is as far as it'll push into you." Ellyn dipped behind Reina, coating the dildo with her saliva. Reina gasped in surprise as Ellyn gave a few teasing licks to Reina's cunt, for good measure, emerging a moment later with a glistening mouth. "Sorry, it's kinda become a habit for me with the other girls." Reina blushed profusely as Ellyn rubbed her slit open, helping guide the toy into the right hole. Wiggling and pushing, the Whitehorn accepted a bit more than half of the dildo. Ellyn patted her haunch and attached the missing gear, jolting the machine to life.With a satisfied sigh, Reina settled into a comfortable position, letting the bumpy toy work its magic. Azalea, meanwhile, seemed to have taken an interest in Iryna's milk. She was sitting on the table, kneading the satyress' large mammary, sucking enthusiastically while Iryna stroked her head with motherly love. Devin stood there, taking in the relaxed atmosphere of everyone enjoying themselves when he saw Priscilla motioning him over to her stall from his periphery. "She wants your hand," Iryna filled in, seeing his questioning look. He approached and offered his hand, which she placed on her head. She then took his other hand and started sucking on his fingers. A moment later, a low, drawn-out moan issued from her throat, and she started squirming on the table while haphazardly licking his digits. After settling down a bit, she lay there, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily. "Sometimes, she likes something in her mouth when one of the larger males is giving her anal, or she's expecting a particularly intense orgasm," Iryna explained. Devin petted the pleasure-drunk sheep-girl, brushing some of her hair out of her brown eyes. "She seems comforted by it. Is she really ok in this state?" "Yes. as Ellyn said, she doesn't come down from her orgasmic highs because of her crest stealing her post-orgasmic feelings. Once she gets a full night's sleep, she'll be back to her temperamental self. Normally, she's a bit snooty, so it's cute seeing another side of her. I think that was her eighth male today, so she's a bit worn out. Thanks for indulging her little idiosyncrasy." "No problem." "Also, I couldn't help but notice. Do you need some attention? I hear it gets uncomfortable if left unattended," Iryna proposed. Devin knew she was looking at the tent in his pants. "Priscilla probably wouldn't mind you mating her if you want some relief," she hinted. Priscilla perked up upon hearing the word 'mating' and started licking more suggestively, her slightly more lucid eyes looking up at him with hope. "Are you sure? You look pretty tired." Priscilla nodded. "She's never had a human partner. She's probably curious how the real thing feels. You should have time for a quickie before papa Gylan gets back," Iryna answered for her. "How do I get into the room?" Devin asked. "There's a door on the outside, around the back. Also, she won't mind you using either hole. Most of the boys seem partial to her cunt, though," came Iryna's reply. Exiting the barn, he went around back to find a small door. The newly-sanded plank room was clean and empty except for a couple chairs. Between two handles on the wall was Priscilla's ass on full display. He positioned himself behind her, straddling the sizable pool of arousal on the floor. He didn't get too many opportunities to get a close look at the sheep-girls intimate bits. He ran his other over her velvety swollen lips, which were scrunched into a tight teardrop shape.The many males she must have serviced today have certainly left her with a sizable gape. It's odd, though, that there is almost no cum leaking out. Maybe it's due to her crest? Figuring he should take Iryna's advice, he lined himself up, rubbing his glans through her sticky lips. She had more than enough lubricant to slide in easily, but her passage was built for the more narrow penises of her species. He felt her vaginal walls trembling as they struggled to accommodate the girth of her latest guest. Starting slow and shallow, he gradually loosened her up with each push. Anal had its own perks, but the unique grooves and silken folds of a girl's vagina have few equals. I can't believe how hot her insides feel -- much warmer than Reina's. Does her wool give her a higher body temperature? Devin closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this rare opportunity. "That looks fun. How's she feel?" A surprise voice asked. Devin slammed into the wall in surprise, jamming into Priscilla and causing her to moan loud enough to hear -- even through the wall. "Sorry to startle you. I thought you heard me come in," laughed Ellyn. "Uh, Ellyn, hi. Iryna suggested that Priscilla wouldn't mind, so, you know,”  Devin stammered, shaking a little with the exertion and the scare. "No need to be bashful. The sheep-girls are pretty insatiable the day before shearing. Mind if I stay and chat for a moment, or do you want some privacy?" Ellyn asked. "Uh, no, it's alright," he said, slowly thrusting again, wondering if he actually felt comfortable. "Great!" she said, pulling up a chair and leaning it against the wall. Crossing her legs, she watched Devin plow the sex-hungry sheep girl. Devin changed his pacing to quick, short thrusts. Then he huffed out, "I've heard your oral skills are second to none." "No one's complained yet. The secret is to be eager and show that you're actively interested in their pleasure. Also, not having much of a gag reflex helps." She winked. "Do you enjoy it?" "Aye, very much. The girls get quite sticky during their estrus cycle, so I get to have extra fun lapping up their juices." She flashed a mischievous smile. "The one's who can squirt get all embarrassed and fidgety when I make a show of relishing their cum. The boys, in contrast, love it when I savor theirs. I sometimes think they save up just so I have to spend more time on them. More than anything, though, I'm happiest when they are happy. Speaking of happiness, Azalea and Reina sure are darlings. They seemed to be enjoying their visit today." Devin slowed his pace, probably to the chagrin of Priscilla, who was likely trying to encourage him to go faster by humping her hips against him. However, he wanted to savor this feeling longer while talking to Ellyn. "I hope they did. Meeting both of them was very sudden, so I'm a bit worried that maybe what they imagined this relationship to be in their head might be lessened by reality. Being on the road all the time isn't the most exciting, but they have been a joy to have around. Azalea is so full of energy and curiosity. Reina seems to still be a bit shy around strangers, but she's slowly opening up more, especially with Azalea." "Call it a hunch or maybe intuition, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just be you, and talk through any problems that might arrive, and try to see things from their perspective." "You're probably right, and I'm just over-worrying about things again." "I was more worried about you alone on the road all the time. I'm relieved you met them," Ellyn shared with a gentle rub of his shoulder. "Traveling isn't as dangerous as you imagine." "I know, but like your sister, I feel it's safer when there are at least two or more people to depend on should something occur." "I'm not sure how dependable Azalea would be in an emergency." "You might be surprised." She smiled playfully. "I bet, when you're having trouble thinking straight or overwhelmed with concerns, she'd give a lot of emergency attention to your penis. Have you done it with them yet?" Devin smiled back. "My penis is definitely her favorite thing to snuggle with in bed. Azalea and I have masturbated with each other. She's too small to penetrate, at least right now, but she's sure it's possible, so we are exploring options. So far, Reina and I have only tried anal. We weren't ready to be tied down with a family yet." "Must be exciting just beginning your life-long adventures. I might start looking for a partner in a few years." She glanced at Priscilla's tail, swishing in annoyance. "I'll have to apologize to Priscilla later for monopolizing your time. I'm sure she wanted a more vigorous partner instead of just being a cockwarmer." "Sorry, Priscilla." He wasn't sure she could hear, but he obliged and picked up the pace when he felt her grinding her ass to seek more stimulation. Even though they had known each other for years, this was Ellyn's first time seeing Devin's penis. She still felt horny from helping Jyora get in touch with her exhibitionist side. Hence, the slapping of Devin's hips and the heavy breathing prompted her to indulge a little. "Seeing you two go at it, I need a little relief too! Since this is my first time seeing yours, I think it's only fair that I show you mine." Ellyn hiked her dress up. She ran her hand through her trimmed bush, which matched the color of her hair. With a few test rubs, she peeled her lips open and offered Devin an unimpeded view. Ellyn gave her cunt a few warm-up strokes. "Would you believe I rarely masturbate and that I'm still a virgin?" "A little, given all the things you do for everyone." "I hope you don't think I'm slutty." "No. I never considered you that type of person," he said with a quick glance at Ellyn. "I'm not too into anal, but I make an exception once a year. The boys don't give my ass any rest when I do." She laughed. "I mostly give oral and handjobs. I think I've given so many of them I've started seeing it as less sexual and just a healthy thing I can do to assist everyone with if that makes sense." "It does a little. I'll be sure to enjoy this rare moment then." Ellyn adjusted her posture. Next, she fingered her moistening cunt in quick little circular motions, flicking her clit periodically. "Pull her tail a little. She likes that," she panted. Devin grabbed the stumpy tail and gave it a little upward tug causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. He noticed her tail-hole was also quivering from the rougher treatment. He massaged his thumb into her little whitish-pink orifice, and she squeezed his thumb welcomingly. From the feel of it, her ass was quite popular. Unlike her cunt, she had quite a lot of cum in this hole. For several minutes, only the sound of heavy breathing and the squelching of Priscilla's and Ellyn's cunts were heard. "I hope you don't mind if I climax before you," Ellyn suddenly announced. She rapidly plunged her middle and ring fingers into her hungry love tunnel, using her palm to mash her clit. "Watch me cum, Devin!" she cried. Her eyes fluttered as she arched her back, and her thighs jerked closed around her hand as her body shuddered its pleasure. She took a moment to breathe before removing her hand and shakily getting to her feet. Stumbling behind Devin, she pushed her bounteous chest into his back and leaned on him for support. "Nothin' like a good orgasm to help clear yer mind. Want a taste?" she solicited, holding out her drippy fingers. Devin considered a brief moment before sucking her tangy sweetness off them. "That was hotter than I thought it would be!" she remarked. Devin grinned. "Lately, I, too, started to enjoy the subtle flavor differences of girls." Ellyn wrapped her arms around Devin's middle, peering over his shoulder. "Priscilla definitely has one of the cutest cunts on the farm. She is very particular and fastidious about her appearance, so it's a little amusing to watch the males mess up her cute little privates all day. She seems juicier today, too. Wonder if you have the magic touch." "Probably because I'm stretching her out more than she's used to." "When I was hooking Reina up, I noticed she has some of the thickest juices I've seen from any girl. I bet you could lick her for hours," Ellyn encouraged. "She does. Azalea's is thinner and sweeter, but Reina would have a contender for sheer drippiness if Azalea were of equal size." "Is that so? Maybe next time, I can ask her if she'd let me quench my thirst." Ellyn pulled away from Devin. "Da should be getting back soon. Are you close?" "Yes, sorry. I was just trying to enjoy this for as long as possible. I don't know when I'll have another chance to enjoy vaginal sex." "If you're worried about knocking Reina up, I know of a person who might have something you may find useful regarding that. If you ever head up to Merport, you might want to think about stopping by a certain place. I'll write down their name and location for you later. "Now, let's see if I can assist one of my best friends in pumping all his cum into our little sheep-girl's belly." She reached between his legs and cupped his balls. Her hands weren't the softest, being used to rough farmwork, but they were well-versed in how much pressure to apply and the right amount of tugging. "The way Priscilla is coiling around me feels like she wants it more than I do." "Make sure you cum as deep in her as you can." Feeling the pressure building in his loins, he thrust twice more. Ellyn pushed his hips forward, lightly milking his balls as he erupted, painting Priscilla's insides white. Priscilla's crest began to pulse sporadically. "That's her crest pulling your cum into her belly. Looks like you gave her a lot. She'll be drinking it all up during her shearing tomorrow," Ellyn explained while milking his balls. "What do you mean?" he asked. She smiled mischievously. "You'll see when Erinnah gets here." To Devin's quizzical look, she just said, "Let me clean you up." She pulled him out of Priscilla and stuffed his penis into her mouth to suck off their mixed fluids. She then slurped Priscilla,"Much cleaner! Shall we go see if Da is back with Erinnah?" Devin and Ellyn re-entered the main room. Aside from that brief moment, Priscilla was back into her lust-induced haze. Her front half sprawled over the table, tongue lolling, eyes droopy. Devin bent down and kissed the sheep-girl on the forehead. He whispered, "Not sure if you can hear me, but thank you, Priscilla. You felt amazing!" "Looks like you exceeded her expectations," smirked Iryna, cradling a sleepy Azalea in her hands. "I tried to give her a good time, and it looks like you've been keeping my fairy fed." Iryna stroked Azalea's head with her thumb. "I didn't know such a tiny belly could hold so much milk. She was also teasing my nipples the entire time. The naughty girl gave me two orgasms!" Devin laughed. "That sounds like her. Never passing up a moment to do something sexy." Reina was still leaning against the stall wall, enjoying the untiring thrusting of the piston. "We're back!" announced Gylan. He entered from the other end of the barn with a quiet-looking sheep-girl in a pink dress. Her hazel eyes were peeking out from behind long bangs. Twin braids tied with pink ribbons draped over her shoulders, leaving most of her hair cascading, mantle-like, down her back past her ass. She shuffled nervously, fists clenching the hem of her white apron. "Hello, Erinnah," Devin spoke gently but happily. "Ha, ha, hi, Devin. I didn't know you were va, visiting. Uh, are you here to watch me get sheared?" "Yes, is that ok?" "Na, no. I mean, no I, it's ok if you wah, want to watch. I, I'm sorry you have to see me like this, sa, so nervous and sca, scared." "I don't mind. I know you can't help it, right?" Devin extended. "The, that's right. Even though I, I know there's nothing to be afraid of wah, whenever I think of those sharp tools. So I, I'm thankful for Miss Jyora's treatment, even if it is very embarrassing." Ellyn took Erinnah by the arm and soothingly guided her to a corner of the barn reserved for shearing. While helping remove Erinnah's dress, she added, "She definitely has it worse than the other girls. She has outright panic attacks. We tried everything we could think of, even doing it when she was asleep, but she had too much anxiety and only fell asleep when she was exhausted, so we just gave up. Thankfully, Jyora arrived when she did." Devin wasn't sure she needed a dress. Her arms, legs, chest, and crotch were modestly covered by her softer inner wool, leaving her milky-white tummy and the barest hint of inner thigh exposed. Gylan busied himself prepping the shears and made sure to keep them out of sight while Ellyn collected the things needed for the preparation for the first phase. "You ready to activate your crest, Erinnah?" asked Ellyn. "Ya, yes." The skittish girl assumed a squatting posture, closed her eyes, and placed her hand on her belly in concentration. Ellyn spread the sheep-girl's hind legs wide. Guiding her tail out of the way, she combed back the wool covering her crotch. Her anus was more pronounced and her lips a little looser than Priscilla's. "We have a bit to do before she can be sheared comfortably," she explained to Devin. "First, we give her cunt a little wash and rinse to make sure we collect a clean product." "Product?" "Aye! Well, more a byproduct, really. She gets super horny during this part. She'll be feeling similar to when she's being milked in the wall, including not being able to orgasm as long as this is in her." She pointed at the small lump in her abdomen. "We'll collect her fluids so you can make a little extra profit." "You really didn't have to," he deflected. "We might as well, or it'll just go to waste. You have more mouths to feed, and I'm sure your alchemist friend won't complain about having more affinity-laced liquids to use. Erinnah suggested the idea a long time ago. She, like all the farmhands, is more than happy to help you out, you well know." "I appreciate it." "Ok, Erinnah, slow deep breaths, just like Jyora taught you." Erinnah steadied her breathing, placed her hand on her belly, and closed her eyes. Ellyn began playfully massaging the focused sheep-girl's shy clit out of hiding and cajoling her tense body to relax. "Like most crests, her's needs a little stimulation to start it up." Devin turned to see Jyora sidle up to him. "Hey, Jyora, feeling rested?" "Yes, I have regained my energy, Mr. Ebonplume." "That's good. I'm eager to see how your crest works." Jyora furrowed her brows when she saw Erinnah lose focus and start wringing her hands nervously. "Erinnah, remember what I mentioned you try when you felt like doing that?" "Ya, yes, Miss Jyora, you, you suggested I ma, massage my breasts." "That's right. You've done this before and know how good it feels. Just focus on the pleasure and diverting affinity to your crest." Erinnah scrunched her face in concentration, placing her right hand back over her crest while the other kneaded her chest. This caused a bit of milk to leak from the stiffening nipple. "Ellyn, ya, your fingers feel so good. A tiny buh, bit left. Right there! A, also a little harder, puh, please!" Erinnah had just begun to settle into the mood when she suddenly clutched her stomach. A faint pink glow started to emanate from beneath her hand. Ellyn immediately placed a glass jar between her legs. Erinnah moaned as she tried reaching for her clit, but between the pleasure and contractions, she couldn't coordinate well and almost knocked the jar over. Ellyn grasped her hand and placed it back on her stomach. She was quite familiar with how this sheep-girl liked to masturbate. Unhooding the needy little pleasure button, she pinched and tweaked the sensitive nub directly until sticky strands dripped into the jar below. Erinnah moaned in appreciation as Ellyn switched to a flicking motion. With the other hand, she spread the juicy lips, keeping them out of the way to better facilitate the collection. For the next twenty minutes, Erinnah alternated between moaning and groaning while looking like she wanted to orgasm so bad but couldn't. She rubbed her stomach as the contractions came more frequently. Each one caused the slight bulge to move lower until her opening started to widen. "About half a jar," noted Ellyn, "Not bad." She set it aside and placed a cloth over her hands, ready to catch what was about to emerge. Devin watched in fascination as the sheep-girl went through what he knew was similar to the experience of the harpies. Since this species didn't naturally do this, he was curious about the ultimate purpose. With one final push, the egg-like object tumbled out. Ellyn delicately caught it and started wiping off the excess moisture. Meanwhile, Erinnah gasped for air as her body twitched and spasmed, utterly enjoying her long-awaited orgasm. Ellyn handed the whitish object over to Jyora for inspection. "As you can see, Mr. Ebonplume, it's smaller and rounder than what a harpy would normally lay. I glossed over a lot of details earlier. If you are interested, I can explain the process more fully." "Please do. It looks like Erinnah hasn't quite collected herself yet." Erinnah smiled with heavily lidded eyes. Ellyn supported her with one hand under her abdomen while busily wiping her cunt clean with the other. Devin thought he saw a small gleam of excitement enter Jyora's eye. She cleared her throat. "Normally, when a harpy ovum is expelled from the ovary, it passes down the oviduct where different layers form around it till a fully-formed egg emerges. There is a rare occurrence where a yolkless egg is laid. We believe it might be because a harpy hasn't finished maturing, and her body isn't yet ready for the full egg creation process, or some reproductive material enters the lower egg canal, triggering only half the process. These eggs are called by several colloquial terms: wind egg, fairy egg, and, no, they have nothing to do with actual fairies. It's essentially just a sterile egg. "I designed the crest to mimic this process. All the semen she collects naturally seek out an egg to fertilize. They swim up to the lower portion of the fallopian tube. Using the high calcium content of her body, the crest artificially replicates a shell around the semen." When she held the opaque, semi-transparent object up to the light, Devin could see the semen sloshing around inside. "It takes nearly a full day for the shell to form. Since most of the sheep-men can ejaculate about three or four times a day, there's probably almost a cup of semen inside this one." Having regained some of her strength. Ellyn helped Erinnah onto a stool. "The, this is my fourth time doing this, a, and I still have a hard time believing Miss Jyora's crest helped me make that thing." "And now for the 'why'; the main purpose of all this." Jyora handed the egg over its 'mother,' and Erinnah cracked the top open. For a moment, she gazed appreciatively at all the donations her partners had made yesterday before gulping it down. At first, it seemed nothing was happening, but as she licked the cloying seed from her lips, the frightened look in her eyes slowly dimmed. A languid expression spread across her face. The limbs that had been trembling just a moment before went limp. Ellyn caught her body as she slumped forward. At the same time, Jyora took the empty egg from the listless sheep-girl. "She is feeling the resolution phase of all the orgasms she had yesterday and today; all at once." "Is she aware of what's going on?" Devin wondered. "It varies between individuals. You'll have to ask her when she wakes up." Ellyn held Erinnah tenderly while scratching her ears as her father deftly worked. After fifteen minutes of snipping and trimming around her body, her wool coat came off in nearly one large piece. Switching to a finer pair of shears, he worked his way around her limbs and sensitive places, leaving her crotch for last. He snipped the silky wool between her legs and tail with a fine-toothed comb and scissors. Ellyn gave Erinnah a sisterly kiss on the cheek before explaining, "The outside, coarse wool is used mostly in larger articles of clothing, blankets, etc., and the finer wool is used for making undergarments and lingerie." If it wasn't for her horns, tail, hooves, and genitals, Devin wouldn't have any clue Erinnah was a demi-human in her newly-sheered form. "All done, Erinnah. You did very well!" After wrapping a nearby blanket around her, Ellyn picked her up and handed her to a surprised Devin. "Could you take her to her room?" "Uh, sure." He carried the cute, bundled sheep-girl princess-style out of the barn and toward the building where most of the farmhands roomed. After asking around for directions, he found her chambers. The room was simple and showed signs of having two occupants. Both sides were neat and orderly but were very different in furnishings and decoration. One side contained a work table with various knives, awls, and other tools for wood carving. Figures of trees, people, and small animals decorated several shelves. The other side, he guessed, was Erinnah's. He glanced at the papers on the desk. Looks like she enjoys writing poetry, and these look like pamphlets or town fliers of actors and playwrights tacked to the wall. Wouldn't have guessed she was into performance art. I wonder how many she's watched. He placed her gently on the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around her. His eyes wandered to her chest. Her breasts certainly are bigger now they aren't covered. She was one of the milkmaids, after all, so it was to be expected. The shift in position stirred her awake. She reached around his neck before he could straighten up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, my prince," she whispered and giggled sleepily. "You're more than welcome." He pulled the blanket over her and sat on the bed. She timidly fiddled with the blanket. "I hope you didn't find it too strange." "Not at all. I've seen harpies lay eggs before. It was fascinating." "Miss Jyora did say she got the idea from that, so I guess I know what they feel like a little." "What's it feel like?" Devin inquired with a smirk. "Which? Laying the egg or drinking it?" "Both." "Laying feels similar to very intense edging but with a dildo penetrating me from the inside out. It makes me want to cum so bad, but I can't, and just when I think I can't stand it anymore, it pops out, and I cum harder than any other way I've ever experienced. As for the taste," she tilted her head in thought, "It's not really any different from drinking a whole bunch of boys' cum all at once. But afterwards; it's hard to explain. You know the feeling you get after you have a great orgasm, and you just want to lay there and do nothing? My brain feels super floaty, as if I'm in a dream or when I'm laying in a grassy field under the warm sun, looking up into the sky. I feel so peaceful and listless." "I'm glad it helped with your shearing." "Me too." She snuggled further under the blanket. "It also made me happy to have you there." She started blushing. "I; may have got a little more turned on with you watching. Hopefully, next time you visit, you can; mate with me when I'm in the milking wall -- if you want to, I mean." "You're a very lovely, young sheep-girl, and I'd be more than happy to," he replied. She pulled the blanket over her nose, hiding her giant smile. "The other males are great, but I want to know what a real human feels like." "You're not the only one. Priscilla wanted to know as well." "Oh, she did? She was being milked today, wasn't she?" "She was. I had some time waiting for Gylan to go find you. I think I was a bit more than what she was used to," Devin answered with a bit of mirth in his voice. "I'll have to ask her how it felt later." She yawned. "I feel super sleepy after I'm sheared. I have to be milked in the morning, so I'll come see you off before you leave." "Sounds good. Sleep well." As soon as Erinnah turned on her side, she was fast asleep. Devin exited the sleeping quarters and returned to the barn. Priscilla was gone by the time he got back. Ellyn was busy cleaning up the stalls and documenting the sisters' milk collected for the day. The sisters, meanwhile, were busy cleaning each other. Cyna, seeing Devin enter, bounded over, still naked except for her vest, and her slightly less milk-filled breasts bounced as she ran. With hands behind her back, she leaned over slightly and looked up into his face. "I don't suppose you have the energy to mate me right now; I need it hard and fast after that dull piston." "Sorry, Cyna. Priscilla kinda wore me out. I promise next time, ok?" She looked disappointed. "Ok. Guess it'll just be vigorous fingering." Ryna came up behind her. "Cyna, not now. I just wiped you clean. Here's your clothes. You're always running around half-naked." "I didn't mean I'd do it right now, and so what? They get in the way, and all the boys like looking at my boobs." "They like looking at any girl's boobs, but that's not the issue. You know you get cold easily." "Fine, " Cyna whined, scrambling into her dress. Iryna joined her sisters. "We are gonna go bathe, eat and head to bed. We'll see you off tomorrow morning, Devin." "I'm gonna go check on Reina. You three have a wonderful night." Reina was standing off to the side, acting as a substitute bed for Azalea, who was curled up on the Whitehorn's back. Reaching her side, he gave her a kiss. "How was the piston, Reina?" "It was a wonderful experience, herd-mate! It was the perfect speed. It was so filling and stretched me in just the right ways, and the bumps; every time it pushed in, it caused tingles up my spine!" she expressed with enthusiasm. "Hope you didn't feel neglected. Things got a little busy." "Not at all! It was a nice way to relax after a long day, and while I was not fully attentive to everything that was going on, I enjoyed watching everyone interact with each other." "I'm glad you had fun." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "Looks like Gylan is just about done." The large farmer sauntered over. "Well, Devin, ma'boy! Just finished puttin' things away. Erinnah's fleece is nicely packed in the crate along with the other sheep-folk's for the woolclassers to go through." "They are hard to impress, but they always comment on how exceptional your materials are. Thank you for all the effort," Devin said. "All in a day's work! Certainly pays to keep our sheep-folk in good health. Gettin' to be close to dinner time. Shall we head in for the night?" "I'm not sure about Azalea, but I am quite famished," replied Reina. "Working on a farm definitely builds an appetite," Devin added while rubbing his stomach. "That it does, ma'boy. We are gonna treat you to some wonderful home-cookin', Reina! Ellyn, we are gonna head in and start prepping for dinner!" "I'll be there in a bit, Da. Just need to finish documenting how much the girls produced today." The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Father and daughter prepared a wonderful dinner of leek, onion, and barley dumplings with steamed vegetables from the garden. Rounding the meal off was bread pudding mixed with wild fruit drenched in the sytresses' sweet milk, and it satisfied all appetites. To be continued in part 6, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 4 The trio make a stop at a friend's farm.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Another morning dawned bright and clear, dissipating the last wisps of fog lingering over the ground. All was silent except the crackle of the fire. Thinking it odd the fire hadn't died down, Devin squinted open an eye. Reina sat serenely, her legs tucked under her nursing a steaming mug. [[MORE]] He was about to wish her a good morning when he felt a familiar pair of arms and thighs. Lifting the blanket, he was not particularly surprised his morning wood was sandwiched between his stomach and a limp, drooling fairy. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She looked so peaceful compared to when she was awake. It was hard to imagine so much energy in such a tiny package. Her optimism was contagious, always so bubbly and cheerful. Every time she'd laugh or giggle, her nose scrunched up adorably, and dimples appeared. As he stroked her freckled cheek, he became aware of the squishing of her breasts against him with every breath she took. That gave him a naughty idea. He gently grasped her between his fingers and slowly stroked himself with her warm little body. Her nipples were much softer than when she was aroused, but they still pleasantly stimulated him as they dragged over his skin. It wasn't going to be enough to make him cum, though, so he rubbed against her a few more times and then let her be. He didn't want to wake her up. Out of Devin's periphery, he noticed Reina watching him. He mused, "It seems to be her favorite sleeping spot." "Looks to be. I admit I'm a little jealous of her size." "I'm glad you're not as small. Would have made what we did last night a bit more difficult." She swished her tail and took a sip of her drink, attempting to hide her blush. "I'm still a bit sore back there, but I would be up for it again sometime." Clearing her throat, "I hope you slept well, herd-mate. I have stoked the fire and prepared you something warm to drink." "Thank you, Reina. Getting out of a warm bed when it's cold is not one of my favorite things." "That explains why you snuggled into me so much last night. Kept on laying your head between my breasts." "Did I? Couldn't have asked for a better pillow!" "You did. Maybe that's why you are in need of some attention this morning. Can I relieve it for you?" Devin looked down at his erection. "I would love that, but don't feel obligated." "But I want to. You've made me orgasm so many times since we met. I want to do the same for you." "If you insist, then." After taking the drink Reina prepared for him, he got to his feet as Reina knelt in front of him. He gently disengaged Azalea from his morning wood and placed her back under the blanket. She tried to suppress her eager smile as she settled into a comfortable position. With her long, slender fingers, she gripped his twitching member. "I can feel the pulse of your heart, herd-mate," Reina exclaimed with reverent awe. "I hope so! I'd be concerned if you couldn't," he chuckled. Having no prior masturbation experience, either mutual or personal, she attempted to clumsily jack him off with no cadence or particular pattern. In the past, she had stealthily watched girls from other herds pleasuring their mates, but watching didn't necessarily equate to knowing what to do. Reina grew a little apprehensive, seeing he was not eliciting the response she desired. She dared a peek into his face, thinking he might not be enjoying her efforts, but his eyes were gentle and didn't convey any sense of urgency or boredom. "I'm sorry for my inexperience, herd-mate." With a gentle smile, he laid his hand over hers. "I appreciate your earnestness. Grip it like this; that's right; a little tighter, it's not that delicate; and pump up and down. Try to think at what speed you'd want someone to rub your cunt and try to mimic that, and don't be afraid to try slight variations once you're comfortable." As she became accustomed to her task, he let her take over. She experimented with overhand, underhand, and sometimes both hands, listening for indications that he liked it. After several minutes of practice, she wondered what to do next when a droplet of clear liquid appeared. This must be that pre-cum Azalea & Mavis mentioned yesterday. She scooped some onto her fingers and stretched the sticky substance between them. I thought only females got wet, and the males just stuck it in when things were slippery enough. I guess this means he's feeling good? As her hands became slicker, she wondered if she should use her mouth. Leaning forward, she sniffed. Hmm, not as strong a smell as a male Whitehorn. I suppose humans bathe more often. Such an odd shape too -- thicker, but not as long. No wonder my herd-mate was worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy me. He shouldn't worry about trifling things like that. Her eyes slightly crossed as she inhaled again, more deeply, letting his scent etch itself into her memory. Then she planted a polite kiss on the tip and daintily fed it between her lips, nibbling on the spongey gland. With a few swirls of her tongue, she lapped up his pre-cum while continuing to jerk him off. "Ar youf feeing guud, her-mae? Wan me go faser, or harer?" "Deeper," Devin panted. Smiling around his penis, she watched his eyes go momentarily vacant as she started bobbing, feeding more into her mouth with each descent. She felt butterflies when Devin groaned from the warm wetness enveloping him and her silky tongue bathing his nerves in ecstasy. Her physical size was smaller than the males of her species but large by human standards, and her mouth reflected this -- quite able to accommodate his length. Devin was entirely in her mouth and could just barely feel the back of her throat. He was about to lose himself in the sensation when he remembered the drink he was holding. He looked at the yellowish liquid skeptically. "Whash ong her-mae?" "What is this?" Replacing her mouth with her hand, she continued to pump him to not lose the tempo. "It's just a tea made from the leaves of fireweed herbs I gathered this morning." "Oh." He put the mug to his lips and lightly burned his tongue as he took a sip." "What did you think it was?" He took another sip, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing specific." She studied him for a moment. "No, it doesn't contain any of my urine; if that's what you were worried about. Although, among some herds, I've heard there are males who enjoy drinking their females' first pee of the morning when it tastes strongest. I can do that for you if you wish." "No need to trouble yourself. With the brief experience I had using Azalea's magic, I can understand, somewhat, why they would like it, especially if they're in season, but I'm quite content with this," he said hurriedly, fearing she might insist. "This," he stated as he swirled the tea around, "is relaxing. It's a bit tart but has a hint of sweetness, a bit like you, now that I think about it. Your personality, I mean." "My personality, hmm? I'm sure that wasn't the only thing you remembered just now that tasted sweetly tart." She smirked. "Still, I'm happy you found it to your taste, my love. I enjoy it every morning, as well. It clears my mind and helps me focus." She gulped his member down once more. Her sucking grew louder and more lewd as more precum was added to her saliva. She placed his hands on her antlers to let him guide her as he pleased. With how well she was doing, she didn't need any guidance. Instead, he scratched behind her ears, wondering if this was a bit demeaning, like petting an animal, but she nuzzled her head into it, seemingly wanting more. Reina increased the suction, so her cheeks constricted around his tongue-cradled shaft. Noticing his balls start to contract close to his body, she kept milking his glans with her throat, not realizing what this signified. Being too close to climax to warn her, she squeaked in surprise when his first spurt went down her throat. She backed off a bit and massaged his balls as he filled her cheeks. It was at this moment that Azalea stirred. She sat up, rubbing her eyes while stretching one arm in the air, causing her boobs to jiggle. As she scratched her bed hair, she looked around and suddenly locked half-lidded eyes on the scene playing out nearby. She took in Reina's eyes darting between her and Devin's penis, noting her embarrassment to be caught in such an awkward position. Azalea fluttered over and plopped down on Devin's thigh. Scrutinizing Reina's gradually filling cheeks, she nodded to herself, affirming Reina was doing a good job. She gave her a loving peck on the cheek, yawned, and started idly rubbing her nipples as she waited until the two finished. With Devin's final spurt, Reina slowly pulled off, careful not to spill. She sat back and was about to swallow when Azalea grabbed her chin. Reina was unsure if she had done something wrong, and the two stared at each other until an audible stomach growl broke the silence. As if on queue, Azalea pressed her small lips to hers, causing Reina's eyes flew open at the sudden intimacy. The kiss wasn't passionate, but it was hungry and seemed to convey a 'let's enjoy this together' feeling of playfulness. With her eyes, Reina begged Devin for help as Azalea flicked her tongue across her lips, seeking admittance. However, Devin enjoyed the surprise show too much to curtail what he reasoned was a good bonding experience between them. He urged Reina to go along with it. Giving him the poutiest face she could manage, she loosened her lips, allowing Azalea's to dart in, and their tongues entwined in a gooey embrace. I didn't realize this kind of kissing felt so good. Her tongue is so small. She smells so sweet, so floral. As they continued their oral wrestling, Azalea occasionally scooped some of the creamy treat into her mouth, humming with its deliciousness. She continued until just half of Devin's load was left in her flustered friend's mouth. Breaking the kiss slowly, she lingered on the feeling of Reina's soft lips, savoring the thickness of her life-mate's early morning cum. She licked her lips in satisfaction after an audible swallow. Looking a little more alert, Azalea flew to her bag, pulled out a comb, and re-perched on Reina's shoulder. "Thank you, life-mate, for the morning treat, and thank you, Reina, for sharing!" she said, excitedly hugging and nuzzling Reina's neck before organizing her unruly hair. Reina swallowed twice. "Yo, your welcome, Azalea. The, that was my first kiss with a girl." "It was?! I'm happy I could be your first, and we definitely shouldn't make it the last!" Taking a sip of her cold tea, Reina tried to calm her fluttering heart. "Did I do an adequate job, herd-mate?" "Once you got the hang of it, it felt amazing!" He wasn't sure she could take any more kissing, but he did anyway to further emphasize his appreciation. "I'm glad it was to your liking. I'll service you whenever you need it." After an unexpectedly fun morning, the trio got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and set off to Gylan's farm. --- Azalea sat on Reina's antlers, kicking her legs. "Are we almost there, life-mate?" "It should be coming into view now," was Devin's reply. As they topped the final hill, a large valley spread out before them, dotted with a patchwork quilt of colored fields, and a wide, slow-flowing river meandered down the middle. Homesteads with sturdy, timbered buildings clustered here and there around the valley. "Which is your friend's farm, life-mate?" Devin pointed to the southeast corner. "The one with the water wheel." "I can't wait to meet him! What's he like?" Devin stretched his shoulders. "He's a practical man but very jovial. He, his wife, and his daughter work hard to provide a home for all the demi-humans on the farm." "Is his daughter hot?" asked Azalea conspiratorially. "She is attractive, yes." "Have you mated with her?" inquired Reina. "I didn't think about sex so much before I met you two, so no." "Are you implying my presence has made you more licentious? I am a prim and proper lady," Reina contended with a haughty air. "Yes, properly allowing public access to your ass, you mean," Azalea giggled. "It was ONE time, under uncharacteristic circumstances," Reina huffed. Azalea flitted over to Reina's back and patted her rump. "We could make it two." Reina just snorted and flicked her tail. Descending the hill, the trio approached the main lodge. A large, burly man opened the front door as they approached, wiping his hands on a towel. Peering into the distance, he scratched his dark red beard, and his eyes lit up in recognition. "Hoi, young Devin! Good to see you're still kickin', and I see you found folk to kick it with!" he shouted. Devin circled the wagon, brought it to a halt, and jumped down. "I did. Some interesting events happened recently. I see you haven't overworked yourself to an early retirement yet." "Sometimes I feel like it. Hard to keep up with all the young'uns around here." "Did you finally hire more workers?" "Aye, a few temp workers, and only till the first snow. We weren't expecting you for a few more days." "The weather was favorable, and my horse had some additional assistance," Devin offered while gesturing to Reina. "Let me introduce you to my companions. This is Reina Virtsa and Azalea Ó Gallchobhair." Reina extended her front hoof and bowed while Azalea curtsied. "No need to be so formal. It's a pleasure meet'n both of ya's. Glad young Devin found traveling companions. It's said strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Wouldn't settle for anything less than two, eh?" he laughed, smacking Devin on the back. "As you probably already guessed, I'm Gylan Kiveläson, one of ten farming families in this valley. I manage this one with my wife 'n daughter. Unfortunately, my better half isn't here to greet you. She's over at the neighbor's, help'n set up a roost for some harpies. I'm not sure where that daughter of mine has wandered off to. "We haven't finished harvesting your order yet. We'll have you stay with us tonight, and we can load up the merchandise tomorrow afternoon." "Sorry to intrude like this," confessed Devin. Ruffling Devin's hair, Gavin countered, "Don't be silly, ma'boy! You're like the son I never had!" "Well, then, we'll be in your care." Gylan shielded his eyes from the sun. "Still sometime before sundown. Would your companions like a tour? We've made some changes since your last visit." "I'm intrigued. It sounds very educational," affirmed Reina. "Yes, yes! Show us everything!" exclaimed Azalea, landing on Gylan's shoulder. "Such energy and excitement makes me wish I was young again, little Azalea!" Gavin complained. "Nonsense! You look like you're in the prime of life!" "Plenty of work and being around youngsters like you keep this fifty-year-old going!" Unhitching Reina, Devin clasped her hand and followed Gylan. Gylan led his guests around, commenting here and there about the buildings and fields, what grew in each, and how they rotated crops. "You certainly employ many people, Mr. Kiveläson," Reina commented as she watched the various farm hands go about their duties. "We employ twenty-five demi-humans. Sixteen live here full time. The other eleven are temporary workers from other farms and help out if we are shorthanded at the end of the year." "You only employ satyrs and sheepmen?" she asked. "You could say we employ them, but we consider them more like family. Initially, we just planned to grow produce and grains, but shearing sheep-folk so often made us wonder if there was a market for their wool on this side of the kingdom. We asked young Devin to find out if there was a market for it. "It was challenging to find a buyer at first, but now, the demand for Gylan's 'all-natural sheep-girl' wool is in some demand. Townsfolk say it breathes better and is warmer than other textiles. We shear them around spring. Relieves them of their old coat, helps keep them cool during summer, and also gives them a chance to regrow it in time for winter. Additionally, we sell milk from the satyresses almost year-round. We make enough from the land's resources, so anything the girls produce is their own spending money to buy things they want during trips to town." "I bet they have a lot of fun when they do," commented Devin. "The hustle and bustle of Iceford is exciting to them. For me, it's just nostalgic. Would it surprise you to know I wasn't originally a farmer? We used to live in Iceford. I was a carpenter by trade, and my wife was a seamstress. I'm sure you all remember the drought fourteen years ago." "I do," recalled Devin. "Took a massive toll on everyone across the kingdom. Many parents starved to keep their children alive." His voice trailed off. "That they did, young Devin." "It affected many outlying demi-human tribes, as well," added Reina. "I remember being very hungry. My family's herd had to migrate much further than we normally did, and we had to ration a lot of food and water." Azalea included, "We fairies don't normally need to eat much, so food wasn't as much of an issue as finding water was." "That was the catalyst that motivated me to be a farmer; too many orphans. Broke ma'heart to see them homeless. Because the effects were so far felt, the local guilds offered a large incentive of money, seed, and building assistance to anyone who wanted to become farmers. I talked it over with the wife, and we decided to try our hand at it. "It took half a year till we were established enough to think we might be able to offer some orphans a home. We inquired at a few orphanages and were further encouraged when we learned that we'd receive a year-long monetary stipend for each orphan we adopted, so we did. They are all grown up now, and we consider them as our children; as my own blood-kin." "That was very noble of you, Mr. Kiveläson, to give them such an impressive establishment to call home," commended Reina. "Thank you. Can't say I can take much credit, though. I just acquired the land and built the buildings. They are the ones who turned it into a home." Gylan ended their tour at a building with a large, mossy waterwheel turning lazily in the river. He motioned toward the new-looking barn. "And now, for the biggest change we made. The wheel isn't new, but we did have to rebuild the main structure for our latest addition." Nearing the large double doors, they heard the clacking of something mechanical, punctuated with an occasional low moan, issued from within. Devin glanced at Azalea sitting on his shoulder, wringing her hands in unsuppressed excitement. Gylan opened one side of the double doors and ushered them inside. Gylan exclaimed proudly, "This, here, is the newest addition! Our automated milker!" The interior was spacious and well-ventilated. The wall to their left had neatly organized shelves with buckets, pails, drying racks, stools, crates, and several empty labeled jars. On the right side, extending along the length of the building and spotlighted by the afternoon sun shining down from windows in the ceiling, were seven waist-high, partitioned stalls. All but one contained an oddly-designed table. The far stall was slightly different, with a wall sectioning off the back half. The moaning they heard earlier came from a sheep-girl facing the visitors. Her walnut-colored dress was pulled over her back. She was bent over a table, lying on her arms, eyes closed, panting, and her face was the picture of pure bliss. Her backside was stuck through the wall and jostled quite energetically, making the ornamental jewelry gilded to her curled horns twinkle in the light. Next to the sheep-girl were three lively satyresses chatting, seemingly undisturbed by their noisy neighbor. They were positioned in a similar manner, except behind them loomed the large axle of the waterwheel. A series of gears and axles connected to it split and powered a piston system that was steadily and tirelessly plunging dildos into their backsides. Another set of gears went to a contraption housed in a wooden box under the tables. All the girls were chest-down on the tables, their milk-laden breasts snuggly cradled in glass containers, allowing a perfect view of their nipples expressing generous amounts of creamy milk into the jars below. "Good afternoon, girls. Look who's come to visit!" "Heya, Devin!" announced a grinning, tomboyish satyress with short orange-red hair and a lithe physique. Like all the satyrs on the farm, she had rectangular pupils and a pair of short, straight horns, angled in a slight 'V,' adorning her head. She was naked except for the coarse fur covering her legs and hips, an open-front vest, and a bell that clanged softly around her neck whenever she moved. "Hi, Cyna! You and your sisters are looking well." "We are! I finally became a milkmaid!" Cyna proclaimed. "I can see that. Congratulations!" "I turned eighteen this year, and Papa finally let me induce my milk! See? I've almost filled up two bottles already, and they threw a party for me, and Ryna ate so much she gained weight!" she rattled off excitedly, poking her plumper sister in the side. "That's not true!" Ryna denied it as she adjusted her glasses and fidgeted with her braided white hair. "Well, maybe a little. Momma and Ellyn make really good food, ok?" "Welcome back, Devin," drawled the oldest of the three, tucking strands of her long, black, wavy hair behind her ear, revealing a beauty mark under her eye. "Hello, Iryna! Are you doing alright? You looked a bit flushed." "I am. I got tested for affinity, and well; I got the lactation crest." She placed her hand on the mark pulsing on her lower belly. "Apparently, one of the potential side effects, besides a larger chest, is milking addiction. My nipples are so sensitive, and every squirt of milk feels like it's pumping a mini-orgasm out of me." Gylan patted Iryna's head. "That's why we added the pistons. At first, it was only one, but the other girls wanted to try it as well, so we installed the others." "But they are too slow," lamented Cyna. Azalea fluttered behind the three satyresses. "Wow, you can take two centaur dildos!?" "Took a lot of stretching, but yes, I love having both holes stuffed!" Cyna replied, wagging her stubby tail happily. "I know the feeling! When you cum, and there's so much in you for your body to spasm around; feels wonderful!" Azalea agreed. "But I see what you mean by too slow." Ryna lifted her ass, pushing back, so her human and satyr dildos reached just a bit deeper. "When there is a rainstorm, they move a little quicker. Cyna likes it fast and rough. She doesn't appreciate the subtle stimulation of edging." "Slamming my hips against a cock and having it bottom out gives me plenty of stimulation!" declared Cyna. "And a bruised cervix," Ryna smirked. Cyna reached back to push her clit down, so it rubbed against the centaur dildo sluggishly stretching her cunt. "Well, it's worth a little discomfort. Iryna knows what I mean." Iryna stretched her arms forward, reminding Devin of a cat stretching. "I like both, little Cyna, but right now, the speed is just right." she purred. Gylan scratched her ears. "Could you lift your belly up, Iryna, dear? I want to show Devin the table. The platform was designed with comfort in mind. The whole thing is padded. The front is wider, so it's more comfortable to lay flat while they get milked." "The back is narrow enough to straddle, and it's equipped with stirrups to adjust themselves as needed." Gylan put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. "Funny story how this came about. A troupe of dwarves came through here need'n some supplies. Thing is, they didn't have enough coin. After thinking for a bit on what to barter, a gruff member of their party asked, 'you produce milk here, yes?' I said we did. 'I could rig up yer water wheel to pump the milk for ya, but y'all have to get the actual pumping device elsewhere.' 'I know a goblin lass named Eitri who could craft one for ya,' suggested another. "Long story short, they built this contraption. One of them still needs a table and a pumping device, come to think of it." "I see two other holes. What are they for?" inquired Reina. "The smaller hole in the back is in case any of the males want a turn, and the large middle one is for―" A lusty moan interrupted Gylan. All eyes turned to the sheep-girl next to Iryna. A tall, stocky young woman in a gray dress and white apron, previously unnoticed due to being obstructed by the sheep-girl, stood up. "Sorry, everyone, I musta tweaked her nipple a bit too hard!" She held up a pail of milk and nodded to the last sheep-girl. "Since Da didn't introduce Priscilla, I'll do it. She is an exchange farmhand from the other side of the valley." Gylan's heavy-breasted daughter exited the stall, her flaming red hair fanning over her shoulders as she set the pail down. She closed the short distance and embraced Devin in a spine-cracking hug. The pillowy softness of her chest helped distract from the pain in his back. "Hi, Ellyn," Devin gasped. Ellyn loosened her grip and looked him up and down. "Are you eating enough? You're so scrawny despite being older than me." "I eat light when I'm on the road. I do try to keep myself in decent shape -- try being the key word." He hunched over, rubbing his back. She gave him a knowing glance. "Good thing you're staying the night. Gives me a chance to get some home cookin' in ya's before you go traipsing across the kingdom again." She pulled him into another hug, this time more gently. "It's good to see you again." "Likewise. Priscilla looks like she's havin' a time of it." "She is. the boys are quite feisty today, so she's getting a lot of attention." She motioned behind the wall. "Are you here for the usual merchandise?" "I am. The usual shipment of milk and wool. Oh, and Jeni wanted another special order." "I'll let Ailean know he's needed, and Erinnah decided she wanted to be sheared late this year, so we can ask her if she's ready. Don't tell her I said so, but I secretly think she was just waiting for you. Also, to answer your question, Reina, the medium hole is for the sheep-girls." Reina looked again and noticed Priscilla's sizable stomach. "She looks four or five months pregnant." "Looks like, yes, but there ain't no little'uns in 'er," Ellyn elaborated. "The breednial crest is what's makin'er belly so big. She also has the lactation crest to help increase her milk production. Sheep-girls produce far less milk than satyresses or holstaurs. However, their milk contains more fat and minerals, making it ideal for cheese-making. Not only her; all the sheep-girls have both." "As you've noticed, they have the side-effect of gettin' the girls all hot 'n bothered, especially the breednial crest. They wanted, or maybe I should say needed, something more; stimulating than a slow piston, so we built the back room. Gives the girls the satisfaction they crave, and the boys get to help out without risk of knockin'em up." "They won't let me have a turn, though, cause I don't have any affinity," huffed Cyna. "Interesting, but why does it make her belly large?" asked Devin. Before Ellyn could answer, a sudden thump, followed by a soft rustling sound, was heard from behind Reina. Everyone turned to see a young woman walking out of one of the hay piles, straw sticking out from all over her dark-green silver-trim cloak. "Speaking of our resident mage; Jyora, come over an' meet some old friends!" Gylan urged. "It's hard to work with so much noise in here, Mr. Kiveläson. That's why I requested my room up there." She annoyedly pointed to the loft. "Jyora, you do enough work for two people. You can relax a bit. Also, you can just call me Gylan." "Time is a precious thing, Mr. Kiveläson. I dislike laziness and prefer to make the most of my internship while I'm here, thank you." He shrugged. "Suit yourself." "Jyora is a soon-to-be graduate of Thawden Magic Academy," Ellyn explained. "She needed some hands-on experience in order to complete her schooling, so we hired her to check the workers for magic affinity. Our current arrangement is a bit tricky. Only Priscillia, Erinnah, Iryn, and Ailean have affinity, so she has to personally milk the other sheep-girls, on top of her other work, until she has fully trained them how to power and maintain the girls' crests." Jyora looked at them through a pair of pince-nez glasses with dispassionate brown eyes while holding her cloak closed with two dainty paws. Large fuzzy ears twitched as she shook free some of the straw still clinging to her head. She was a willowy girl with short fur covering certain parts of her body and tufts of fluffy fur around her ankles and right above her elbows. "What is she?" Devin whispered to Azalea. "I'm a descendant of the ratatoskr; with very good hearing, she answered. "I believe the less-imaginative call my kind squirrels." "Oh, sorry, it's nice to meet you, Miss Jyora. I'm Devin Ebonplume." Devin made the motion for a handshake, but Jyora just looked at it, bowing instead. "To answer your earlier question, Mr. Ebonplume, sheep-folk have an irrational fear of being sheared. Various methods to break them of this phobia have been attempted with mixed results -- from blindfolding to sleep-shearing. Some have even gone to more extreme attempts like using the fearousal crest, which causes the user to associate feelings of fear, hopelessness, and despair as a powerful aphrodisiac. Although, questions of safety and viability were called into question about that one." "Crests and glyphs have pros and cons. The more extreme the change in the user, the more severe the side effect. The side effect of the breednial crest was negligible compared to others, and for some even preferable as is the case with Priscillia exhibiting very little to-no responsive stimuli except from that which causes pleasure." "You're very knowledgeable, Miss Jyora. I wish we would have had someone at the fairy village like you to teach us. I'm sure most of my knowledge is outdated." "You've some knowledge on the subject?" Azalea pulled the top of her dress down a little revealing her lovecrest. Jyora adjusted her glasses and squinted. "You have quite the antique crest. I rarely see this one used anymore. Most users prefer them for a very specific purpose, mostly out of some necessity. Case in point, I invented the breednial crest." "You created it?! I've never met an actual crestsmith before!" "I don't think of myself as one as it's the only one I've crafted. Creating something brand new that hadn't existed is always daunting. For that reason, crestology and glyphology study is the pursuit of improving and bettering old methods. Most just modify what already exists, but a few pursue pushing the boundaries of what might be possible out of curiosity or necessity." "For my graduation project, I wanted to try tackling the problem of finding a way to cure the sheep-folk's idiosyncrasy. I postulated that, since humans and most demi-human species enter a relaxed state after orgasm, there must be a way to concentrate this state of mind to override their phobia. The problem, though, was how to concentrate it and what catalyst to use to attach it to." "The first clue came when I was attending a lecture on more sustainable methods for assisting harpies with egg production. After much trial and error, I eventually structured the breednial crest based on an oviparous, or egg-laying, demi-human's biological process. This crest only works on the female of their species, though. It's designed for whenever a sheep-girl mates with a male, and all the semen ejaculated into her womb will be enveloped into an egg-like structure made from the sheep-folk's bodies' higher calcium content. During the resolution phase, the post-orgasmic relaxation chemicals are released and siphoned into the egg, where it mixes with the semen. The side effect of this process is a near-constant orgasmic euphoria during the egg's formation since there is no decline process after orgasm.' "So, how does it help with alleviating their fear?" queried Devin. "Before we get to that," Ellyn interjected, suddenly appearing behind the little mage, "Jyora, dear, you only told a half-truth about yourself. Would you like to 'show' Devin and his friends more precisely what kind of squirrel you are?" Leaning in close to her ear, Ellyn threw in, "This is the perfect time to indulge in your little hobby to a brand new, unsuspecting audience who have no knowledge of the naughty little thing you like to do." Jyora frowned. Is she talking about what I think she's talking about? She flushed at the possibility. How did she find out? I thought I was discreet, or at least prudent, enough to make it look accidental. All eyes were fixed on Jyora, waiting to see what she'd do, which caused her paws to tremble. Ellyn, noticing her demeanor change, instantly hugged her to her chest. "Of course, you don't have to. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I know you're a very private person." Jyora knew Ellyn's intention wasn't to embarrass her or be malicious. Her "hobby," as she called it, was something that developed since she'd come to work on this farm. Its root cause stemmed from her work-driven personality. Her single-mindedness at completing a task tended to make her shirk aspects of her life: socializing, interpersonal relationships, and maintaining her health -- especially her sexual health. Those things took time away from study and research. She took pride in this aspect of herself. Yet lately, she felt she was missing out, seeing how the demi-humans, especially Ellyn, interacted with each other. That's why she began to admire the older farm girl. Ellyn was personable and liked by everyone. She genuinely cared about those around her. She managed her work with such an easy-going attitude and made sure everyone around her was as happy and healthy as they could be. Sometimes it was little things -- cooking meals, nursing someone when they fell sick, or just lending a sympathetic ear. Other times it was more intimate: fingering a satyress who needed some relief during milking because she was afraid to use the piston machine or giving a blowjob to a satyr who had trouble sleeping. Once, during the height of the demi-folk's mating season, when they were most distracted from work, she had even observed Ellyn servicing four of the farmhands at once. Jyora couldn't imagine herself, on hands and knees, back arched, simultaneously masturbating two satyrs in each hand while a sheep-man pounded her ass, all while also giving a sheep-girl cunnilingus. When confronted about it later, she said she only did that during that particular time of year, and it was more efficient than relieving them one at a time. Now, though, Jyora was here, in front of a small audience, and Ellyn was giving her a prime opportunity. She could take a step at loosening up and indulging in something that she had only just started dabbling in. With a placid expression and a quickening heart rate, she licked her lips and wiggled out of Ellyn's voluminous bosom. With excited trepidation, she slowly unclasped her hands and spread them wide for all to see. Several eyebrows shot up to realize, aside from her cloak and soft leather shoes, that she was completely naked. "Isn't her patagium a perfect backdrop for such a precious, cuddly body!?" Ellyn gushed. Everyone's eyes followed Ellyn's hands as they stroked and petted what she called the patagium -- the soft, thin, fur-covered skin connecting her wrists and ankles to both sides of her body like wings. "Little Jyora is a flying squirrel and, as I suspected, an exhibitionist. Unlike a regular ratatoskr, she's much more subdued. She's also much lighter and more suited to gliding than climbing. I am a little sad that her long, flat tail isn't curled and bushy." Ellyn seemed to be more animated than Devin was used to seeing. Like her father, she was usually very pragmatic and easy-going, but he'd have to add 'an avid fan of cute things' to his mental image of her. "So you didn't know she was an exhibitionist?" asked Reina. Ellyn smooshed her cheek against Jyora's, stroking her head. "I never caught her in the act; I'd only heard rumors. Given her no-nonsense attitude, I brushed it off as just that, but then I started hearing about more detailed incidents such as incidentally leaving her robe unbuttoned, allowing a sneak peek at her perky breasts." Jyora moaned as Ellyn flicked her hardening nipples. "Or when she 'accidentally' dropped something and coincidentally "forgot" to wear underclothes that day, giving Cyna a nice view of her cute, heart-shaped ass." "It's a very squeezable-looking ass," remarked Cyna with a suggestive smile. In response, Ellyn did precisely that, causing Jyora to squeak in surprise as Ellyn pinched her backside. "So you tricked her into thinking you knew she was an exhibitionist?" Reina submitted for clarification. "Maybe a little. I took this opportunity to find out for certain. I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just curious." "M'not an exhibitionist.," Jyora murmured. Her pride stung a little at being tricked into revealing herself. Despite already fully exposing herself, her pride wasn't quite ready to give in. "Maybe you were only toying with the idea earlier, but your gaze crests seem to imply you wanted to take it further at some point." Azalea pointed to Jyora's lower belly. Everyone, except Iryna, Priscilla, and Devin, had a blank look on their face. Below her navel was a simple (compared to Azalea's) heart-shaped womb crest with two jagged lines on either side and an upsidedown star at the base of the heart. "Only other crest or glyph users can see each other's crests." She explained. "What does the gaze crest do?" Devin asked. "It creates a vibrating sensation inside her when someone looks at her lustfully." Jyora suddenly sucked in her breath. Falling against Ellyn, she squeezed her thighs together as her crest pulsed to life. Rhythmic vibrations reverberated through the length and breadth of her vagina. "Oh, my! Another naughty secret you've been keeping from us." Ellyn cooed. Her finger wound across Jyora's flat belly to where she thought her crest might be. "Oh! I can feel the buzzing!" Her fingers circled the spot. "I bet it feels amazing." Ellyn wrapped her arms around Jyora's shoulders. "I wonder who it was who activated your crest. Are you wondering too? Is it exciting imagining someone having lewd thoughts about you, but who could it be? Should we try and guess!" "Hmm, dad only has eyes for mom, so it can't be him. Perhaps it's Reina! A queenly-looking lady such as herself might feel the need to spank some proper manners into such a lewd girl for revealing herself in public. Or perhaps it's Devin. Have you ever done it with a human before? The shape and thickness might be just the right fit to hit all the right places. Combined with your crest, you might just gush on the spot." "Perhaps it's me!" she said teasingly. "I know my way around a girl." She formed her fingers into 'V' and sultrily licked between them. "As you know, I have a lot of experience helping out everyone on the farm when they need it. Or it could be little Azalea. I bet those tiny hands and tongue would want to tease the pleasure out of even the tiniest nooks and crannies." Devin cast a suspicious glance at Azalea, who looked away, feigning innocence. Ellyn's syrupy words dripped like fuel onto Jyora's fire. Her growing arousal made her want Ellyn to take her and do whatever she wanted in front of everyone. Yet some tiny shred of pride remained, preventing her from coming out and asking for it. Perhaps she actually wanted Ellyn to fan her spark just a little more. "Should we maybe try to tease out what other secrets you might be keeping?" Ellyn hummed. She tried mustering herself, but only a meek, "You can try," came out. "I'm quite competent at deducing things about a person. Shall we start with your reason for wanting a room in the milking barn? You said you disliked interruptions earlier, but that's an odd statement considering how much noise there is in here. Between the gears and the girls moaning during milking, it's anything but quiet. I think maybe you have an alternative reason for wanting to stay here. Maybe, a little alone time on the table." Jyora's expression remained unreadable, but her body was about to betray her. A small bead of moisture glistened between her legs, alerting everyone to her current level of arousal. "I couldn't guess which hole you enjoy it in, maybe both, but I could venture a guess at what type and size toy you use. You're pretty petite, so the centaurs are out. Perhaps one from your own species? No, something tells me you like something more exotic. I'm going to guess a satyr. Maybe medium size?" Everyone's eyes returned to her cunt as if it were some lewd truth-telling machine. Sure enough, her body affirmed Ellyn's guess as more liquid rallied to her lower lips. Between Ellyn's sultry voice, the intense vibrations between her legs, the area above her hand-full-sized breasts flushed red, matching the color of her cheeks. Her clit and labia were fully swollen. In order to cum properly, though, she needed physical sensation to push her over the edge. "I wonder what your audience thinks of your little fetish." Jyora glanced around. Gylan had his arms crossed, seemingly amused by the whole affair. Reina's face didn't betray her emotions, but she did look like she was trying not to be too obvious rubbing up against one of the barn's support posts. Azalea had her hand under her dress, attempting to covertly masturbate. "You look like you are about ready. Who do you want to take you to bliss; or do you want to do it yourself?" Ellyn crooned. Jyora looked down. She felt vulnerable to be so horny and fully exposed in front of so many people. She imagined their eyes running over her body, lingering on her stiff nipples and the juices dripping down her thighs. At the same time, it felt liberating. Her body was doing the work of helping her open up in a way that she didn't anticipate, showing everyone how she felt without words. Tossing aside the last of her pride, she craned her neck to look into Ellyn's emerald eyes. Her unassuming attitude and gentle touch made her feel safe in this girl's arms; safe enough that she impulsively kissed her. "M'want you to," she mumbled. "Want me to what?" "I want you to give me an orgasm," Jyora pleaded. Ellyn smiled. "I'm more than happy to! Let's give them a good show. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of face you make when you cum." Supporting Jyora in one arm, she started trailing kisses down her neck while her other hand snaked down to her soaking slit. Ellyn slowly burrowed her fingers through her swollen folds, causing her to arch her back and push her hips into the much-needed sensation. After circling the entrance to her vagina several times, her fingers slid effortlessly into her juicy depths. The vibrations felt much stronger on the inside. "I'm a bit jealous that affinity users are able to enjoy such fun magic." With her fingers well-buried inside, Ellyn started to thrust them in and out while circling Jyora's stiff clit with her thumb, flicking it with every other cycle, sending little jolts coursing through her spasming body. Jyora had given all vestiges of control to Ellyn; she was her little plaything. She squirmed around the invasive digits, whimpering her need as the squelching from her cunt became louder. Ellyn paused, holding up her hand to show the audience how soaked Jyora was. She gave the juices running down her hand a quick taste before plunging her fingers back inside. Jyora's breathing came in ragged gasps as she leaned her head back into the crook of Ellyn's shoulder, locking eyes and hoping they conveyed how good she was feeling, how hungry she was, how much she needed this, and how happy she was Ellyn was giving her what she needed. Crooking her fingers, Ellyn searched out the special spot at the top of the vagina she hoped would push Jyora over the edge. She must have found it because Jyora suddenly bucked twice. Her eyes rolled back as her body spasmed, clenching hard around Ellyn's fingers. Ellyn felt a sudden gush of liquid over her hand and small ripples around her fingers, followed by two more jerks of her body before she finally collapsed. Ellyn caught her and hoisted the exhausted girl into a more manageable position. Then she rewarded herself by sucking the savory juices off her hand before giving the limp girl a kiss on the forehead. "You have such a cute, sleepy face after you orgasm! I wish I could snuggle with you right now, but I need to go process Priscilla's milk and help Da shear Erinnah for Devin. I'll lay you down in the hay pile you fell into earlier so you can rest a little." "Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it, Devin, my lad? Never a dull moment around here!" Gylan laughed. "Uh, ya, it was something." "I'm gonna go fetch Erinnah. I'll be back shortly." To be continued in part 5, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

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Tous les lundis 12h10 dans le Club Sandwich, Radio Acton met en lumière un artiste émergent et nous découvrons de nouveaux talents! Cette semaine, nous rencontrons Priscillia Quirion, une autrice, compositrice, interprète sans filtre et talentueuse qui nous présente sa chanson « Ils rêvent ». See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tous les lundis 12h10 dans le Club Sandwich, Radio Acton met en lumière un artiste émergent et nous découvrons de nouveaux talents! Cette semaine, nous rencontrons Priscillia Quirion, une autrice, compositrice, interprète sans filtre et talentueuse qui nous présente sa chanson « Ils rêvent ». See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join the ladies of The Dish as they discuss Priscillia's candid take on relationships, specifically her stance on dating individuals who don't contribute value to her life. Get ready for insightful commentary, relatable stories, and perhaps a few laughs as the ladies explore the dynamics of modern dating and the importance of meaningful connections. Don't miss out on the engaging discussion – it's time to dish!

Dans cette vidéo, je suis ravi de te présenter Priscillia Gissot, une photographe spécialisée en photographie thérapeutique depuis 14 ans. Priscillia partage avec nous son parcours unique, passant de la photographie de mariage à la photographie thérapeutique, et comment elle utilise cet discipline aujourd'hui pour aider ses clients à mieux se connaître et à se transformer.

Bienvenue dans la série Inspiration.  Avant d'être créatrice et hôte de deux émissions de podcast (Eclosion et Une graine Germe), je suis avant tout une très grande fan de podcast. J'en écoute un peu tout le temps et peut-être un peu trop… Mais tant pis car je m'inspire énormément, je me divertis et j'apprends énormément avec l'univers du podcast.  Avec cette nouvelle série Inspiration, je souhaite te partager mes belles découvertes.  Aujourd'hui, place à l'émission d'une personne que tu as déjà entendue à plusieurs reprises par ici et que j'apprécie beaucoup. La personne comme son travail, ses valeurs et ses convictions. Il s'agit de Priscillia Devaux. Tu ne le savais peut-être pas, mais Priscillia est également la créatrice et l'hôte d'un podcast qui se nomme : Nos Contributions. Une émission mettant en lumière des invités qui viennent raconter comment ils contribuent à leur manière à ce monde.  C'est avec son 16ème épisode : Transmettre, valoriser et booster dans la joie avec Sabine Keppenne, sophrologue et boosteuse d'ikigaï, que j'ai souhaité te faire découvrir son émission.  Si tu as apprécié cet épisode, n'hésite pas à t'abonner à son podcast et sache également que tu peux retrouver Priscillia sur Eclosion, dans l'épisode n°142 : Choisir c'est renoncer  et l'épisode n°150 : Changer de contraception : une transition en douceur de la pilule contraceptive à la symptothermie.   Un épisode très inspirant qui va te plaire, j'en suis certaine !  Belle écoute♥︎

Salut, salut !  L'heure des voyages bucoliques a enfin sonnée ! Mais attention à toi petit animal, Leatherface et sa famille rôdent. Et pour eux, c'est l'heure du diner qui a sonnée...   Mets tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de Slashtag Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur et ce mois-ci Priscillia nous mets en garde sur la surconsommation de protéines animales : c'est l'heure de Massacre à la tronçonneuse ! [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

Voici un sujet qui peut être délicat, mais aussi très important pour de nombreuses femmes : l'arrêt de la pilule contraceptive. C'est de plus en plus fréquent que je reçoive des questions et demandes d'accompagnement pour arrêter la prise d'une contraception hormonale. Mais souvent, il est très compliqué de savoir :  Comment arrêter sa pilule ?  Comment réaliser cette transition, qui est non des moindre dans la vie d'une femme ?  Quoi choisir comme alternative contraceptive sans hormone ?  Dans cet épisode, je reçois pour la deuxième fois Priscillia Devaux, Naturopathe et comptable à la fois, qui a elle-même décidé d'arrêter sa contraception hormonale. Et elle va nous expliquer par quoi elle est passée. Priscillia est aussi une professionnelle membre de l'Aménorrhée Académie. Elle m'a accompagnée dans la conception de ce programme, de cette communauté, de cette académie. Tu peux donc la retrouver dans l'annuaire disponible sur mon site internet, si tu désires être accompagnée par une naturopathe située dans le sud de la France, spécialisée sur les troubles du cycle, tels que l'aménorrhée.  Aujourd'hui, nous allons aborder avec Priscillia au travers de son témoignage : Les raisons pour lesquelles certaines femmes choisissent d'arrêter la pilule Les conséquences possibles sur leur corps et leur santé Ainsi que les différentes alternatives à la contraception hormonale qu'il existent.  Que tu envisages d'arrêter la pilule ou que tu cherches simplement à mieux comprendre ce sujet complexe, cet épisode est fait pour toi !  Belle écoute♥︎

Salut, salut !  Après moult péripéties et enregistrements maudits, on est de retour, là et bien là ! Et on fait chauffer le moteur fort, autant que le camion de Steven ! Mets tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de Slashtag Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur et ce mois-ci Johanna nous parle tunning et gros vroumvroum : c'est l'heure de Duel ! [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

✨Bienvenue sur cette minisérie consacrée à l'empowerment, en l'honneur des 2 ans du podcast ! ✨ Toute la semaine, je suis avec Priscillia Andrieu, coache pour la carrière des femmes, qui va vous transmettre ses meilleurs conseils coaching pour “mettre des paillettes dans votre carrière” ! Dans ce dernier épisode, je vous propose de vous interroger sur votre gestion du temps et de vos niveaux d'énergie. Comment se lancer dans un nouveau projet sans s'épuiser ? Comment éviter le surmenage et rester maître de son agenda ? Comment mieux utiliser son temps et prioriser ? L'exercice coaching du jour :  - Etablir ses priorités. Pour suivre Priscillia Andrieu sur les réseaux sociaux :  - Sur Instagram  - Sur LinkedIn  - Sur son blog et télécharger les ressources gratuites  

✨Bienvenue sur cette minisérie consacrée à l'empowerment, en l'honneur des 2 ans du podcast ! ✨ Toute la semaine, je suis avec Priscillia Andrieu, coache pour la carrière des femmes, qui va vous transmettre ses meilleurs conseils coaching pour “mettre des paillettes dans votre carrière” ! Dans cet épisode, je vous invite à réfléchir à votre posture. Est-elle en accord avec vos objectifs et vos motivations profondes ? Quelles valeurs souhaitez-vous incarner et diffuser ?  Comment adopter un leadership qui VOUS ressemble en vous émancipant du regard des autres ? On commence cet épisode en discutant des exemples alternatifs du pouvoir proposés parJacinda Ardern (ex-Première Ministre de Nouvelle-Zélande) et Nicolas Sturgeon (ex-Première Ministre d'Ecosse), qui ont récemment démissionné de leurs fonction en expliquant qu'elles n'avaient plus suffisamment d'énergie. L'exercice coaching du jour :   - La règle des "pourquoi?" ; - Le journal. Référence de l'épisode :  - Jacinda Ardern ;  - Nicolas Sturgeon. Pour suivre Priscillia Andrieu sur les réseaux sociaux :  - Sur Instagram  - Sur LinkedIn  - Sur son blog et télécharger les ressources gratuites   

✨Bienvenue sur cette minisérie consacrée à l'empowerment, en l'honneur des 2 ans du podcast ! ✨ Toute la semaine, je suis avec Priscillia Andrieu, coache pour la carrière des femmes, qui va vous transmettre ses meilleurs conseils coaching pour “mettre des paillettes dans votre carrière” ! Dans cet épisode, on évoque l'importance de cultiver son réseau. Pourquoi les femmes ont tendance à moins networker que les hommes ? Comment bien choisir son réseau ? Comment se sentir à l'aise en networking et trouver le style de réseautage qui vous ressemble ? L'exercice coaching du jour :   - Osez l'authenticité. Référence de l'épisode :  - Brené Brown, Dépasser la honte Pour suivre Priscillia Andrieu sur les réseaux sociaux :  - Sur Instagram  - Sur LinkedIn  - Sur son blog et télécharger les ressources gratuites  

✨Bienvenue sur cette minisérie consacrée à l'empowerment, en l'honneur des 2 ans du podcast ! ✨ Toute la semaine, je suis avec Priscillia Andrieu, coache pour la carrière des femmes, qui va vous transmettre ses meilleurs conseils coaching pour “mettre des paillettes dans votre carrière” ! Dans cet épisode, on évoque le fameux syndrome de l'impostrice, nos fausses croyances et l'importance de cultiver des rôles-modèles accessibles.  De cet échange, je retiens une question de fond : "Est-ce que vos croyances vous servent ?" L'exercice coaching du jour :   - Identifier sa "pain on top of pain". Pour suivre Priscillia Andrieu sur les réseaux sociaux :  - Sur Instagram  - Sur LinkedIn  - Sur son blog et télécharger les ressources gratuites   

✨Bienvenue sur cette mini-série consacrée à l'empowerment, en l'honneur des 2 ans du podcast ! ✨ Toute la semaine, je suis avec Priscillia Andrieu, coache pour la carrière des femmes, qui va vous transmettre ses meilleurs conseils coaching pour “mettre des paillettes dans votre carrière” ! Dans cet épisode, on évoque la tendance au perfectionnisme, la peur de l'échec et la maturité émotionnelle. Priscillia vous donne les clés pour surmonter vos blocages et dépasser les peurs qui freinent votre évolution.  Les exercices coaching du jour :   - La règle des 5% ; - Le scénario du pire du pire. Référence de l'épisode :  - "Les vertues de l'échec" de Charles Pépin  Pour suivre Priscillia Andrieu sur les réseaux sociaux :  - Sur Instagram  - Sur LinkedIn  - Sur son blog  

Je suis ravie d'accueillir au micro Priscillia.  Priscillia c'est LA Comptable Naturo. Une jeune femme que j'ai rencontrée grâce au monde virtuel et nous avons rendu réelle notre relation. Au programme de cet épisode :  Nous discutons de sa reconversion professionnelle et de ce qui l'a motivé à réaliser ce revirement de situation dans sa vie.  Mais également de ce qu'elle a fait évoluer dans sa vie pour mieux vivre avec le syndrome du côlon irritable. Comment aborde-t-elle ses différentes casquettes sans être submergée et risquer de finir en burn out.  Puis, nous abordons ensemble des sujets plus perchés disons comme la peur de ne pas faire ce qu'il faut, la peur du temps qui passe, le regret ou encore les notions d'échec et de réussite.  Bref, un programme varié et passionnant. Sans plus tarder je te laisse rejoindre ma conversation avec Priscillia. Belle écoute♥︎ ------------------------------- Pour me contacter : https://hygiene2vie.fr/contactez-votre-coach-naturopathe-hygiene-2-vie/   Recevoir la Lettre mensuelle d'Hygiene2Vie : https://hygiene2vie.fr/lettrehygiene2vie/  Pour me soutenir : https://fr.tipeee.com/hygiene2vie

Cette semaine, Fill'Expats t'emmène découvrir une application qui révolutionne l'entraide féminine. T'es-tu déjà retrouvée en sensation d'insécurité chez toi ou à l'extérieur? As-tu eu la volonté de contacter un.e ami.e ? Alors, voici The Sorority. The Sorority a été créé par Priscillia, parisienne de 35 ans. Priscillia a grandit en région parisienne, puis durant ses études post-secondaires, elle a choisi des voies qui l'emmènent vers l'international. Elle choisit une école de commerce pour faire une année aux États-Unis.  Pendant cette année sur le continent Américain, l'économie américaine n'est pas fructueuse pour trouver un emploi, encore moins pour une personne non citoyenne du pays. Elle rentre donc en France et décroche un premier emploi qui l'amènera malheureusement au burn-out.  Ensuite, elle se relève pour trouver un deuxième emploi et la même histoire se répète. Pendant sa réhabilitation, elle tombe sur un docteur qui comprend son mal-être d'emblée, et sans jugements. Elle a un déclic : c'est tellement puissant de se sentir comprise, sans devoir se justifier et sans ressentir de regards critiques ou conclusions hâtives erronées.  L'idée de développer une application autour de ce ressenti fleurit. Elle prend le temps de chercher des contacts et de peaufiner l'idée. En seulement un mois, l'application est mise en ligne. L'inscription est gratuite et il faut entrer ses informations personnelles. À noter qu'une vérification sur l'identité de la personne sera faite, puis toutes informations personnelles non nécessaires seront supprimées afin de répondre aux exigences du règlement européen sur la protection des données personnelles (RGPD). Le principe est dès qu'une femme se sent en situation d'insécurité ou de violence (chez soi, dans la rue, dans un parking…) se rend sur l'application et appuie sur un bouton pour sonner l'alerte. Toutes les 50 personnes à proximité, vont recevoir la notification et pourront prendre contact avec elle pour lui venir en aide.  Une astuce sur comment réagir lorsqu'on reçoit une alerte sur son téléphone : contacter le numéro des autorités du pays, avoir l'adresse de la personne qui a activé l'alerte, et au besoin, se rendre sur place accompagnée. Le fait de se rendre en groupe à de fortes chances de stopper l'agression. L'application The Sorority  est sur les stores depuis 2020, elle est gratuite et disponible à travers le monde. ---------------------------------------  

In today's episode, the NWS team has a conversation with Priscillia Kounkou Hoveyda about Iran & The Fight for justice.Priscillia is the founder and creative director of Collective for Black Iranians, a Human Rights Lawyer and Filmmaker based in West Africa.Listeners can support our work & the production of this podcast by signing up through Patreon.Connect with us on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.You can also find us on our personal IG accounts:Alaso Olivia Patience - @olivia.risesLubega Wendy - @lubegawendyRwothomio Gabriel - @the.nilotic.1 Support the show

Salut, salut !  T'as pas entendu Carol Anne nous annoncer ? Le Slashcrew revient ! Le Slascrew est là !  Mets tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de Slashtag Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur et ce mois-ci Priscillia a décidé de nous parler de Poltergeist, le film fantôme de Spielberg, ou de Hooper enfin on sait pas, on hésite ! [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

Tick or Treating on Ghost Lane

Salut, salut !  Ce mois-ci c'est Priscillia qui essaye enfin de mettre tout le monde d'accord avec Hérédité de Ari Aster.  Glisse tes écouteurs sur tes oreilles, installe toi confortablement, on t'emmène rencontrer une famille en or avec Slashtag Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur !  [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

Priscillia nous parle ici de l'amour naissant entre deux êtres : une bulle de poésie tout en douceur, comme on les aime.N'hésite pas à me contacter si tu souhaites également participer et lire un de tes textes !--------Si tu as aimé cet épisode, laisse une note et/ou un commentaire sur Apple Podcast ou Spotify, ça m'aide beaucoup !Dans le podcast  la Voix des Mots, je te partage mon expérience d'autrice ainsi que mes échanges avec des écrivains et professionnels de l'autoédition et de l'édition. Et parce que la poésie occupe une part importante de ma vie, tu pourras aussi écouter des poètes et poétesses te partager leurs textes. Une belle invitation au voyage, non ?✨ Retrouve sur mon site, tes outils pour écrire ou teste un atelier d'écriture et de méditation pour booster ta créativité✨ Rejoins la newsletter l'Essentiel, ou suis-moi sur Instagram, pour découvrir mes textes en avant-première. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit mahunapoesie.substack.com

In this interview I speak with Priscillia Barre. Priscillia is a talented artist, author and storyteller from France. With her spiritual and creative work, she supports children from different cultures and nations to develop their creativity and spirituality and to live freely. After reading the “Ringing Cedars of Russia”, Priscillia received prophetic dreams and visions from Anastasia to become a storyteller and to work with children. Priscillia is a great role model and guide for children from all over the world. With her book "Meduse" she inspires them on their personal and spiritual journey. You can contact Priscillia: priscilliastria8@gmail.com More about her work and her book:    / @astriapriscillia...   Médusa et les serpents: Arc 1 : Prêtresse https://www.amazon.fr/dp/2958169405/r...

Joie de la rencontre 2022-03-30 Priscillia by Radio Maria France

Priscillia est Consultante en marketing digital et SEO.  Avec 15 ans d'expérience en marketing et communication dans des grands groupes tels que Krys Group, Audika ou encore Honda, elle met ses compétences et ses connaissances au service des indépendants. Elle accompagne les entrepreneurs et les entreprises en croissance pour les rendre plus visibles sur Internet et attirer les clients grâce au référencement naturel et au marketing de contenu et est spécialisée dans la filière équine ! Elle a, entre autres, créé un programme d'accompagnement individuel sur 3 mois qui aide les entrepreneurs débutants à devenir autonome dans leur communication. ⚡ Bonne écoute

The Black experience in Iran - we find out what it means to be proudly "Siyah" in the Middle East.  Hosted by: Sebabatso Manoeli Guest: Priscillia Kounkou Hoveyda Special thanks to: Laetitia Mbuli, Modupeola Oyebolu, Nigel Richard, Anna Luiza Braga, Daryl Hannah, Sidney Scott. Produced by: The Good People at Between Productions Website: MOYA

Mr. Buttons Magical Valentine's Adventure ~The Secret Pal ~Mr. Button's and his toy friends Mr. Benedict the toy soldier, Bugatti the Italian Bunny, ZZ the Rocking Horse and Priscillia the Victorian doll make their boy owner Riley a big Valentine's day card. They make cupcakes and romance about love. They each tell a story of falling in love and we find out Priscillia has never been in love yet. Mr. Buttons takes his toy friends to Venice Italy on a romantic adventure. When they arrive back they each have a card from a secret pal. Who is the secret pal? A Top 1% global kids podcast! Subscribe & download the pod for more fun stuff ;) Check out our cool merchandise :) https://enchantedbooks.godaddysites.com/ :) :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/sneakies :) Support :) https://www.paypal.me/anonymouscontent Subscribe :) https://www.youtube.com/user/Fellinijr/videos Subscribe :) https://tinyurl.com/5h6xkwp9 Check out fun videos for kids at Storytime Fun! at YouTube Kids featuring world famous The Stinks! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xNo2VACSGg Enjoy our books at Amazon :) Thank you! Skip Boots Big Safari Adventure https://www.amazon.com/Skip-Boots-Big-Safari-Adventure/dp/1729091547 *Jack the Bear and Golden Hair * https://www.amazon.com/Jack-Bear-Golden-StorytellerUK2017-Adventures-ebook/dp/B010E479GE Adventures of Mooch the Pooch by Sir Herbert Sneakies https://www.amazon.com/Mooch-Pooch-Adventures-ebook/dp/B01LR86FK2 Blueber Goober the Monster In My Closet! https://www.amazon.com/Blueber-Goober-Monster-My-Closet-ebook/dp/B01LW1VMPQ/ Middel grade Wizard book series! Fabulous-you'll love it! Margaret Merlin's Journal The Battle of The Black Witch Book 1 a cool wizard seiries. https://www.amazon.com/Margaret-Merlins-Journal-Battle-Black-ebook/dp/B01634G3CK Please Subscribe to our YouTube:) Channel :) Storytime Fun! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCNwYcOSlx3rMRBfSuNrzPg?sub_confirmation=1 https://www.youtube.com/user/Fellinijr/videos Thank you!!! Public Commons music fair use. Music: Kevin Macleod

Salut, salut !  Alors comme ça tu pensais qu'on allait te laisser tranquille avec les slashers des années 2000 ?  Détrompe-toi, la case "Scream" est enfin cochée sur le bingo Slashtag ! Et ce mois-ci c'est Priscillia qui en est à l'origine...  Branche tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de SlashtagBobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur !  [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

Les voyageurs de cet épisode #3 de la saison 2 de Voyage sans Ailes, parcourent le monde à vélo, à la voile et à pied Blandine termine son challenge Sea to Peak réalisé en 13 jours. Une épreuve d'ultra distance tout terrain sans assistance en mode bikepacking. Plus de 2000 km de la pointe bretonne aux Alpes. Blandine raconte son défi et évoque la cagnotte pour Victorine, une jeune fille atteinte d'une tumeur cérébrale, qu'elle  a lancé. Pour la suivre @encyclelibre Kelly a pris une dispo de 4 années pour voyager. Après l'Inde et l'Australie, elle rencontre Francesco avec qui ils traversent  l'Asie avant de faire du bateau-stop jusqu'en Polynésie. De retour, elle écrit le récit de son voyage. Pour la suivre @kellaventure.auteure Priscillia a une passion : le voyage en stop . Participé à la Mad Jacques Stop était donc, pour elle, une évidence. Elle  a d'ailleurs remporté le prix du plus beau costume de l'édition 202 après avoir traversé la France, déguisée, entre Paris et Chénier dans la Creuse. Priscillia réunit ses impressions dans des journaux de voyages. Elle dans cette émission, ses rencontres let notamment celles d'artisans en voyage. Pour en savoir plus @jool_officiel Thomas a rejoint l'initiateur de l'Hexatrek. Il s'agit de la plus longue randonnée de France. Un itinéraire de 3000 km qui relie 47 GR.  Il va l'expérimenter du nord au sud. Il réalisera des interviews des locaux et des acteurs du territoire. Pour en savoir plus @cartapouille @hexatrek Soutenez-nous !

Harcèlement, violences, viols… les femmes et minorités de genre sont trop souvent victimes et la sororité est plus importante que jamais.Suite à son second burn-out et l'arrêt de son médecin, Priscillia Routier Trillard a créé l'application The Sorority, qui vise à favoriser l'entraide entre les femmes. Elle est La Première Application Bienveillante de Protection, d'Entraide et de Partage entre toutes les Femmes et les personnes issues des minorités de genre.Cette application a été conçue :- Pour que la sécurité des femmes et des minorités de genre soit assurée,- Que les féminicides cessent,- Que les harcèlements prennent fin,- Que l'on mette un terme aux agressions et violences sexistes et sexuelles en tout genre,- Que les inégalités se réduisent,- Que la Charge Mentale, le Plafond de Verre ou encore le Syndrome de l'Imposteur s'effacent petit à petit,- Que la confiance en soi et la prise d'initiative animent aujourd'hui chaque femme et personne issue des minorités de genre,- Qu'on ose réaliser nos rêves, entreprendre et s'épanouir pleinement,- Que l'on exploite enfin notre plein Potentiel.Cette application est mise à la disposition de touxtes. Accessible à tout moment. Partout. Gratuitement.Avec Priscillia, nous avons parlé des notions de peur et de risques lorsque l'on est une femme.Nous avons également parlé de ses deux burn-out et de son déclic pour créer l'application The Sorority. Une fois l'idée en tête, celle-ci constitue rapidement son équipe composée d'une graphiste et de deux développeurs.Enfin, Priscillia nous explique ses outils pour garder un bon équilibre pro-perso lorsqu'on lance sa boite sur un sujet aussi sensible et après deux burn-out.Tous les liens pour retrouver Priscillia :- Son site : https://www.jointhesorority.com/Dans le podcast, nous avons notamment parlé :- Du livre Ame de sorcière — Ou la magie du féminin d'Odile Chabrillac : https://livre.fnac.com/a10818294/Odile-Chabrillac-Ame-de-sorciere-Ou-la-magie-du-feminin- De l'Institut de naturopathie Humaniste fondé par Odile Chabrillac  - De la vidéo  «Ni Putes Ni Soumises» contre le harcèlement de rue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjDaJQEevPU&feature=emb_title- Du livre La méthode de jeûne intermittent de JB Rives : https://livre.fnac.com/a10171089/JB-Rives-Le-Fasting-La-methode-de-jeune-intermittent-ultra-efficace-pour-perdre-du-poids-et-vivre-longtemps Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Salut, salut !  Alors comme ça t'as cru qu'on allait pas dégainer notre place de ciné pour aller voir Sans un bruit 2 ?  Détrompe toi et branche tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de SlashtagBobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur ! Et ce mois-ci c'est Priscillia qui revient pour nous donner des nouvelles de Super-Papa et Super-Maman !  [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]  

Malcolm, Jude, JB et Willem sont quatre colocataires à l'université. Pendant trente ans, ils vont vivre ensemble, se perdre de vue, se chérir et se détester. Jude, le mystérieux, souffre d'un mal qui le ronge. Mais pourquoi est-il entouré par la mort? Pourquoi ses amis l'empêchent-ils de mourir, encore et encore? Jusqu'où peuvent-ils endurer la souffrance, la leur comme celles des autres? Cette question de l'empathie, Hanya Yanagihara en fait le centre de son roman, Une vie comme les autres. Priscillia n'aurait jamais pensé s'interroger sur la souffrance aussi vite, aussi jeune. Aurait-elle dû s'accorder le droit de soulager des douleurs qui ne sont pas les siennes? L'histoire de Priscillia a été racontée au micro de Nina Pareja. Suivez Slate Podcasts sur Facebook et Instagram (retrouvez-y aussi le compte de Transfert). Pour échanger et découvrir de nouveaux podcasts, rejoignez le Slate Podcast Club sur Facebook. Ce 156e épisode de Transfert a été produit et réalisé par Slate.fr, sous la direction de Christophe Carron et Benjamin Saeptem Hours. Production éditoriale: Sarah Koskievic Réalisation: Nina Pareja Mix: Camille Legras Montage final: Aurélie Rodrigues Musiques: «Isolated» - Gedanken / «Planet» - Infraction / «Beautiful Oblivion» - Scott Buckley Raconter son histoire à Transfert: transfert@slate.fr

Malcolm, Jude, JB et Willem sont quatre colocataires à l'université. Pendant trente ans, ils vont vivre ensemble, se perdre de vue, se chérir et se détester. Jude, le mystérieux, souffre d'un mal qui le ronge. Mais pourquoi est-il entouré par la mort? Pourquoi ses amis l'empêchent-ils de mourir, encore et encore? Jusqu'où peuvent-ils endurer la souffrance, la leur comme celles des autres? Cette question de l'empathie, Hanya Yanagihara en fait le centre de son roman, Une vie comme les autres. Priscillia n'aurait jamais pensé s'interroger sur la souffrance aussi vite, aussi jeune. Aurait-elle dû s'accorder le droit de soulager des douleurs qui ne sont pas les siennes? L'histoire de Priscillia a été racontée au micro de Nina Pareja. Suivez Slate Podcasts sur Facebook et Instagram (retrouvez-y aussi le compte de Transfert). Pour échanger et découvrir de nouveaux podcasts, rejoignez le Slate Podcast Club sur Facebook. Ce 156e épisode de Transfert a été produit et réalisé par Slate.fr, sous la direction de Christophe Carron et Benjamin Saeptem Hours. Production éditoriale: Sarah Koskievic Réalisation: Nina Pareja Mix: Camille Legras Montage final: Aurélie Rodrigues Musiques: «Isolated» - Gedanken / «Planet» - Infraction / «Beautiful Oblivion» - Scott Buckley Raconter son histoire à Transfert: transfert@slate.fr

L'entrepreneuriat social est le fait de créer un business qui a pour but de régler un problème à dimension humanitaire : venir en aide aux personnes, aux animaux ou encore à la préservation de la nature. Le "pourquoi" de ces entrepreneurs va bien plus loin que le simple fait de vouloir être son propre boss et être libre. Mais, je ne dis pas qu'il faut impérativement être entrepreneur social pour valider son business, c'est juste une autre forme d'entrepreneuriat et qui, je dois le dire, m'impressionne beaucoup. Je suis admirative de ces personnes qui sont animées et passionnées par une cause. Dans cet épisode, on découvrira le parcours de Priscilla dans l'entrepreneuriat social avec l'application The Sorority et la manière dont elle s'est prise pour créer un tel projet, et surtout, comment gagner sa vie avec.

Our season finale drops tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who has listened and shared the podcast. We close out the season with an episode with Priscillia. Priscillia is currently working on her thesis to close out her Masters in Psychology journey. Priscillia plans to get a doctorate degree in Clinical Psychology in the very near future. The theme of our conversation was academia. We discussed Priscillia's academic background as well as the difficulties and realities of being a black woman in academia.

Digging deep into the heart of a matter comes second-nature to Priscillia. It’s one of the reasons why she advocates for exploring the character of an individual, rather than merely stopping at their name. Listen as she shares her perspective, sprinkled with personal experiences and biblical anecdotes.    If you’re interested in sharing your name-story, please do drop us an email: noshameinmynamepod@gmail.com.    We’re also on Instagram too! Follow us @noshameinmynamepod.  

durée : 00:49:52 - Meitat chen, meitat porc - France Bleu Périgord - Priscillia Gil professeure d'Occitan en école bilingue à Béziers, lors du 1er confinement elle a décidé de créer sa propre marque de vêtements et d'accessoires "Qu'es Aquò Couture"

C'est avec beaucoup de bonne humeur que j'accueille Gwenn et Priscillia, des deux fondatrices de SHIROMILLA; qui propose des services d'accompagnement au niveau des réseaux sociaux, de site web, de création de contenu, et de création de logo.  Gwenn et Priscillia ont deux profils très différents et pourtant si complémentaires. Après deux parcours individuels qu'elles abordent en début d'épisode, leur rencontre a marqué le commencement de leur aventure à deux. La discussion que j'ai eu avec mes deux invitées a énormément tourné autour du fait d'oser se lancer et de la confiance en soi. On parle également de l'importance de créer un storytelling honnête afin de réussir sur les réseaux sociaux. On parle aussi de la vente en ligne, notamment sur instagram.  Les liens de l'épisode :  Tu peux retrouver SHIROMILLA sur Instagram, le site web, ou sur Youtube.  Tu peux soutenir le podcast en suivant sa page Instagram ou Linkedin. N'hésite pas à partager tes épisodes préférés, noter le podcast, ou tout simplement t'abonner.  Merci et bonne écoute !

Entretien hors format avec Priscillia Routier Trillard, lors d'une veille numérique pour la formation Descodeuses, consacrée à son application THE SORORITY. " Que les Inégalités se réduisent, Que la Charge Mentale, le Plafond de Verre ou encore le Syndrome de l’Imposteur s’effacent petit à petit, Que la Confiance en Soi et la Prise d'Initiative animent chaque femme d'aujourd'hui. Qu'on ose Réaliser nos Rêves, Entreprendre et s'Épanouir pleinement. Que l'on exploite enfin notre plein Potentiel. Pour le bien de Toutes et de Tous. Malgré les multiples actions menées à ce jour, ces sujets persistent. La solution doit passer par des Actions Collectives de Chacune et de Chacun. Partout. Tous les jours.Par l'activation de notre Sororité." ENSEMBLE. PARTOUT. TOUT LE TEMPS. 

Focus en compagnie de Priscillia PETITJEAN sur les Ateliers de l'Audace. Association qui permet l'insertion de femmes et d'hommes, au travers d'un atelier de renovation et reparation de vélos. Une réussite après 1 an d'activité

 Bienvenue dans ce nouvel épisode de Biz-podcast le podcast qui t'aide à avoir un Mindset de conquérante pour te lancer sereinement dans tes projets.  Aujourd'hui j'ai invité deux expertes en communication digitale, Gwenn et priscillia nous partage leurs conseils et astuces pour entreprendre sur internet sans avoir peur et en osant être soi même. On parle de concurrence, d'erreurs de débutants, de difficultés à se lancer !   Le business Planner ULTIME 2021 : https://safaaetoi.fr/1231-2/ Le super Workbook sur la confiance en soi : https://safaaetoi.fr/1231-2/ Mon site internet : https://safaaetoi.fr/ Ma chaine youtube : https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=safaaetoi Mon Instagram Business : https://www.instagram.com/safaaetoi_coaching/?hl=fr Mes invités Gwenn et Priscillia fondatrices de Shiromilla :  Instagram : @Shiromilla : https://www.instagram.com/shiromilla.pro/?hl=fr Site internet : https://www.shiromilla.com/nos-offres  Audit instagram : https://www.shiromilla.com/coachingdigital Si tu as apprécié cet épisode, je t'invite à laisser une note et un commentaire sur iTunes, Apple Podcast ou ta plateforme d'écoute ! Cela aide d'autres personnes à découvrir le podcast ! 

Salut, salut !  Après une pause en temps de covid, on te propose notre premier épisode de l'année !  Et c'est Priscillia au micro, qui a choisi Le secret des Marrowbone pour ce début d'année.  Branche tes écouteurs, c'est l'heure de SlashtagBobine, le podcast qui t'emmène voyager au payx des films d'horreurs !   [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir] 

In 2001, Priscillia Ciatti was a sweet, beautiful, 14 year old girl who many say went out of her way to help others. That's why when Priscillia was found stabbed to death over fifty times, police couldn't even begin to make sense of her murder. Nobody knew how twisted the story was about to become. Social media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/alwaystimefortruecrime/Twitter: https://twitter.com/ATFTCPodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlwaysTimeForTrueCrimeDiscussion Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/739109130161161Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AlwaystimefortruecrimeYou can find my sources here: https://alwaystimefortruecrimepodcast.wordpress.com/2021/01/26/the-murder-of-priscillia-ciatti/

Harcèlement, violences, viols… les femmes et minorités de genre sont trop souvent victimes et la sororité est plus importante que jamais.Suite à son second burn-out et l'arrêt de son médecin, Priscillia Routier Trillard a créé l'application The Sorority, qui vise à favoriser l'entraide entre les femmes. Elle est La Première Application Bienveillante de Protection, d'Entraide et de Partage entre toutes les Femmes et les personnes issues des minorités de genre. Cette application a été conçue :- Pour que la sécurité des femmes et des minorités de genre soit assurée,- Que les féminicides cessent,- Que les harcèlements prennent fin,- Que l'on mette un terme aux agressions et violences sexistes et sexuelles en tout genre,- Que les inégalités se réduisent,- Que la Charge Mentale, le Plafond de Verre ou encore le Syndrome de l'Imposteur s'effacent petit à petit,- Que la confiance en soi et la prise d'initiative animent aujourd'hui chaque femme et personne issue des minorités de genre,- Qu'on ose réaliser nos rêves, entreprendre et s'épanouir pleinement,- Que l'on exploite enfin notre plein Potentiel,Cette application est mise à la disposition de touxtes. Accessible à tout moment. Partout. Gratuitement.Avec Priscillia, nous avons parlé des notions de peur et de risques lorsque l'on est une femme.Nous avons également parlé de ses deux burn-out et de son déclic pour créer l'application The Sorority. Une fois l'idée en tête, celle-ci constitue rapidement son équipe composée d'une graphiste et de deux développeurs.Celle-ci fait un premier crowdfunding et peut lancer officiellement l'application sur Android et iOS dans toutes les villes de France. Elle nous explique toutes les fonctionnalités de l'app et ses projets grâce à l'ouverture de son second crowdfunding disponible sur ce lien : https://www.kisskissbankbank.com/fr/projects/the-sorority-la-suiteEnfin, Priscillia nous explique ses outils pour garder un bon équilibre pro-perso lorsqu'on lance sa boite sur un sujet aussi sensible et après deux burn-out.Tous les liens pour retrouver Priscillia :Son site : https://www.jointhesorority.com/Dans le podcast, nous avons notamment parlé :- Du livre Ame de sorcière — Ou la magie du féminin d'Odile Chabrillac : https://livre.fnac.com/a10818294/Odile-Chabrillac-Ame-de-sorciere-Ou-la-magie-du-feminin- De l'Institut de naturopathie Humaniste fondé par Odile Chabrillac  - De la vidéo  «Ni Putes Ni Soumises» contre le harcèlement de rue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjDaJQEevPU&feature=emb_title- Du livre La méthode de jeûne intermittent de JB Rives : https://livre.fnac.com/a10171089/JB-Rives-Le-Fasting-La-methode-de-jeune-intermittent-ultra-efficace-pour-perdre-du-poids-et-vivre-longtemps- De ma formation podcast : https://laurapouliquen.teachable.com/ Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

3 novembre 2020 – Des infirmières sortent de l’ombre et témoignent de l’état du réseau des soins au Québec… Nos dirigeants sont-ils conscients de ce qui se passe réellement sur le terrain? Nous parlons également avec deux femmes, Priscillia et Viviane, qui ont abandonné le réseau pour devenir routières! Finalement, Benoit Therrien et Pascal Gaudet... The post 3 novembre 2020 – Des infirmières témoignent de l’état du réseau, et d’autres l’abandonnent pour devenir routières! appeared first on Podcasts.

Salut, salut ! En cette nuit un peu spéciale, on a décidé d'aborder un genre particulier du film d'horreur : le slasher.  Et pour cet épisode hors-série, c'est Priscillia qui prend le micro. Branche tes écouteurs : c'est parti pour   Slash#Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur !   [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]

Priscillia Kounkou Hoveyda’s office is a war zone, she goes to meet warlords and military commanders to persuade them to release the children in their ranks and from prisons. And it’s not always just the military leaders who need convincing, sometimes the children are too afraid to leave, so she often shares her own story of growing up as a Congolese Iranian during the violence of the Iran-Iraq war. Priscillia is a human rights lawyer and the co-founder of the Collective for Black Iranians, a not-for-profit organisation with the mission to represent Black and Afro-Iranians' voices within the Iranian diaspora. Presenter: Jo Fidgen Producer: Jo Impey Picture: Priscillia Kounkou Hoveyda at work Credit: Priscillia Kounkou Hoveyda

Ce mois-ci c'est Priscillia qui a choisi le film : c'est parti pour "Sans un bruit" de John Krasinski !   Branche tes écouteurs et n'aies pas peur du spoil : c'est parti pour Slash#Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur !   [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]

Dans cet épisode, Priscillia Deltombe, qui a déjà travaillé pour Neomedias Agence Marketing Web, raconte sa désastreuse expérience dans l'entreprise Bogarade qui est médiatisée et qui fait couler de l'encre dans les médias de façon négative face à des problématiques de livraison envers les clients mais aussi les employés.

Ce dimanche pas de morosité, on sort un nouveau numéro ! Un numéro un peu confiné avec Priscillia au micro.  Branche tes écouteurs et n'aies pas peur du spoil : c'est parti pour Le silence des agneaux de Jonathan Demme dans Slash#Bobine, le podcast qui va te faire changer d'avis sur les films d'horreur !   Et toi, est-ce que tu aimes diner au chianti ? [Contenu explicite, oreilles chastes s'abstenir]

Dans cet épisode, je reçois Priscillia Vaillancourt, une jeune entrepreneure qui s'est réorientée après avoir senti qu'elle n'exerçait pas le bon domaine. On parle de son parcours universitaire et comment, pour elle, les choses se sont déroulées, les émotions et l'anxiété que ça engendre. Je te conseille également sur : 1. Comment écouter sa voix intérieur qui nous dit qu'on n'est pas au bon endroit 2. Poursuivre ses projets avec passion & être bien rémunéré Tu peux la suivre juste ici: Instagram : @profites.en Blogue : https://www.profitesen.com Pour ne rien manquer, abonne-toi à son info lettre! Tu peux me suivre sur instagram : @amelieriendeau Pour toutes les informations sur mes services : www.amelieriendeau.com Groupe Facebook YES QUEEN! par Amélie Riendeau : www.facebook.com/groups/yesqueen/ Abonne-toi à la chaîne pour recevoir tes notifications à chaque semaine!

GRANDIR AVEC SES CLIENTS, QUEL KIF !Aujourd'hui, je vous propose un numéro de Sur Le Terrain un peu particulier : je suis allé rendre visite à l'un de nos clients historiques pour évoquer notre évolution conjointe.On a eu la chance d'obtenir la confiance de TraceParts début 2018.Gabriel - DG de TraceParts - et son équipe nous ont permis de les acccompagner dans la mise en place de leur stratégie Inbound & Automation.Ce numéro est l'occasion de souligner les réussites et la progression remarquable de l'équipe Marketing mais pas seulement !Car si Audrey, Priscillia, Yang et l'équipe commerciale (on pense fort à vous Pauline, Philip, Antoine et toute l'équipe

 "En s'elles" c'etait la véloparade sur Lyon organisée par la Maison du vélo de Lyon. Compte rendu de Priscillia Petitjean.

This week Tom has an exclusive interview with one of the founders of the Gilets Jaunes protest movement, Priscillia Ludosky. The story of the “Yellow Vests” is one of violence and protest, police brutality and a restlessness, among some, with democratic processes. Priscillia tells Tom about how the movement started, whether she takes responsibility for the violence, injuries and death and how the “Giles Jaunes” inspire other groups around the world. We talk about Brexit, Frexit and the future of western liberal democracy. Tom is also joined by James Rogers, Director of the Global Britain programme at the Henry Jackson Society. They discuss Chinese interference in British universities, the recent reshuffle, the foreign-policy review, Idlib and the latest technology wizzing around in the skies above us. Rule Britannia discovers Britains place in a fast changing world. Listen and subscribe now to Rule Britannia on Global Player or wherever you get your podcasts. https://www.lbc.co.uk/radio/presenters/tom-swarbrick/ Twitter @TomSwarbrick1

Congres de la FUB - Priscillia Petitjean - Via Romana

Una dona de 71 anys va ser assassinada ahir al vespre a Portvendres a mans del seu marit. La víctima va rebre diverses ganivetades a la vista de tothom, al carrer Aragó de Portvendres. La dona va morir abans de l’arribada dels socors. El seu marit va ser ràpidament arrestat per la policia que va rebre el testimoni de diverses persones presents al carrer al moment dels fets. La policia vol aclarir ara les causes d’aquest assassinat. La família de Priscillia, la jove que va ser assassinada al cementiri d’Estagell el passat 7 de juliol llança una crida per obtenir més informació. Per fer avançar la investigació la mare de la víctima demana que les persones que hagin assistit al ball dels bombers a Estagell la nit dels fets, tornin a mirar les fotos o els vídeos que van fer aquell dia. D’aquesta manera la família espera descobrir nous elements que puguin ajudar els investigadors. Els serveis de socors de muntanya van intervenir ahir a Teulís, als Aspres. Cercaven un home d’uns 50 anys que era desaparegut des de la nit anterior. La víctima va ser trobada en un riu amb ferides greus. Tot indica que l’excursionista hauria patit una caiguda. Va ser transportat en helicòpter fins a l’hospital.

Aquest vespre al Campo Santo de Perpinyà hi haurà el concert de la gira de comiat de Joan Baez. Es tractarà del seu darrer concert a l’estat Francès. En canvi li queden 2 concerts a Catalunya, dijous a Sitges i dissabte a Sant Feliu de Guixols. La primera part del concert d’aquest vespre anirà a càrrec del Balbino Medellin. Avui, a les 3 de la tarda, tindran lloc a l’església d’Estagell, les exèquies de Priscillia. El passat 7 de juliol la jove de 18 anys va ser retrobada assassinada al cementeri del poble. Un home d’uns 65 anys va morir ofegat ahir a finals de matí a Cerbera mentre intentava dirigir-se cap a la creu que marca la frontera al mar. Els que l’acompanyaven van alertar els socors que no van poder salvar-li la vida malgrat els intents de reanimació. Es tracta de la setena víctima mortal de l’estiu per ofegament a Catalunya Nord. Aquest dilluns, a partir de les 9 del matí, té lloc una sessió pública del Consell Departamental, la darrera abans de les vacances d’estiu per als elegits. Hi ha 40 dossiers a l’ordre del dia, destaquem que és avui que els consellers departamentals votaran la programació financera dels 30 compromisos que van sortir de la concertació amb la població. Avui comença una nova setmana molt calorosa amb ja la nit passada on els termòmetres no han baixat per sota dels 20-23º a la plana del Rosselló. Les temperatures màximes, tot i que són més altes avui que els darrers dies no són la principal preocupació sinó les temperatures nocturnes perquè tenen tendència a no baixar. Aquesta situació s’hauria de mantenir tota la setmana fins divendres. A l’Estat espanyol, aquest dilluns al migdia comença el debat d'investidura del futur cap de govern. Els equips negociadors del PSOE i Unides Podem treballant després de la renuncia de Pablo Iglesias, per aconseguir un acord per convertir Pedro Sánchez en president amb un govern de coalició. Començarà doncs demà el rellotge dels 2 mesos. Si abans del 23 de setembre no s'ha investit un candidat, automàticament es convocarien noves eleccions. ESPORTS Rugbi 13 – Ahir a la tarda els Dracs Catalans van patir una clara desfeta al camp de Salford, 40 a 14 malgrat que a l’inici de la segona part el resultat era tot just de 16 a 14. A la classificació els Dracs passen a la 6ena plaça però amb els mateixos punts que el 4rt i 5è. El proper partit serà el dissabte 3 d’agost amb la recepció de Warrington.

Hannah Webb discusses the Irish Advantage and touches on all of the sectors that Enterprise Ireland are involved in. This episode discusses how Enterprise Ireland is the largest VC in Europe and the third largest VC in the world based on the number of deals. Priscillia and Hannah discuss the 100 Women in Finance event in New York, Women in Business, hosting seminars, panels, conferences, and gender equity and diversity in the workplace. Hannah discusses funding and working directly with female founders. Hannah Webb is the Senior Vice President Business & Consumer Services, Talent/HR Management, BPO at Enterprise Ireland.

Ishmael Beah, bestselling author of A Long Way Gone, Memoirs of a Boy Soldier & Radiance of Tomorrow, A Novel and human rights lawyer, Priscillia Kounkou-Hoveyda, who has worked for the UN for the past 10 years negotiating with warlords for the release of child soldiers from terrorist groups across Africa, together share the hilarious and moving story of their unique union.   Writer Mimi Schmir  (“Trapped In a Purple Haze,” HBO’s Strangers, Promised Land, Felicity, Party of Five, Shark and Grey’s Anatomy) tells a story about the Diver, the Tinman and the loss of her beloved husband. The brilliant Parson James graces us with the gorgeous and wrenching song, Waiting Game, from his soul, R and B, and gospel fused album, The Temple–a must download.

VistaTalks Ep 15 - Host: Priscillia Charles. On this episode, we hear all about the plans for VistaTalks and discuss the Think Global Forum and the Think Global Awards with Simon Hodgkins.

Karen Croner is a feature and television writer whose films include Admission, One True Thing and the upcoming The Tribes of Palos Verdez. Enjoy as Karen tells about being haunted by a slimy block of ice from the frozen lake of her unconventional mother’s house. Priscillia Kounkou-Hoveyda has worked for the UN for the past 10 years negotiating with warlords for the release of child soldiers from terrorist groups across Africa. In addition to her work helping children, Priscillia is a storyteller. Here she recounts her family’s harrowing attempt to escape war torn Tehran when she was a six year old child. Bhi Bhiman is an American singer songwriter whose penetrating lyrics take on such issues as immigration and injustice. Here he sings his gorgeous and heartbreaking song about immigration, Beyond the Border.

Aujourd'hui on parle jeunesse avec Anne Muxel, sociologue et chercheuse au CEVIPOF. Elle a analysé les résultats d'une grande enquête réalisée par Génération What et dont les résultats sont parus le 16 décembre dernier. Sur un million de jeunes européens de 18 à 35 ans qui y ont participé, elle en a isolé 20 000, représentatifs de la jeunesse française actuelle. Lorsqu'on leur demande quel mot qualifie le mieux leur génération, celui qui revient le plus souvent c'est : "perdue". Alors, y a-t-il encore de l'espoir? "Les jeunes sont assez pessimistes quand à l'avenir de notre société mais ils ne sont pas pessimistes quand à leur propre avenir" explique Anne Muxel. On a une demie heure pour dresser avec elle le portrait des jeunes d'aujourd'hui, de leur vision des politiques à leur adhésion à l'Europe, en passant par leur envie d'avoir une véritable utilité sociale.La jeunesse est plutôt bien disposée à l'égard de l'Europe mais il y a aussi une jeunesse qui est travaillée par les nationalismes En deuxième partie d'émission, on vous présente le Carillon, un beau projet pour soutenir les personnes qui sont à la rue. Louis-Xavier Leca est le fondateur de cette association qui implique des commerçants et des particuliers. Les premiers offrent des services aux sans abris, de l'accès aux toilettes au repas chaud ou à une simple conversation. Les seconds peuvent adhérer et devenir des carillonneurs pour participer à des défis et venir en aide aux personnes défavorisées de leur quartiers. L'exclusion aujourd'hui ça tue plus que la faim et plus que le froidCôté reportage, Priscillia nous emmène au musée du parfum, et Dania nous fait une chronique sur le film de noël par excellence: Love Actually. Présentation : Julien Abou / Co-interview : Anna Péan et Margaux Roche / Réalisation : Hugo Durand /  Chronique: Dania Kaddur / Reportage :Priscillia Dubois / Web : La Rédaction / Coordination : Marion Guichaoua et Elsa Landard.

Aujourd'hui on parle jeunesse avec Anne Muxel, sociologue et chercheuse au CEVIPOF. Elle a analysé les résultats d'une grande enquête réalisée par Génération What et dont les résultats sont parus le 16 décembre dernier. Sur un million de jeunes européens de 18 à 35 ans qui y ont participé, elle en a isolé 20 000, représentatifs de la jeunesse française actuelle. Lorsqu'on leur demande quel mot qualifie le mieux leur génération, celui qui revient le plus souvent c'est : "perdue". Alors, y a-t-il encore de l'espoir? "Les jeunes sont assez pessimistes quand à l'avenir de notre société mais ils ne sont pas pessimistes quand à leur propre avenir" explique Anne Muxel. On a une demie heure pour dresser avec elle le portrait des jeunes d'aujourd'hui, de leur vision des politiques à leur adhésion à l'Europe, en passant par leur envie d'avoir une véritable utilité sociale. La jeunesse est plutôt bien disposée à l'égard de l'Europe mais il y a aussi une jeunesse qui est travaillée par les nationalismes En deuxième partie d'émission, on vous présente le Carillon, un beau projet pour soutenir les personnes qui sont à la rue. Louis-Xavier Leca est le fondateur de cette association qui implique des commerçants et des particuliers. Les premiers offrent des services aux sans abris, de l'accès aux toilettes au repas chaud ou à une simple conversation. Les seconds peuvent adhérer et devenir des carillonneurs pour participer à des défis et venir en aide aux personnes défavorisées de leur quartiers. L'exclusion aujourd'hui ça tue plus que la faim et plus que le froid Côté reportage, Priscillia nous emmène au musée du parfum, et Dania nous fait une chronique sur le film de noël par excellence: Love Actually. Présentation : Julien Abou / Co-interview : Anna Péan et Margaux Roche / Réalisation : Hugo Durand /  Chronique: Dania Kaddur / Reportage :Priscillia Dubois / Web : La Rédaction / Coordination : Marion Guichaoua et Elsa Landard.

Full show: http://itsourshow.net/12-19-15-show/ Artists Played: Sincere Vega, conshus, Mean Joe Scheme, Mike Two, J57, Optiks, Blackalicious, P.SO, 2 Hungry Bros., Skyzoo, Black Thought, Bilal, Talib Kweli, 9th Wonder, Add 2, J Dilla, Planet Asia, TzariZM, MidaZ the Beast, Casual, Dregs One, Ill Sugi, Priscillia, Basia Bulat, Nolan The Ninja, Phat Kat, LOrange, Kool Keith, EyeQ, Roots Manuva, Robot Koch, Mree, Gangrene, Oh No, Alchemist, Your Old Droog, Fashawn, Illa J, Moka Only, Nujabes, GOODie MOb, OutKast, IMAKEMADBEATS

Samedi 04 Octobre 2014 - Very Important Planète - Emission 03 : Elle est danseuse, strip-teaseuse, charmeuse de serpents ! Elle dirige sa société dans le monde de la nuit. C’est Priscillia, elle est ma VIP ! Very Important Planète by Jovani, tous les samedis de 9 heures à 10 heures sur Planète, et rediffusion les dimanches de 16 heures à 17 heures.