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Show #298 - Show Guests - Brad Dixon and Corey Baumann Talk RAD Movie and Documentary. Plus Riverwest 24 News - Green Mile and MMI Weekend plans. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk3i4oiCUSc The Milwaukee Minute (or 5) Another stolen e cargo bike - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/15u6Ax1f4q/?mibextid=wwXIfr  RAD Documentary Trailer - Recap RW24 Bonus Check Point suggestions - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/18r7FSwqdX/?mibextid=wwXIfr Wisconsin Bike Week - https://wisconsinbikefed.org/events/ - June 1st to 8th Bikes and Frames for sale at Everyday Cycles - https://everydaycycles.com  MMI - https://www.instagram.com/milwaukemessengerinvitational It's officially Spring hath Sprung…NITE OWL IS BACK - https://milwaukeerecord.com/food-drink/nite-owls-2025-season-begins-today/ Brad's Helltrack Banner Brad's Super Cross Cruiser Talkin' Schmack Subscribe to Fat-bike.com Group to help support the site! - https://www.facebook.com/fatbikedotcom/subscribe/  Like Brackets but not Basketball? - Bike Lane Uprising has obstruction brackets! - https://www.bikelaneuprising.com/post/march-bike-lane-obstruction-madness George Foreman RIP Frankville Water and Light - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100069042741658 Under 1000g Titanium Road Frame! Lightspeed Coll dels Reis - https://litespeed.com/products/coll-dels-reis BMX inspired? Prolly don't try those RAD tricks though. - https://crustbikes.com/collections/frames/products/stupid-tourist-description-details-photos?variant=50384090104119 Borealis selling direct on Craigslist?!? What?? DirtySixer 32” MTB available for pre-order. For those 5'10” and taller! - https://www.dirtysixer.com/products/dirtysixer-mtb-32-inch-wheel-crowdfunding-deposit Cape Epic MTB Race Coverage - https://www.youtube.com/@EpicSeries_Race_The_World  Milan - San Remo - 289km, or about 180 miles! Replay on Max if you have that. MoFo Superchunk has a new MoFo LP and are mofo touring! Fuck yes! See all Full Spectrum Cycling Podcast Episodes here - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLblXPI1hYVGbwjJjdv_eJGMubhqRU4vwd  Show Guests - Brad Dixon and Corey Baumann Talk RAD Movie and Documentary. Plus Riverwest 24 News - Green Mile and MMI Weekend plans. Brad's YouTube Channel - https://www.youtube.com/@SuperBrad43 @bdixon43 on Instagram Show Beer - Dogfish Head Grateful Dead Juicy Pale Ale   Stuff for sale on Facebook Marketplace Call-in to 717-727-2453 and leave us a message about how cycling is making your life better! Shit Worth Doing April 18th - The Green Mile - Milwaukee, WI April 19th - Milwaukee Messenger Invitational (MMI) June 19th to 29th - Tour of America's Dairyland - Southeast Wisconsin - https://www.tourofamericasdairyland.com/ June 28th to July 2nd - USA Cycling Road National Championships August 22, 23, 24 - 2025 - MADE! - Portland, Oregon, Zidell Yards - https://made.bike   September 15th - Chequamegon MTB Festival - Cable, WI - https://www.cheqmtb.com/ Pel-Mel Omnium Rack Straps coming to Everyday Cycles! Bikes! Used Chumba Ursa Major Titanium Fatbike Frame - Sven's frame! Omnium Cargo Mini Max - Small - Copper - NEW! Omnium Cargo Electric Mini Max - Small - Galaxy Black Large Schlick Cycles APe for aggressive fatbiking - Purple. Possibly the last APe! Definitely the last Teesdale-built APe! Large Schlick Cycles 29+ Custom Build - Black Medium Schlick Cycles 29+ Custom Build - Orange Large Schlick Cycles Tatanka, Orange. Schlick Fatbikes A bunch of Schlick Growler (Zen Bicycle Fabrications AR 45) frames for custom builds. 29+ Schlick Cycles frames for custom builds Contact info@everydaycycles.com Call-in to 717-727-2453 and leave us a message about how cycling is making your life better! =============================Equipment we use during the production of Full Spectrum Cycling:=============================

Show #297 - Coffee roaster, multi band musician, cyclist and duck guy, James Za, joins Sven, JK and Tony on this week's Full Spectrum Cycling showroom the Riverwest PodcastMKW Studio. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4Sc9zo6GWk The Milwaukee Minute (or 5) Wisconsin Bike Week - https://wisconsinbikefed.org/events/ - June 1st to 8th Here's a sneak peek at what's coming up! Smart Cycling Classes Walk and Bike Community Audits Crosswalk Action Training Adult Learn-to-Ride Sessions How to Host a Bike Rodeo for Kids Workshops Cycling Without Age Trishaw Pilot Training Bikes and Frames for sale at Everyday Cycles - https://everydaycycles.com  MMI - https://www.instagram.com/milwaukemessengerinvitational  Talkin' Schmack TONIGHT! - RAD Documentary Trailer - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFAb2lIVQ6U Ride a fat-bike or a camel in Japan in the Tottori Sand Dunes - https://www.escape.com.au/destinations/asia/japan/best-places-to-go-in-japan-to-avoid-the-crowds/image-gallery/cca349b06fdbeece6b3677773dd779fd Fat-bike with a ski front - https://racketmn.com/meet-the-local-man-who-invented-a-bike-rollerblade-ice-skate-hybrid Under 1000g Titanium Road Frame! Lightspeed Coll dels Reis - https://litespeed.com/products/coll-dels-reis BMX inspired? Prolly don't try those RAD tricks though. - https://crustbikes.com/collections/frames/products/stupid-tourist-description-details-photos?variant=50384090104119 Borealis selling direct on Craigslist?!? What?? More people than ever rode bikes in 2024 - PeopleForBikes released its 2024 U.S. Bicycling Participation Study, offering new insights into bicycling trends across the country. This biennial report reveals that 112 million Americans — 35% of those ages 3 and older — rode a bike at least once in 2024. This marks the highest participation rate since the study began in 2014, underscoring an increasing interest in bicycling propelled by the COVID-19 pandemic.- https://www.bicycleretailer.com/announcements/2025/03/12/more-americans-rode-bike-ever-2024-youth-participation-saw-biggest-surge DirtySixer 32” MTB available for pre-order. For those 5'10” and taller! - https://www.dirtysixer.com/products/dirtysixer-mtb-32-inch-wheel-crowdfunding-deposit Cape Epic MTB Race Coverage - https://www.youtube.com/@EpicSeries_Race_The_World  See all Full Spectrum Cycling Podcast Episodes here - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLblXPI1hYVGbwjJjdv_eJGMubhqRU4vwd  James! Show Guest - James Za of Dimension 7 Coffee Dimension 7 Coffee - https://www.instagram.com/dimension7coffee/ Robits Band - https://therobits.bandcamp.com/ Show Beer - Hamm's and Pabst Dad Beers with an Amorphic Fluffer from next door.   Stuff for sale on Facebook Marketplace Call-in to 717-727-2453 and leave us a message about how cycling is making your life better! Shit Worth Doing April 18th - The Green Mile - Milwaukee, WI April 19th - Milwaukee Messenger Invitational (MMI) June 19th to 29th - Tour of America's Dairyland - Southeast Wisconsin - https://www.tourofamericasdairyland.com/ August 22, 23, 24 - 2025 - MADE! - Portland, Oregon, Zidell Yards - https://made.bike   September 15th - Chequamegon MTB Festival - Cable, WI - https://www.cheqmtb.com/ Bikes! Used Chumba Ursa Major Titanium Fatbike Frame - Sven's frame! Omnium Cargo Mini Max - Small - Copper - NEW! Omnium Cargo Electric Mini Max - Small - Galaxy Black Large Schlick Cycles APe for aggressive fatbiking - Purple. Possibly the last APe! Definitely the last Teesdale-built APe! Large Schlick Cycles 29+ Custom Build - Black Medium Schlick Cycles 29+ Custom Build - Orange Large Schlick Cycles Tatanka, Orange. Schlick Fatbikes A bunch of Schlick Growler (Zen Bicycle Fabrications AR 45) frames for custom builds. 29+ Schlick Cycles frames for custom builds Contact info@everydaycycles.com

Ever wonder if Joseph was depressed cause he couldn't find a room at the Inn? Prolly had to Feed the camels for the wise men, bringin Gold and Frankincense and he's livin in a stable that smells like Manure.

we got a lot to chat about. World Series recap, Tyler the creator album, new lego sets to name a few. throw in some fantasy football, little bit of birds, general baseball banter, it's a good time. Prolly too much about the kids but that's alright. Enjoy!

Conspiracy theories abound : is Beyonce a clone? Is she being worked by Jay Z or does she wanna do ll of this stuff?? • was NC destroyed so they could mine the natural resources? Was it another Lahaina? Plus I sneeze

On today's menu:-fighting your friends again-defending your girl-holding a grudge-it's just a game….and so much more!!!

I'm ending the show, for now atleast. Don't know if I'll be back. It's kinda like a futurama ending. This explains why. Thanks for listening. Really, means a lot

Sad Boys For Real! PVTSTCK studio owners (Herson, Jason, & Luis), sit down with me to discuss their ten year journey & the importance behind the studio they've built from the ground up. This unique group has been a staple for the Chicago community over their last 10 years; helping artists such as Saba & The Hxliday gain early success. In addition to their early work with the artists above, PVTSTCK has opened its doors to countless creatives to hone their craft & build relationships. Thus, establishing the studio as a powerhouse in the Chicago scene. In the song "6PM in New York," Drake says, "Longevity, wonder how long they'll check for me / Prolly forever if I stay in my zone / I speak on this generation but can't change it alone," PVTSTCK has remained true to their one goal, and that is to empower the next generation. However, for as much adapting they've had to do as professionals they've done the same as people. Leading us to this conversation of, "10 years later..." Also discussed, giving back to their communities, balancing life & work, finding themselves as people.

This episode Erik and Tom give their takes on the Democratic National Convention and how Trump's act has gone stale. Barack makes a dick joke and the GOP continues to struggle for footing after a nightmarish month. Will their leader completely turn into a different person in the next 70 days? Prolly not.  

#sonyamassey #seangrayson #bencrump Youtube link: https://youtu.be/m32MGHO2Y-4 Spotify link: Article link: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/sonya-massey-shooting-911-call_n_66ad0627e4b088291b68ea90 Join us as we have a conversation about the tragic death and assassination of Sonya Massey as she was shot and killed by Devil Sean Grayson. In this episode we discuss mental health, judicial system, and the history of how those people historical always attacked our people. Tap in...thanks! #RBCF --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/realblackforum/support

Hey Family! My name is Blythe or you can call me Bee

We continue to look at commonly "claimed" hopes and promises from scripture (eight total) that your pastor probably spoke on today but which no direct place in the current age.You will be blessed like AbrahamYou will be wealthy if you follow the biblical patternYou no longer have a heart of stoneGod has a wonderful plan for your life (here and now)All things work together for good (with good assumed)You can do what Jesus and the Apostles didJesus was always talking to youThere is no difference in anyone's eternal fate

I couldn't give money away this weekend to get my washing machine fixed • American apathy and old white man ego has given us two terrible candidates • let's build it back improved not changed ☑️ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/madlove/message

The Cavs first round playoff opponent is set! Did the Cavs chicken out a little bit? Prolly. The Masters was kinda boring... Caitlin Clark is in Indiana! The Browns had a big reveal! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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They are tryna gate-keep country music from Beyonce (even tho she's number 1 on Billboard for Country Music ret nah. You'n get to tell me how to feel about Wendy Williams... --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the2020podcastllc/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the2020podcastllc/support

Yall, its been a fun 4 years, but I think this is gunna be about it. Thanks for everything, love yall! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joe-von-kennel/support

The Football Depression is upon us, and JMO has the fix. Prolly not, but for the sake of trying to make it big, we'll pretend that we do. The first fix is recapping the NBA All Star Weekend, which besides the LED court, brought really much of nothing except recycled material (see Mac McClung). Next, we bring back the long awaited 'OTDISH' (On This Day In Sports History, for all the newbies out there). Lastly is some discussion with college basketball and college baseball. 0:00 intro/life after football 6:20 NBA talk 27:25 OTDISH 34:10 golf talk 40:25 college basketball talk 46:50 college baseball is underway

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My first time with Cosplay Beth.By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently.She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest.Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city.“Seventy Three!”She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake.“Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said.“I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously.“Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see.“Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.”“You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out.“Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart.“Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand.“Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner.“Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.”“What do they call your father?”“Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.”“Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice.“He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.”“Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again.“Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.”“Oh, yeah… Right…”“So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.”“I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?”“Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.”“Oh, I don't know…”“You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.”“Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously.“No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm.“Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me.“It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous.“Grill it!”“Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?”“Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker.“Eighty Three!” said the butcher.“I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.““Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter.We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit.6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth:“Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?”I responded:“Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?”She responded:“Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.”She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time.I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering.I left the front door open and she let herself in.“Hello? TJ?”“In the kitchen.”“Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug.She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed.“I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?”“Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.”“Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.”“Do you need any help with the cooking?”“Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?”“Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot.“Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks.I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes.“How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks.I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back.“Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said.Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part.“This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?”“It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest.“Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?”“It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.”“Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that.“Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true.Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth.“Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some.“Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test.“Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve.“That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly.Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue.We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed.The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner.“Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry”“Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone.“Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly.The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though.“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully.I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders.I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis.We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy.“Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down.I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her.“Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch.“What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down.She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her.I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time.I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit.“Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed.“That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly.“If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied.“Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling.I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready.“Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman.“Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes.One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though.I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better.After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door.“What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers.“Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?”“Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!”As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright.I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life.By Thintri , for Literotica

My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently. She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole [[MORE]]  The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.” “I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don't know…” “You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker. “Eighty Three!” said the butcher. “I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“ “Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter. We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit. 6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth: “Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?” I responded: “Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?” She responded: “Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.” She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time. I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering. I left the front door open and she let herself in. “Hello? TJ?” “In the kitchen.” “Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug. She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed. “I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?” “Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.” “Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.” “Do you need any help with the cooking?” “Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?” “Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot. “Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks. I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes. “How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks. I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back. “Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said. Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part. “This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?” “It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest. “Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?” “It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.” “Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that. “Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true. Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth. “Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some. “Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test. “Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve. “That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly. Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue. We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed. The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner. “Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry” “Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone. “Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly. The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully. I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders. I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis. We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy. “Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down. I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her. “Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch. “What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down. She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her. I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time. I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit. “Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed. “That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly. “If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied. “Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling. I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready. “Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman. “Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes. One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though. I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better. After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door. “What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers. “Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?” “Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!” As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright. I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life. By Thintri , for Literotica

My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently. She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole [[MORE]]  The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.” “I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don't know…” “You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker. “Eighty Three!” said the butcher. “I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“ “Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter. We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit. 6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth: “Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?” I responded: “Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?” She responded: “Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.” She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time. I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering. I left the front door open and she let herself in. “Hello? TJ?” “In the kitchen.” “Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug. She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed. “I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?” “Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.” “Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.” “Do you need any help with the cooking?” “Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?” “Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot. “Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks. I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes. “How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks. I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back. “Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said. Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part. “This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?” “It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest. “Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?” “It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.” “Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that. “Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true. Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth. “Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some. “Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test. “Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve. “That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly. Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue. We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed. The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner. “Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry” “Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone. “Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly. The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully. I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders. I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis. We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy. “Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down. I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her. “Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch. “What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down. She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her. I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time. I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit. “Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed. “That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly. “If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied. “Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling. I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready. “Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman. “Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes. One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though. I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better. After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door. “What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers. “Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?” “Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!” As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright. I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life. 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The Two Bobs episode 211 for Monday, April 17, 2023: What are The Bobs drinking? Rob enjoyed a Chocolate Ale from Boulevard. https://www.boulevard.com/beerinfo/chocolate-ale/  Robert took down a Coco Van Imperial Stout from Hubbard's Cave. https://untappd.com/b/hubbard-s-cave-coco-van-all-canned-dates/2312248  Follow us on Untapped at @RobFromTTB and @lowercaserobert or we'll steal your scooter. Nothing in this week's CRAZY NEWS should be considered financial advice, unless Robert said it. A real-life Snakes on a Plane occurred in Africa. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-65188013  Florida Man® stole an electric scooter from Target and then attempted to assemble it right in front of the store. https://wpde.com/news/offbeat/dumb-criminal-man-attempts-to-assemble-stolen-electric-scooter-in-front-of-store-florida-razor-theft-busted-flagler-county-drugs-arrested  Florida Man® stole a jetski, then got naked and fought with police. https://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/miami-beach-man-tried-to-steal-jet-ski-got-naked-fought-with-officers-police/3007040/  Florida Man® got a lengthy prison sentence for shooting himself. Not sure if he meant to or not. https://lawandcrime.com/crime/florida-man-gets-lengthy-prison-term-for-shooting-himself/  A man (surprisingly not from Florida) lost his wanking arm attempting the new “Pet a Shark” TikTok challenge. Prolly should have just eaten Tide Pods like the rest of us. https://dailynewsreported.com/live/man-loses-his-wanking-arm-attempting-the-new-tiktok-pet-a-shark-challenge/ Please share the show with your friends, and don't forget to subscribe! Visit www.thetwobobs.com for our contact information. Thanks for listening! Leave us a message or text us at 530-882-BOBS (530-882-2627) Join us on all the social things: Follow us on Twitter Check out our Instagram Follow Rob on Untappd Follow Robert on Untappd The Two Bobs Podcast is © The Two Bobs.  For more information, see our Who are The Two Bobs? page, or check our Contact page.  Words, views, and opinions are our own and do not represent those of our friends, family, or our employers unless otherwise noted.  Music for The Two Bobs was provided by JewelBeat.  

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This week Anna and Paul tackle too many of their favorite things in an adventure game. From the best house, in-game food and GUI, to the best driving, world building, and mini game, this episode has at least all of that. Prolly more but in like a, a, careful what you wish for way. Anyway, Mangia! Chad Armstrong's invaluable site, Edenwaith Wishlist our adventure game maybe! ThePhantomFellows.com The Phantom Fellows on Steam Say hi I guess! Twitter (Anna) - @CGGpodcast Twitter (Paul) - @PhantomFellows Join the group and talk about this neat stuff! Facebook Page Facebook Group Don't... prolly don't bother with this one.  Instagram: @CGGpodcast This ones our favorite, send us your words! E-mail:  mail@classicgamersguild.com Become a Patreon to support the show? www.patreon.com/ClassicGamersGuild   "CGG Theme" and "A Minor Concussion" by The Volume Remote www.thevolumeremote.com Intro greeting by (and thank you to) Hope Kodman VonStarnes

Can scenes survive with only corporate-owned professional venues? Prolly not. Can corporate-owned professional venues ever truly stop enterprising basement brains? Definitely not. Back this one for Patrick: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/blackmask/dont-avert-your-eyes-a-theres-nothing-there-comic

Jokingly starting the pod off mocking my dawg's Maine intro. Prolly my favorite podcaster and someone who keeps me motivated. This episode I wanted to let Big Keen give his opinion on the recent controversy. No better person to speak on it than him! Don't let the advice at the beginning about awards go over your head either!!

What's up, dudes? Art Kilmer and from A Cozy Christmas helps me  to use my little gray cells to remember Agatha Christie and her famous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot! That's right! We're talking “Hercule Poirot's Christmas,” published in 1938 and broadcast on BBC Radio 4 in 1986 with  Peter Sallis as the titular sleuth! We also discuss the 1995 David Suchet show and his superior performance! Will the Lee family discover who killed their overbearing patriarch? Prolly. So wax up your mustache, grab your patent leather shoes, and solve the mystery of this episode!A Cozy Christmas FB: @cozychristmaspodcastIG: @cozychristmaspodcastTwitter: @CozyXmasPodBookshelf Odyssey

This week we talk about how teaching (science) teachers can be like teaching science and how it is different. We talk about the apprenticeship of observation, the two worlds problem, teacher reflection, and making models of teaching. Plus, we shake our fist at something else briefly, not just clouds. Things that bring us joy this week: Welcome to Wrexham (https://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/welcome-to-wrexham) on Hulu House Projects - Building a Deck on the Back of the House Intro/Outro Music: Notice of Eviction by Legally Blind (https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Legally_Blind)

Tap in for a few practicals in avoiding the rat race. Where are you putting your money? www.careerdesign.academy loading up....you can sign up now and skip the line...

A rare weekend episode thanks to a vacation last week in Missouri, but since it is I go over what I like to do with my weekends thus far to prepare for the trading week ahead. I also talk about how Apple could use the NFL to become the next big winner in streaming services and Jim Cramer is ringing the opening bell on Monday this week... Puts? Prolly.

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The Sportsball crew is back again with another spicy episode for you! This week the guys go over the NBA Finals, Is Darrell Worried his hot streak is finally over? Is Mase still riding with the Celtics after their Game 4 Collapse? They give their picks for UFC 275, will Darrell finally bet Jerome again? All that and of course a trip into the Mind of a Mad Man with Mase's Madness and Darrell's top story of the week! Available on all major streaming platforms YouTube: https://youtu.be/IE6_2uy1Ai0 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6RGGLL08rxZmt1PZxxOaxZ Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/inside-the-cage/id1500435911?uo=4 Google: https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy8xMzRjODU3MC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw== ITC Site (Under construction): https://wordpress.com/home/itc-sports.com Mase's Social Media : Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/swaggymase , Twitter - https://twitter.com/funky_stuff09 Darrell Social Media : Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/lowelojanitor , Facebook Gaming - https://www.facebook.com/alvarezeffect , Facebook Gaming - https://www.facebook.com/xsuicidekillzx Jerome Social Media: Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/jspanndaman23 , Twitter - https://twitter.com/Jspanndaman , Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jspanndaman/?hl=en --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/insidethecagetcjs/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/insidethecagetcjs/support

Danger follows LFE wherever they go. Or something like that. The preamble of this ep got zapped by a power outage, but comedian MJ Matheson and the fellas soldiered on (truthfully, not even knowing they lost the first leg), and the result might very well still be the funniest episode put to tape to date. Are you gonna be a bit confused by a self referential joke or two (like the title, which was never properly referenced again)? Prolly. But treat this like the barroom conversation LFE purports itself to be, and immerse yourself in the roleplaying of walking in on a wild conversation in progress. We promise you'll still have a riot. Where the hell have you been! We've been waiting here for ya. Pull up a stool and ponder these questions five with MJ and the gang. #libationsforeveryoneSpirit of ChoiceThe hosts and their guest drank:Vago Elote Hijos de Aquilino MezcalYuu Baal Pechuga MezcalHornitos Blanco

Welcome to the new episode of Learn Filipino Pod. In this episode, we have a new special and unexpected guest. If you played DOTA, your girl most likely told you about our guest's product. You are definitely influenced by him. DOTA was a big hit in and still is in the Philippines almost every kid in town played that game. They live and breathe DOTA for sure. So please stay tune, watch, listen, and enjoy!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow Kuya Dino Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@dinocornel?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dinocornel/ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What do you think? Do you agree with them? Let us know!  The Maximum Filipino Show on FB, IG, and Tiktok @TMFS.Official and Twitter @TMFSOfficial, Email us at Themaximumfilipinoshow@gmail.com. Follow AJ on FB, IG, Twitter, Tiktok @TheGamFamShow. Follow Wakka @Wakka127. If you enjoy this pod make sure to LIKE, Share, and COMMENT. Please let other people know about us!! Thank you for listening!!  If you love this podcast, Please Support us on Patreon @Patreon.com/TMFSOfficial Thank you so much!!!  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TMFS.Official IG:  https://www.instagram.com/tmfs.official/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/TMFSOfficial --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/tmfsofficial/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/tmfsofficial/support

Welcome to our first Singlie episode!  What's a Singlie?  It's a silly fancy way of saying single.  As in, we discuss just one movie and fight each other.  Spider-Man: No Way Home was arguably the best Spider-Man film Marvel has done to date, tying up some loose ends and creating a means to continue on without Spidey's BIGGEST villain - Sony!  But what do Kon n' Jon think of this behemoth film?  Prolly the same; Check it out!Tangents include Other Movies, Pr0n, Duck Grindr, Mario 2, and Pedro Parker - Hombre Araña (The Ricky Ricardo Spider-Verse)!Intro/Outro Theme by Math the Band.

DANNY MYERS JOINS TIBR TO RECAP HIS ACE AMIN BATTLE.   FOR THIS IS BATTLE RAP MERCH PLEASE CHECK OUT WWW.THISISBATTLERAPCLOTHING.COM AND FOLLOW HOSTS K DOZ AND SEVEN MITCHELL ON SOCIAL MEDIA https://linktr.ee/thisisbattlerap --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thisisbattlerap/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thisisbattlerap/support

Hey, you... how's your crypto? A real roller coaster, huh? Prolly want a guy like Mr. White Hat on your side. Also, maybe, don't use crypto if you want to fight the anxiety.Tom did a little traveling a few weeks back and the trip was fine. Oh, wait. No it wasn't. The friends were nice but the trip itself was a damned nightmare of travel anxiety. This week, he shares some good times in the Austin airport, an epic exercise in friendliness and frustration, and the real reason he was anxious: reports of unruly passengers. You don't have to look too far for details. Caitlin Gibson wrote a backgrounder on it back in 2016 for the WaPo: Passengers behaving badly: The real reason we freak out on planes. 2016 Since then, things have only gotten worse, with nearly 4,000 reports and 600 under active investigation by the FAA this year so far.Thankfully, the Federal Aviation Administration has finally come out of hiding and released... a PSA: You Don't Want Your Pilots Distracted: Unruly Behavior Doesn't Fly (YouTube). You should watch it. It's horrifying. Or don't, we get it. Pete takes on a listener submission that hits home. We're talking about Aquaphobia, the specific phobia that describes people with a fear of water. In this case: "People suffer aquaphobia in many ways and may experience it even though they realize the water in an ocean, a river, or even a bathtub poses no imminent threat. They may avoid such activities as boating and swimming, or they may avoid swimming in the deep ocean despite having mastered basic swimming skills. This anxiety commonly extends to getting wet or splashed with water when it is unexpected, or being pushed or thrown into a body of water."The academics behind "Aquaphobia: Causes, Symptoms and Ways of Overcoming It for Future Well-Being" share some data and their observations on causes behind the anxiety.The problem is that this fear causes people to avoid learning to, or becoming proficient swimmers. And when they avoid becoming proficient swimmers and they're unexpectedly submerged in water, they have a predictably high chance of drowning. We need to fix that. Or maybe Paul Lennon of the Adult Aquaphobia Swim Center in Glendale, California will have something to say about it. We'll talk about him in this episode, along with some of his compatriots doing the work of helping adults live with the fear AND become great swimmers in the process. And we talk about Simone Biles, too, because air sense is closely related to Pete's probably invented phrase water sense, which you're free to use yourself after you listen to this episode and learn what it means. This Week's Tune!Is it too on the nose that we bring you Sinking by Jane & the Boy this week? You be the judge. Find it in Apple Music or Spotify.

Which of our white friends would ACTUALLY be invited to The Cookout? What's the cookout? Can you come? Prolly not but we'll seee. THIS WEEK'S GAME: Two teams of our wokest white friends battle it out over black pop culture trivia to see which team (if any) DESERVES to be invited to The Cookout. You laugh, they cry, we Get Wrecked ;)  FOLLOW on Apple Podcasts FOLLOW on Spotify Instagram/TikTok: @getwreckedpodcast @ericmmyrick @kourtneybellll Guest Host: Monique Desiree Players: Logan Davis (@llogandavis), Bryce Nahaku (@brycenahaku), Katelyn Garmon (@katelyngarmon), Peter Osterweil (@posterweil)

In this episode, me and my friend Jack discuss chapter six, "Gilderoy Lockhart", and chapter seven, "Mudbloods & Murmurs" through the themes of hearing vs. listening, blood, and fame. Unfortunately, I have a really bad cold this week and couldn't record my intro for the Patreon shoutouts. So, I will be thanking you guys here. Whitney, Brit, Jeaiza, and Maggie, thank you so much for everything you do to support the podcast!.Theme song is called SK by Text Me Records/Social Work. Follow on Twitter @HouseOfBlackPod. Support the podcast at patreon.com/houseofblackpod.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/houseofblackpod)