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H. Alan Scott/Sadie Pines and Kerri Doherty revisit The Golden Girls season 1 episode "Rose the Prude." They discuss the awkwardness of a long stiff hug, their hatred of cruises, and why it's best to play card games with family.  Join the GG VIP Club at Patreon.com/GoldenGirlsPodcast Watch video versions of the podcast on YouTube.com/OutonTheLanai For more Golden Girls greatness, visit OutOnTheLanai.com and follow us at... instagram.com/OutOnTheLanaiOfficial facebook.com/GoldenGirlsPodcast twitter.com/GoldenGirlsPod FOLLOW H. ALAN SCOTT/SADIE PINES... instagram.com/SadiePines instagram.com/HAlanScott linktr.ee/HAlanScott FOLLOW KERRI DOHERTY... instagram.com/squidsy twitter.com/SquidEatSquid Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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In this empowering Group 6 episode of Coaching In Session, host Michael Rearden is joined by Daina Rasutis, Whitney Prude, Arlene Cohen Miller, and Aden Nepom to explore transformative steps for women's empowerment and self-improvement in the New Year.The group delves into actionable strategies that inspire women to set meaningful goals, overcome challenges, and cultivate personal and professional growth.As we embrace the 2025 New Year, this episode provides powerful insights on creating lasting change, fostering resilience, and adopting a mindset of continuous development tailored for women seeking to elevate their lives.Whether you're looking to amplify your confidence, enhance your relationships, or achieve greater career success, the tips and tools shared in this conversation will empower you to step into your best self.Guest Spotlight:Daina RasutisCertified Nutrition Therapist Master, helping health-minded women get data-driven solutions for consistently clear skin & better gut health so they can feel confident again. Website: Tabletocrave.comWhitney PrudeBoard-certified clinical pharmacist and health coach at My Whole and Happy Life, empowering others to achieve holistic well-being and happiness. Website: Mywholeandhappylife.comArlene Cohen MillerWork-life balance expert and founder of Jewel Consultancy, helping clients create harmony and success in their personal and professional lives. Website: Jewelconsultancy.comAden NepomPresident of The Art of Change and communication coach, offering dynamic insights to foster meaningful relationships and professional growth. Website: Artofchange.com#WomensEmpowerment #SelfImprovement #PersonalGrowth #Mindset #Transformation #Success #CoachingInSession #DainaRasutis #WhitneyPrude #ArleneCohenMiller #AdenNepom #RevenConceptsSend us a Message: Coachinginsession@gmail.com Learn More at Revenconcepts.comSupport the show!Don't forget to subscribe, leave a review, and share the podcast with others who would benefit from it!Send us a MessageSupport the showWebsite: www.Revenconcepts.comEmail: Coachinginsession@gmail.com Don't forget to subscribe, leave a review, and share the podcast with others who would benefit from it!

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Welcome back to the 203th episode of The Cup which is our a weekly (give or take, TBD, these are unprecedented times) performing arts talk show presented by Cup of Hemlock Theatre. With the theatres on a come back we offer a mix of both reviews of live shows we've seen and continued reviews of prophet productions! For our 203th episode we bring you Part 2 of our two-part Review Roundup covering all six shows in the 2024 Next Stage Theatre Festival (presented by Toronto Fringe). Join Jillian Robinson and Ryan Borochovitz as they reflect upon the remaining three pieces they attended, completely jettisoning their intended ten-minute allotment per show (not sorry!). In these reviews, they shine a light on the end of the world, unpack asexual dramaturgy, and have a long conversation about histories of Indigenous erasure. Catch up on Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXjOdvbCriA The Next Stage Festival is currently running at Buddies in Bad Times Theatre (12 Alexander Street, Toronto, ON) until November 27th, 2024. Information about the show line-up and tickets can be found at the following link: https://fringetoronto.com/next-stage/shows WARNING: This review roundup contains spoilers for all three shows being covered. TIMESTAMP NAVIGATOR: 0:00 – Intro 2:29 – This Feels Like the End 24:53 – Prude 44:31 – Civilized 1:02:03 – Interlude … which Ryan promises will be relevant 1:12:25 – (Now, back to) Civilized 1:28:47 – Sign Off Follow our panelists: Jillian Robinson – Instagram: @jillian.robinson96 Ryan Borochovitz – Instagram: @ryanborochovitz [just this once!] Follow Cup of Hemlock Theatre on Instagram/Facebook/Twitter: @cohtheatre If you'd like us to review your upcoming show in Toronto, please send press invites/inquiries to coh.theatre.MM@gmail.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cup-of-hemlock-theatre/support

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Are you prioritizing yourself, or are you stuck in people-pleasing and overachievement? In this episode, Lesley Logan interviews Whitney Prude, a Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist and wellness coach, who shares her transformative journey from career burnout to self-love. Whitney reveals how women can stop the cycle of self-neglect, find their true worth, and make self-love a priority. Tune in for a conversation about letting go of people-pleasing, shifting from external to internal motivation, and leaning into the discomfort for lasting change.If you have any questions about this episode or want to get some of the resources we mentioned, head over to LesleyLogan.co/podcast. If you have any comments or questions about the Be It pod shoot us a message at beit@lesleylogan.co. And as always, if you're enjoying the show please share it with someone who you think would enjoy it as well. It is your continued support that will help us continue to help others. Thank you so much! Never miss another show by subscribing at LesleyLogan.co/subscribe.In this episode you will learn about:Whitney's transition from pharmacist to wellness coach.How her autoimmune disease forced a career shift.The harmful effects of people-pleasing and overachievement.How to recognize early signs of burnout before it's too late.The importance of prioritizing self-love and emotional care.Why leaning into discomfort is key to personal progress.How to shift your motivation from external validation to internal fulfillment.Episode References/Links:Whitney Prude InstagramWhitney Prude WebsiteFemGevityDr Mindy PelzGuest Bio:Whitney Prude is a practicing Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist (PharmD, BCPS), as well as a Mayo Clinic Certified Wellness Coach and Nationally Certified Health and Wellness Coach (NBC-HWC). She earned her Doctorate of Pharmacy Degree at Roseman University of Health Sciences in South Jordan, Utah, and completed a Post-Graduate Residency (PGY1) at the University of New Mexico Hospitals in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She obtained her coaching certification through the Mayo Clinic Wellness Coaching Program, which is certified by the National Board of Health and Wellness Coaching. Additionally, she is certified in Medication Therapy Management and Pharmacogenomics. She currently works as an inpatient clinical pharmacist at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, where she has been for 7 years. She is also a public speaker, entrepreneur, and CEO of Whole & Happy Living, a health and wellness company offering coaching, education, and medication review. Her true passion lies in helping others transform their health so they can live their absolute best life possible.  If you enjoyed this episode, make sure and give us a five star rating and leave us a review on iTunes, Podcast Addict, Podchaser or Castbox. DEALS! Check out all our Preferred Vendors & Special Deals from Clair Sparrow, Sensate, Lyfefuel BeeKeeper's Naturals, Sauna Space, HigherDose, AG1 and ToeSox Be in the know with all the workshops at OPCBe It Till You See It Podcast SurveyBe a part of Lesley's Pilates MentorshipFREE Ditching Busy Webinar  Resources:Watch the Be It Till You See It podcast on YouTube!Lesley Logan websiteBe It Till You See It PodcastOnline Pilates Classes by Lesley LoganOnline Pilates Classes by Lesley Logan on YouTubeProfitable Pilates Follow Us on Social Media:InstagramFacebookLinkedIn  Episode Transcript:Whitney Prude 0:00  You need to be at number one. If you want to show up for your kids, if you want to show up for your husband, if you want to be here in 20 years when you have grandkids and you want to see their kids and whatever, you want all of that stuff to happen, then you've got to start putting yourself at number one.Lesley Logan 0:15  Welcome to the Be It Till You See It podcast where we talk about taking messy action, knowing that perfect is boring. I'm Lesley Logan, Pilates instructor and fitness business coach. I've trained thousands of people around the world and the number one thing I see stopping people from achieving anything is self-doubt. My friends, action brings clarity and it's the antidote to fear. Each week, my guest will bring bold, executable, intrinsic and targeted steps that you can use to put yourself first and Be It Till You See It. It's a practice, not a perfect. Let's get started.  Lesley Logan 0:56  All right, Be It babe. Okay. I'm excited. I am so excited for you to listen to this conversation. It was more than I ever expected. So when I met today's guest, I was like, yeah, I want to talk about this. This is great. This is exactly what I want to talk about. And just my schedule is kind of crazy so I couldn't talk to her until today. And today–the day that we're recording it–is the three-year anniversary of the podcast, and so super, just so exciting, and to be able to have this conversations, honest conversation that is really for the ladies who are listening, but if you are a male listening, thank you. And there are women listening in your life, there are women in your lives, and I think it's really important that you hear this and then also you share this with them. So we are going to talk a lot about self love and achieving and also people-pleasing. And today's guest is really just an expert in really helping you work internally on yourself. But a lot of times people work with her because of external stuff. So it's just great. It's amazing. Get ready to hit rewind a couple of times. I remember when Oprah goes, that's a tweet. Tweet, when Twitter was new, she's like, that's a tweet. Tweet. Like, I just want to go this is like, hold on. I just need, like, there's a Be It mic drop moment. We'll have to come up–send in your suggestions for these things. But I just really, absolutely love today's interview, and I cannot wait for you to hear our guest's amazingness. So here is Whitney Prude. Lesley Logan 2:17  All right, Be It, babe. I'm really excited to have this conversation today. I've met Whitney, our guest today, a while back, and I just really love the mission she's on and her tips and advice that she has, so I'm excited to share that with you. Whitney Prude is our guest. Can you tell everyone who you are and what you rock at? Whitney Prude 2:31  Well, thank you, first of all, for having me. Like you said, I'm Whitney Prude. I am a Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist and I'm also a certified health and wellness coach and a certified nutrition coach. So what do I rock at? Well, I try to crush it at all of those things where I have certifications. Lesley Logan 2:51  Should I be calling you Dr. Prude? Am I supposed to be calling you– or Dr. Whitney? Whitney Prude 2:57  I don't know. It feels a little uncomfortable to me. I don't need to be called doctor. I mean, I am a doctor, but it feels kind of weird, because medical doctors are called doctor and so it's always like, just call me Whitney. I don't want to, you know, but yes, I do have a doctorate degree. I'm a pharmacist, but I'm not currently working as a pharmacist. I've kind of stepped away, and I'm working full-time in my business, and it's been a fun journey.Lesley Logan 3:20  That's amazing. Okay, I just want to like shout out. And maybe I'm ignorant, but you worked at the Mayo Clinic for many years. Like, don't we consider the Mayo Clinic is, like, the top the best of the best, right? Like, this is where everyone goes. Like, yes, don't be so humble. Like you, you, you've done some amazing work in the medical field. And then the fact that I love that you mentioned certified against the health and wellness and the nutrition, because so many people, they have certificates, not necessarily certification. So what drew you to in the being a pharmacist to also then going after these other educations and these other areas of expertise?Whitney Prude 3:58  Yeah, good question. I never intended on doing what I'm doing right now. That was not it wasn't in my plan. I never imagined that I would be a business owner. I never imagined that I would be a coach. It wasn't in my plan. My dream was to be a pharmacist. I worked my whole life to be a pharmacist. I had decided, since I was in high school, to be a pharmacist, and I became a pharmacist. I worked in pharmacy for about eight years before I stepped away to do my own business. But that was my dream, that was my goal, and life had different things in mind for me. I don't know if you want to dive into my story. I'm happy to if you'd like me to, but.Lesley Logan 4:34  Yes. If you're willing to share it I love our listeners to hear first of all, to be honest that it wasn't in your plan. Sometimes I'm like, do we need to have plans? But then yes, because, like, a plan is a road map, and if you're willing to allow yourself to go on an adventure, then you'll eventually get to somewhere better than what you could have imagined from your first plan. So, but I would love if you're willing to share. Whitney Prude 4:56  Yeah, 100%. I think it is important to have a roadmap to think, you know, to have a goal is something that you want to get to, a dream, whatever, right? And you can work full force to get to that. But the reality is, is that things don't always turn out how we plan them. And when life happens, sometimes we have to make shifts, and we have to learn how to make the best of what we've got. So that was my story, basically, when I I mean, really, to give you kind of a full understanding, let me go back even to when I was a teenager, because I think it kind of starts at this point. When I was 16 years old, my parents went through a divorce, and it was, I mean, at that point in my life, but, you know, I'm a teenager, it's already hard to handle life, to manage life, but my world crumbled. Everything that I knew was a solid foundation for me, relationships that were closest to me, everything just crumbled beneath me, and at that point, I remember very vividly having two pathways of like I can decide to rebel and let this be my excuse for going down one path, or I can make a decision to not let this destroy me and to continue to follow my dreams. And I remember very vividly making that decision, but what I did when I made that decision is that I started to bury the pain and the hurt and basically try to survive like humans do, and just move forward, but I really buried everything in business, the busyness, in trying to accomplish my dream of becoming a pharmacist. Lesley Logan 6:23  Yeah, I'm sure no one listening knows what that is. All of our people are perfect. They don't over-achieve at all.Whitney Prude 6:31  They don't over-achieve and they don't bury their pain. They address everything as they come, they process everything. So, yeah, I'm human, right? And it actually took me a long time to accept that I was human and that I actually wasn't okay as I was burying all of those things. I did it for several years, and then I pushed myself through pharmacy school. And pharmacy school is literally the hardest thing that I've ever pushed myself through, because it just pushes you beyond, like, what, what survivable human, human limitations should be because it's just so demanding, and it really pushed me past my limits of what I could cover up. I couldn't cover up the pain anymore, and I just started having like these emotional meltdowns, like on a very, very regular basis. And essentially, I pushed myself to a point where I just, I crumbled. I came home from school one day I was completely exhausted. I felt like a zombie, nearly. I had so much studying I still had to do, and there was just this day where I crumbled to the floor and I just sobbed and I sobbed and I sobbed and I sobbed. I just I laid there, and it was just like I was completely broken. And that was really the, the turning point in my life where I was like, okay, I'm not okay. I can't cover it up anymore. I'm not okay. And so I started going to therapy. I started reading every self-help book possible that you know, that I could find. I was like, okay, I gotta do something, right? But the reality is I did get through pharmacy school, I got through residency, and I got this job at the Mayo Clinic. You know, it's like, oh, dream come true it's like, everything's fine, but the problem was, is that I had pushed myself too far, and I had pushed myself too hard, and I ended up developing an autoimmune disease about nine months into my job. Lesley Logan 8:20  Oh my gosh. Whitney Prude 8:21  So I had, yeah, nine months in, I had $200,000 of debt, student debt, hanging over my head and I couldn't use the computer. I was (inaudible) my whole job. I couldn't use the computer. I had a lot of limitations, a lot of restrictions. It's like, oh, you know, everything. I just need to let it heal my wrists and stuff will be fine. And that wasn't the case. I never came off of those restrictions. My limitations never changed. I couldn't do my job in the way that I ever you know, that I had imagined it being I was on disability, and at that point, I was like, what do I do now? How do you ever pay this loan off if I can't keep working as a pharmacist? And so that's where I started, you know, I was like exploring well, what would I do if I wasn't a pharmacist and I wanted to be a public speaker, and kind of, with that came coaching, and so that's when I started to explore some other things. But ultimately, what I decided I wanted to do, there's this, and I think that this maybe will be beneficial for some listeners, but I tried to find other people that could be inspiring to me, people that I knew had chronic illnesses, but I hadn't really looked into it very much. And one of the celebrities you can kind of hear more about their lives and stuff and so I came across Lady Gaga. I had never really been a fan of her before, but.Lesley Logan 9:35  Huge fan, huge fan, huge fan. (inaudible) I was at her first World Tour. Front row. Okay, anyways.Whitney Prude 9:46  And so, well, so I started listening to a lot of her interviews and stuff as she was talking about her chronic illness and she said something that was very, very powerful to me. And she said, "My pain really does me no good unless I can transform it into something that is." And so I took that to heart, and I said you know what, I am spending hours and hours and hours in bed every single day for months on end. And what I decided to do was to take that pain and all of this that I was dealing with. And I said, well, what I'm going to do is I'm going to turn it into a program to help people to avoid the pitfalls of what I have just gone through. I've lost so much of my life, so I'm going to now make it my life goal to help other people to avoid the pitfalls that I'm dealing with and have to deal with the rest of my life.Lesley Logan 10:34  Yeah. Oh, thank you for sharing that story and I love the idea of looking for people who inspire you who have similar issues, I think that is where people tend to also even go wrong in their inspiration. They pick someone out who has a different life than them, and they're like, I should be like them. That is a path. And it's like, I certainly don't want you to be inspired by other people outside, but also it's important for us to feel seen and heard and understood. And there have been people that I've compared myself to, and they inspire me as a female CEO. And it's like, yeah, they also had investors up the wazoo. We do not have the same life, we do not have the same abilities. I can have them as a North Star, but also like, can I be inspired by them, or should I find someone who's also gone through similar journeys, similar instances, similar growing up, so that I can feel a little bit more seen and also be inspired, because in spite of all of that, they have done other things. So that's really, really cool. So yeah, I mean, it's interesting. Like, autoimmunes are really–I was listening to Mindy Pelz and she was saying that the world we live in is killing women and more and more women have more autoimmune diseases than ever before, because of our society. And so it is true, because we push ourselves, because the way education systems are done is not anywhere in a way that is conducive to a cycle that a woman is going through and they're pushing this. And so you're inevitably going to have some sort of issue, whether it is a gut issue or an autoimmune issue. What are some of those things that you were telling people to like maybe be on the mind, watching out for that could be signs that could be affecting them or pushing them too far. And what are some of the things that you are doing to help people watch for those signs, or how we learn from your story so we don't end up in the same situation?Whitney Prude 12:18  Yeah, when I bring women into my program, I think some of the most common reoccurring things that I see, especially with women, is people-pleasing or we define ourselves as caretakers. And I think that also falls into being a mom. It's like when you're a mom, all of a sudden you have humans that are dependent on you to stay alive. And so a lot of times, we very much put ourselves on the back burner. So people-pleasing is a huge one. If you're taking care of everybody else, and if you're a yes woman, and you're saying yes to everybody else, but you don't have time to eat healthy, and you don't have time to exercise, and you don't have time to get enough sleep at night, those are key indicators that you're doing too much, that you're not taking care of yourself, that you've got to start switching your priorities and putting yourself at the top of your priority list, or you're not going to be able to keep showing up for those people. Lesley Logan 13:11  Yeah, so not at all what I expect you to say, and I'm loving it. I'm so grateful that you talk about people-pleasing and being too busy for self -care. There must be something in the moons, like I was talking to my girlfriend, and I don't want you to lose your train of thought. But I was talking to a girlfriend and she was like, I just don't have it in me to have that hustle. And I was like, you should see the morning routine I have so that I can do the job that I've created for myself that I love so much. And I was starting to feel like it sounded like luxurious and ridiculous. And then I was like, wait a minute, actually, no, this is what I need to be the best version of myself. There's nothing wrong with that. And I already tell people self-care isn't selfish care. So why is it, why am I thinking that I sound like it is selfish or luxurious. It's required. I need it. So I definitely, let's definitely get back to self-care in a moment. But thank you for bringing up people-pleasing because it is an epidemic. There's too many people who are people-pleasers, and it is costing us our lives. Whitney Prude 14:05  Well, and essentially, if you're a people-pleaser, you're very likely also an overachiever, like you're saying yes to way too many things, whether that's in the community or people you know, it's like at your kid's school, and they're asking you to do stuff, and then at church, they're asking you to do stuff, and then at work, they're asking you to do stuff, and if you're a yes woman, you're essentially overachieving. You're taking on everything, and you think that you're this rock star–in the long run, it's damaging, and it's going to show up. It's going to manifest when we push ourselves too hard internally, it is going to manifest, and usually it manifests in our physical health. So whether that's an autoimmune disease or it manifests in weight gain and bad diabetes, there's hundreds of ways that it can manifest, but the reality is, is that it will manifest. You cannot continue living like that the rest of your life and not have it lead to health issues. Lesley Logan 14:56  Yeah, yeah, everyone, rewind and re-listen to that again, because it is 100% my own experience. I also had student loans, but not, not nearly, not nearly what you had, but I also didn't walk out of it with a doctor degree and even a career. Liberal arts degree over here, everyone. I had a private school because that was smart. So that just means more expensive, everyone. So I was really trying to get out of this low-salary job and do what I loved, and I love doing it. So I told myself, it's fine that I'm working seven days a week because I love what I'm doing. And that was the overachiever in me. And what was happening is like my gut system was shutting down and I got dangerously underweight, and not because I wasn't eating, but because I wasn't digesting, absorbing nutrition. So my body was just not doing well and Facebook is showing me videos and pictures that I posted 10, 15, years ago, and I was like, that girl is, I can see how unhealthy she is. I could see it. I didn't see it then, because I'm just going and going and going and, like, living L.A. life where I have a 45-minute commute, and you just do that because that's the range you can afford. You just keep pushing and at some point you can't push anymore. And the problem is, is that now you're in a worse position, because it's actually harder to get out of that health situation than if you had made change, if I had made changes at the first signs of things. But no one told me–I think what the issue is and I think this is where listeners might also–I did seek help for some of the signs, and no one said, Hey, tell me about your workload. Tell me about, let's talk about a day in the life of you. Do you feel like you have time like, tell me about, what are you doing for? How's your sleep? No doctor was like asking me those things. And I do think that if someone had just actually put a mirror into my face, like you are actually not doing enough sleep, you're not, enough self-care, that I may have been able to shift it sooner. So I'm just wondering, like that's your experience as well.Whitney Prude 16:54  Oh yeah, 100% it's like when you do start noticing things like, where do we go? What do we do? We go to the doctor. And there's nothing wrong with going to the doctor, but the reality is that in the medical field, right? You're going to come in and they're looking at symptoms, and they're going to try to find a way to treat it, but we're not looking at what has driven us here. Why are we here? How do we make changes to actually change our lifestyle? A lot of it, you could reverse some of it, you can't, which is unfortunate, and you may require treatment, but we're not looking at the underlying root causes. And one of the things that I'm very, very passionate about is that usually, so if you look at people like, okay, we're people-pleasers, we're overachievers, we're perfectionists, whatever those things are, right? Whatever it is that we're pushing ourselves backwards and we're trying to please in the world. We're trying to, we're trying to feel worthy. We're trying to feel like we're enough. We're trying to feel loved. Well, where does this usually come from? The majority of it comes from our past. We go through our past and we're treated in a certain way, and there is no parent that is going to 100% meet your needs. Yeah, it's just not possible. They're human too, right? And so there's always going to be things where we don't feel good enough, or where we weren't recognized, or maybe only when we would really high achieve that's only the time that we were recognized. So now we're like, well, if I do everything perfect, then I can be loved and I can be good enough. And so we develop, over our lives, we develop these beliefs about ourselves, we develop these coping mechanisms, and they're all subconscious. Our brain does it on its own of like, how do we get this satisfaction out of the world that we need, essentially, and so we start doing all of these things in our lives to try to feel good enough and nobody ever teaches us how to show up for ourselves so that we can meet our own emotional needs and feel good enough inside of ourselves, so that we don't need any of that stuff. And none of that is ever going to be addressed when you go to the doctor. Never, never, never, never. It's the underlying cause for the majority of why people start getting sick.Lesley Logan 19:10  Oh my gosh. And for everyone we're not advocating, don't go the doctor, obviously, like, but we even have a female telemedicine that's a sponsor, so I love them. But also, just getting your symptoms treated is not the same as going, how did I get here in the first place? And so do you have tips for us, for the people who are listening, like, how do I meet my own needs? Or is this something that it obviously can't just be like three things and like, we've all nailed it. Obviously it takes coaching with you. But what are some areas we can see we're not meeting our own needs? Maybe that's a better way of looking at it. Whitney Prude 19:40  I mean, the first thing that I would say, and I like to challenge people to do this, just in general, if you sit down and write down your top five priorities, one through five. Okay, everybody sit down, write down your top priorities. Now the majority of people, when I have them, write down their top five priorities. At the end I ask, "And where are you on that list?" Nobody, almost no one puts themselves on that priority list. And where should you be and your health be on that priority list? It should be number one. Now everybody feels like that is selfish and it's 100% not selfish. It is essential. So you need to be at number one if you want to show up for your kids, if you want to show up for your husband, if you want to be here in 20 years when you have grandkids and you want to see their kids and whatever. You want all of that stuff to happen, then you've got to start putting yourself at number one. So you move yourself up to priority number one. You shift your kids down, you shift your husband down, you shift your work down, you shift everything down. And even, you know, some people are like, oh, no, well, God is most important. I have to do all this stuff for God, even that you cannot show up in this world and fulfill your true purpose for God if you are not prioritizing yourself and your health? So it doesn't matter. All of this stuff, you have to shift it down on the priority list, and you have to put yourself as number one. And when you start putting that into your focus every single day, it's like, well, have I met my own needs today? And people are bombarding you and asking you for all this stuff. If you haven't met your own needs, then the answer is no. You've got to start saying no. Lesley Logan 21:24  Oh my gosh, thank you for saying that. I've heard only one other person ever say, and this is not to knock men, but he was a male saying kids are number three. And I was like, I just feel like he gets away with that. He can say that, and every mom is not listening to that. They're, you know what I mean? They're not. They're putting the kids up first. And the relationship may be a second, but probably not. And honestly, he's like, you have to take care of you. And then if you have a partner, your partner's taking care of them, that's great. Then together, there's some way of making income, and the income is what fuels the payments for all the things. And then there's other people in your life, your children, family, other stuff. And he's like, it's gonna sound awful, but you can't provide for them if you don't take care of you, and you can't be there for them if you haven't made a way of providing. So it's like very difficult for people to understand. And I'm gonna get so many people saying kids should be number two. Obviously, if you have an infant, take care of the infant. But it'll be easier to take care of the infant if you've taken care of you before having the infant. And it's easier for your kids to be in a household where they have needs met, if the person who's meeting their needs has taken care of their own. It's just I don't like I used to teach so many moms that come in the school's asking to show up for things. They've got to do this thing for the household. The neighbor needs this. So all these different things, and they're talking about this in their session that's for them. And I was like, so this is like, for you. So like, maybe we, like, just, can we just, like, close the world off for a moment, this is actually for you. And when I kept telling them, like, we're doing this for you, so you could do all those things. I had those women coming three and four days a week, because it was the thing that they could tangibly feel was for them, it was like, why they were coming in, and it gave them the energy to do all this other stuff. And it's really cool. And we do have to remind people, we say this all the time on the podcast, which is why I'm, like, obsessed with you already, is like self-care is not selfish care. It is essential for you to be around. And the other unfortunate thing is, all the stuff that we do for self-care can feel very luxurious, like that's a word I mentioned, because you won't ever know what it prevented you from getting. You're not going to make it to the end and go, whoop, didn't get that autoimmune disease. Like you won't know because you did the things to prevent the burnout or the diseases or the illnesses, we don't get that information, so we tend to forget the self-care stuff when life gets hard. Whitney Prude 23:49  Yep, I think another important point to make as well is like, we talk about self-care, and I'll ask people like, do you genuinely love yourself? And they're like, oh yeah, well, I spend money, I buy myself clothes, I go get my nails done, I take care of myself, and I'm like, yes, but do you genuinely love yourself? Like self-love and self-care are two different things, right? So we have this element of are you showing up for yourself physically? Are you doing the things, you know it's like you're eating healthy? Are you exercising? Are you showing up for yourself physically? But on the flip side, and this is another thing that a lot of people miss, are you showing up for yourself emotionally? And do you know how?Lesley Logan 24:32  I think everyone just stopped and didn't know how to answer that. How did you learn that? Because I can't I mean, obviously that's something you had to learn, because you know, I'm not going to say you don't burn out if you love yourself, because I'm sure there's always room for an option, but I definitely think you would know it sooner than later. How did you learn that? How did you learn to self-love? How do you help people do that? Whitney Prude 24:56  Well, so my experience through this journey and my own self-love journey is kind of interesting. And you know, some people, anyone that's raised in like a pretty religious environment, could potentially relate. But within religion, there's a lot of expectations, and you're either doing the good things and meeting the expectations, (inaudible) or they're not, and you're not a good person, and you're a disappointment sort of a thing. It doesn't matter what religion it's like, these things exist, right? There are things that you're supposed to do and there are bad things. So for me, I had gotten, and it's not to say that the religion was bad in any sense of the word, but for me and my personality, I latched on to this of like, I can check the boxes and everyone thinks that I'm awesome, right, and it's praising me and I learned at one point in my life where my belief kind of started to, like, falter a little bit. I was like, wait a second, if I don't believe this and people aren't praising me, then, like, do I even freaking matter? Does anybody love me? Can I be loved, right? Like, if I'm not doing all of these things. Am I still lovable, or am I just this horrible, awful disappointment? And so I had to prove to myself, and I almost intentionally started doing the wrong things, because I had to prove to myself that it doesn't matter what I do or don't do, my worth doesn't change. And getting to the base of like, what's the value of a human being? Is value based on actions of how much you can accomplish? Or are you valuable because you are a living, breathing human being. It doesn't matter what you do or don't do. You're a unique individual that has value no matter what. And so my journey was associated with religion of like, where I felt this disappointment, because all of a sudden I was questioning like this, you know, this core belief that had brought me all of my self-worth, my whole life. And so then I had to start working to find myself like, well, can I be good enough? Can I be loved regardless? And I had to be the one that loved myself. I had to stop searching for all of these other people to fill that void. I had to start doing it for myself. Lesley Logan 27:06  Yeah, oh my gosh we could talk forever on I was raised in religion, and so we could talk forever about how that creates overachievers and this urge to always be doing and I think inherently, like, religion isn't bad. I think it's the way it's interpreted in people's bodies and emotions (inaudible) on them and so, yep, it's true, and it's interesting, because I don't know how much, even though I could quote some verses, which I'm not going to do that right now. But like, even though we are told that we are loved by the person we believe in, we are not taught to love ourselves the way that they love us, you know? And so going back to what you said at the beginning of this episode, it's like, how we are raised. Are we raising kids to love themselves? Are we teaching them that–I have a girlfriend who has her little girl, and she has like, little mirror things, and she's like, I'm beautiful and I'm loving, and she's doing this thing. She's like, I don't know if I (inaudible) in the mirror. And I'm like, I think it's really cool that she says, I'm beautiful and I'm loving, like she's having a whole little self-love moment every single day. Who cares what's in the mirror? You know? Like, I think that I didn't grow up like that. So we obviously know more today than we do. Every generation gets to have a little bit more insight. We get to learn from other people's journeys. But I think that is a really cool thing that we can all take away. Now that you are obviously now full time working for yourself and very aware of, like, why you're doing this and what you're doing. Who are you most excited to work with? And like, what brings you joy in doing this work? What are you hoping to help them achieve? And I hate the way I said achieved, like, helping them get or enjoy?Whitney Prude 28:39  Honestly, my favorite people to work with are women who don't know who they are, who are lost in their life. Because when they come into our program and they start digging, and it's hard to dig, you got to be brave, you know, and you got to say, okay, we're going to look inside, we're going to start paying attention to what my feelings are, and showing up and validating and recognizing that those feelings matter and that I deserve space in my own life. And so those women that come in and say, I'm not comfortable in my own skin, I don't really know who I am. Like I've lost myself. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to get out. Those are my absolute favorite people to work with, because when those women come into the program and we start digging and we start diving in, I mean, there's a lot of emotion, and there's a process that we take women through. They come because they want to lose weight, and they leave not even caring about the weight that they lost because they found themselves and they knew they know who they are and they're in control. They're able to now live a fulfilling life because they know how to show up for the woman that's staring back at them in the mirror. Those are one. 100% my absolute favorite clients to work with, because you just see this complete transformation. And it is absolutely incredible.Lesley Logan 30:10  I love that. Thank you for being so specific, because I do think there's a lot more people who are more aware that, like they're whelmed, like they're not, like they might not be overwhelmed, they're in the middle and they're kind of like, if you were to ask them, like, who are you really? Do you love yourself really? Those are some big questions that we don't have to face on a daily basis. Most people just ask us how we are, and they expect to say, I'm good, and then they get to know, I'm good too. Have a great day. Like, that's what most people expect. So most people are not asking themselves those big questions. And this is the Be It Till You See It podcast, and it's really hard to be it till you see it if you don't know who you are in the first place, it's a little bit difficult, you know? And so we've all been in places where, like, who am I really and where am I going? And like, do I matter? And am I lovable? And those are big questions that don't get answered overnight, but you do the work like your clients, or that you're saying your clients do, and then you get on the other side, and not only have the benefits of shedding weight in your instance, but also your client's sense, but also knowing exactly who you are and why you matter and what matters to you. So easy for us to focus on the outside. I need to fix this about me on the outside, and it's always, there's always an internal thing that is the root of it.Whitney Prude 31:23  If you think about, and this is, and I just say weight loss, just because, yeah, that's what, what brings a lot of people in, into my program. But if you think about someone so they want to reach a goal, right? They're like, okay, I want to lose 20 pounds. We don't like how we look. We want to get the scale down. Like, the motivation is very external, okay, but if you can take that motivation and you transition it from external to internal, and you get yourself to a point where you genuinely love yourself and you honor yourself, and you respect yourself, and you make yourself a priority, okay, so now it's coming from inside of yourself, then why do you eat healthy, and why do you exercise, and why do you get enough sleep? You do all of those things not because you want to change the scale. You do them because you genuinely care about yourself, you care about your body, you care about who you are, you care about how you feel like it all comes from inside of you, and it doesn't matter if the scale changes three pounds. Who cares now, right? You're gonna keep doing these things no matter what because you care about you. ,Lesley Logan 32:26  Yeah yeah. I think that's like, that's so good. I've been asking people what they do for self-care. I'm like, here's what I do for self-care. Like, what do you do for self-care? And I was on another person's podcast this week, and she's like, I got my nails done for self-care. Like, what do you do? And I'm like, prioritize my sleep. I try to drink enough water every day, you know, I make sure I'm feeding myself before I'm angry. I move my body intentionally for how my body is feeling that day, because I know I will be thankful tomorrow. I said, then, yes, I have a cold punch and I have a red light and I've got all these extra things, but like, the other thing that is listed are mostly free, if not things you are already buying at the grocery store as it is. So like, how you're choosing to see them. And I think people don't realize that they have control over self-care without changing that much in their schedule. It can be more intentional about when they go to bed and what they do before bed, and what they're feeding themselves with. And it's so easy to say that because I know how badly I felt when I wasn't making those intentional decisions, because I wasn't loving myself and I wasn't caring for myself. I said I'll do that tomorrow. Oh, when I have more time or I have my money, then I'm more deserving when I've done this, and I'm more deserving of x and y things, and it's actually like your future person is deserving of it now, but that it comes with self-love, like you said. Oh, cool stuff. Whitney. Okay, we're gonna take a brief break and we're gonna come back and find out where people find you, follow you, work with you and your Be It Action Items. Lesley Logan 33:54  All right, Whitney, where can people connect with you more if they want to dive in deeper with you? What do you got for us? Whitney Prude 33:58  Yeah, the best place to connect with me, first of all is on Instagram. You can always message me on Instagram. My Instagram is @mywholeandhappylife. Just send us a message. We're always in Instagram responding to messages. Happy to answer any questions. Lesley Logan 34:14  Amazing. Okay, you have given us a lot to ponder already. So I'm just gonna say, like, the transcripts of this are gonna have some great questions for you to ask yourself. But we always love the for the overachiever, perfectionist, the action step that people can take to be uit till they see it. What bold, executable, intrinsic or target steps can we take? What do you have for us?Whitney Prude 34:34  So I think what kind of goes along with the conversation that we've had today in talking about helping women to really dive in and find themselves. The step that I would encourage people to take is to lean into the discomfort. Now, the reason that I say that is because if you want to change, change is uncomfortable. So. So your body will be telling you what you need to change, because it will feel uncomfortable. Maybe you don't express yourself, you don't share your feelings, and you feel uncomfortable. Your stomach drops. You're like, like, you know it's like our bodies often will tell us the things that we need to be working on, that we need to do, but we have to lean into that discomfort. We have to recognize it, and then we have to start forcing ourselves to actually do the thing that's uncomfortable. So then you have to start actually speaking up, whether it's like looking inside of ourselves, or if it's prioritizing ourselves, even when we feel selfish, that's uncomfortable. I have clients where it's like you have to schedule 10 minutes of nothing in your schedule. That is just time where you sit like you are just spending time with yourself. Put it in your schedule, on your calendar, non-negotiable. And it's almost overwhelming. They're like, I can't even comprehend spending that 10 minutes with myself, right? You have to start pushing yourself into that discomfort. So in talking about self-love, in talking about self-care, my action step would be to really plan that time for yourself, put it on your calendar, non-negotiable. Same time every day. This is your time, and you have to just sit in it, no matter how uncomfortable it is, start sitting in the discomfort and it will get more comfortable. But you have to get into the discomfort before you're ever going to make progress towards change. Lesley Logan 36:33  Yeah. I was just talking to some of the girls in my mentorship program, they're Pilates teachers, and they're like, yeah, my client complains it's uncomfortable. And I was like, so it's not painful, just like, No. And I'm like, well, then, yeah, it's uncomfortable. We're doing something different in her body. Like, no, we need to it's okay to say. It's okay. It's okay to be uncomfortable. Not everything is comfortable in life, changing our strength, changing our alignment, changing our posture, is going to be uncomfortable because it is different than what we are used to. Pain is a different story, and so it's just really funny, because we all want the thing or the goal or the achievement or whatever it is, but to get there, because we don't have it now, it's going to take some discomfort and changing who we are to be there. So I love that. It's great. It's great. Whitney, you're awesome. This has been a wonderful conversation. I'm fired up. I'm excited. I am definitely checking myself on my self-love after this, what a great thing to just do a check in on everyone. How are you gonna use these tips in your life? Please let us know. Make sure you tag Whitney and her team and let them know how this episode affected you. And if you are needing more of this. Reach out to Whitney, because obviously, like, wow, definitely struck some good chords in here. And until next time, Be It Till You See It. Lesley Logan 37:49  That's all I got for this episode of the Be It Till You See It Podcast. One thing that would help both myself and future listeners is for you to rate the show and leave a review and follow or subscribe for free wherever you listen to your podcast. Also, make sure to introduce yourself over at the Be It Pod on Instagram. I would love to know more about you. Share this episode with whoever you think needs to hear it. Help us and others Be It Till You See It. Have an awesome day. Be It Till You See It is a production of The Bloom Podcast Network. 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Life often has a way of surprising us with challenges we never anticipated. Whitney's story is a testament to the human spirit's resilience and the power of transformation. As a teenager, Whitney experienced the pain of her parents' divorce, a moment that shattered the stability of her world. Instead of succumbing to the turmoil, she channeled her energy into a singular focus: to become a pharmacist. Whitney's journey was marked by determination and a refusal to let her circumstances define her. However, the facade of wellness she had built came crashing down in pharmacy school when the suppressed emotions from her past emerged, leading her to therapy and a road to healing. But just as she began to feel like she had made it, another unexpected bump appeared in the road. Whitney developed a crippling pain in her wrists, an early sign of the autoimmune disease that would soon turn her life upside down. From an active, adventurous life to being nearly bedridden, her story could have taken a turn towards despair. Yet, it didn't. Inspired by the stories of others, like Lady Gaga, who have transformed their pain into something powerful, Whitney began crafting a new chapter in her life. She developed a health transformation program, not just for herself but to help others navigate their own life's challenges. Throughout the episode, Whitney's tenacity shines through. Her insights on self-love, emotional resilience, and the power of choice offer listeners a roadmap for navigating their own bumps in the road. Her story isn't just one of overcoming; it's about redefining what's possible. Tune in to hear Whitney's full conversation, and let her journey inspire you to look at your struggles in a new light. Whether you're dealing with personal turmoil, health issues, or simply the weight of unmet expectations, there's wisdom to be gained from someone who's walked through the fire and emerged with a message of hope and empowerment. Listen now to discover how Whitney turned her biggest obstacles into stepping stones for a life filled with purpose and joy.   More at     What they're saying:   “This is a beautiful book about life, its imperfections, its challenges, and its joys. It is a book of hope and wisdom for all of us facing a bump in the road.” –Pragito Dove   “Pat has woven together beautiful stories of life setbacks that have been transformed into spiritual growth. This book is a gift and a must-read for souls experiencing pain and yearning for growth.”   –Gary Hensel   Learn more at   Follow Bump on: ➡️  ➡️  ➡️  ➡️  ➡️       

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Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of ‘65: Part 1 English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties. So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp. How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn't matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform, airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn't know for sure, and what went on between their legs was a complete mystery. Actually, in the mid sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as our interest was focused on breasts. We all longed to touch one, to feel its texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it. By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was something we were quite expert at. Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an island. It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn't really like that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a whole lot better. Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a female voice. “Shot anything then?” “No,” I replied. “I'm much better at hitting bottles than rabbits.” And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled. I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over the next few weeks actually became friends. We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent a lot of time in each other's company. We were the only two youngsters, of our age group, for miles around. Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like. It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks along with our fairly rudimentary picnic. We got into our craft, which was little more than a fibreglass rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in the water. I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What was it that was only just hidden by those shorts? I realised my thoughts were running away with me as I felt the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my mind of those silken thighs. It worked: just, and by the time we reached our destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was also very self assured, which I put down to her being a couple of yeas older than me. We ‘explored' the island, wandering through the deserted ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough, by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular. It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don't remember who made the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would certainly cool us. So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid July, but what had seemed like a great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session. We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was freezing. “Bit refreshing!” Said Jenna, as she made a few powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, “in fact a little too refreshing for me.” And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first. She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she passed me, I couldn't help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I'd never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was fascinated: too fascinated. “Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you.” “I wasn't.” I lied, somewhat unconvincingly. “You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!” “No really.” I blustered trying vainly to cover my embarrassment. I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I admit it: I fancied her but I wasn't about to ruin our friendship by being stupid. I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits. Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch, young tits. “Actually, I was. I'm sorry. You just took me by surprise. I'm really sorry. I'm such a wolly.” “Don't worry. It's no big deal. It's not as if I was naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything.” That, of course, sent the image of her standing there dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely little breasts like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What did a vagina look like in real life? My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with a bit of sunbathing. “Anyway, it's natural to be curious,” she continued, “it wouldn't be normal not to look.” The relief at being let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came out with. “So what do you call a man looking at a naked girl?” She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise and I failed to register that it was a joke. “Don't know.” “Anything you like! He's not listening.” She chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. “No peeking at my tits now.” “No of course not.” “Lying bastard!” “Jenna?” “Yea?” “How come you're so confident and relaxed?” “What do you mean?” “Well you just caught me ogling you and now you're making it a bit of a joke.” “Probably because you are a bit prudish.” “Prudish! Me?” “Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to deny it. I've got tits, you haven't, you're curious. So what's so wrong with that. Don't think I haven't taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula.” “Paula?” “Paula is my big sister. She's six years older than me and we chat. You know girl stuff.” “Mmmm?” “Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about girl stuff.” “Mmmmm?.” “I'll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about you.” “What sort of stuff?” “Well I'll tell you about my chats with Paula if you promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me, absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?” “Sure.” I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too curious to turn down such an offer. “Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just touching yourself.” I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at best, half naked describing her sister's sex life. The tension was nearly unbearable. “So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?” Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had agreed to play a truth game. “Do I have to answer?” I said, playing for time. “Of course you do. You promised. That was the bargain.” I summoned up my courage with all my strength. “Mostly breasts.” I said with a dry mouth. “You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy.” “Sorry, but you did ask.” Ducking what could be a very awkward moment. “Paula says she rubs Dave when she's on the curse. He plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and…….er by the way what do you call it? Your cock, your dick or what?” “Harry.” I said the first word that entered my head. She burst out laughing. “HARRY! You call it HARRY!” More peels of laughter. “No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or prick usually.” “Well from now on it's Harry to me.” And she dissolved into laughter again. “Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say 'How is Harry today?' Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that I'm talking about your cock. That's priceless!” “It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me about Paula.” “Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry'.” More laughter, “till he,……….you know,………. Jizes then touches herself until she's satisfied. So next question. How often do you play with Harry?” “What?” “You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how often?” “Quite a lot.” “Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an answer. Now give.” “Well, probably most days.” “Oh good, I'm normal then.” “What!” “Me too. So it's normal. I thought I might be over doing it, but it's such a delicious feeling I just can't resist.” This was getting out of control. I was having a conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our masturbation habits: bizarre. “Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?” I was definitely not ready for this question. “No, I haven't.” “Well you really out to. It's such a wonderful feeling having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time by our pool. "We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course. I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not particularly interesting.” “I'm not sure that's a good idea.” I croaked, lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna's bum would be far from 'not very interesting.' “Cowardy, cowardy custard. I tell you what, I'll take my bottoms off first if you promise me, on you honour, you will do it too.” And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got them off without revealing anything more intimate. “Your turn!” “Hang on. I never agreed to this.” “Well you didn't disagree: so you agreed. Now off with them or I'll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are.” This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating, and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic. I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the firmest, most rigid erection of my young life. “Good, isn't it?” She said and I had to admit that the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly naughty. “You know what happens next, don't you?” By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without waiting for an answer she continued. “We go skinny dipping!” My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out laughing. “Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your face was priceless. I told you you were a prude.” Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the trap. The words “I am not a prude.” Escaped my lips just as I realised what I had said. “Prove it!” “How?” “Show me Harry,” she chortled. “I will not!” “Prude!” “Well you're a prude too, lying there face down.” I retorted. “Not at all. I'll roll over if you roll over!” And I'd just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage. “You first!” I thought I'd gained the upper hand, but it was short lived. “No both together. On the count of three we both roll right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time to see anything: OK?” “Er……” “Prude!” “No. No. OK.” “One, two.” “No, stop. Stop. I'm not ready. Give me a second or two. Er……OK” “One, two, THREE!” The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are emblazoned on my memory for ever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small, pert, little tits, that were to become my favourite shape and size for ever. Such is the power of that first encounter. A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much information in the time available is a credit to the power of human observation, but register it did. I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny of Jenna's curious gaze. The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the ground and my stomach. Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle, but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes of breast and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin. I knew what was about to happen and had no way of controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state. You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly wise, because I had been closeted in a boys boarding school. Jenna was the first person from 'planet girl' I had really ever got to know. Somehow we had wound up sunbathing naked, face down of course, when Jenna trapped me into exposing myself while she did the same. By the time I was face down on the towel again I had seen my first real pair of tits, my first glimpse of female pubic hair and the whole experience had been too much for my teenage brain. I had ejaculated into my towel, with some considerable force, and was now lying on my flaccid cock in a damp patch of semen. “Are you OK?” She asked. “Yea fine,” I lied. “You just look worried all of a sudden.” “No I'm fine, honestly.” “I suppose we ought to be getting back.” And she wriggled into her bikini bottoms, fastened her top behind her back, stood up, picked up her towel and flicked me on the bum with it. “Ouch!” “Come on then, get Harry tucked away, and let's go.” I managed to get decent somehow, without exposing my obvious problem, and we puttered back towards home in our tiny craft. “That was a great afternoon.” She said,“ I really enjoyed it, and it was such fun to see your face when I suggested skinny dipping!” “Yes, well I'm glad you weren't serious.” “Are you really?” She said with that cheeky smile that showed off her dimples. “I bet you'd really enjoy it if you tried it. I do it all the time at home, it's such a delicious feeling. Just like the nude sunbathing but ten times better.” “Maybe next time.” I said with more confidence than I felt. “Ha ha!” Was all she said as we pulled in to the slipway where the boat was kept. We tidied up, turned the little boat upside down against the hedge to keep the rain out, and put the tiny outboard motor in the boat house. As we said our goodbyes she leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the cheek. I think I even blushed. “I really did enjoy it,” were her parting words. To be continued.. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of ‘65: Part 1 English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties. So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp. How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn't matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform, airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn't know for sure, and what went on between their legs was a complete mystery. Actually, in the mid sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as our interest was focused on breasts. We all longed to touch one, to feel its texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it. By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was something we were quite expert at. Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an island. It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn't really like that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a whole lot better. Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a female voice. “Shot anything then?” “No,” I replied. “I'm much better at hitting bottles than rabbits.” And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled. I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over the next few weeks actually became friends. We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent a lot of time in each other's company. We were the only two youngsters, of our age group, for miles around. Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like. It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks along with our fairly rudimentary picnic. We got into our craft, which was little more than a fibreglass rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in the water. I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What was it that was only just hidden by those shorts? I realised my thoughts were running away with me as I felt the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my mind of those silken thighs. It worked: just, and by the time we reached our destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was also very self assured, which I put down to her being a couple of yeas older than me. We ‘explored' the island, wandering through the deserted ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough, by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular. It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don't remember who made the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would certainly cool us. So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid July, but what had seemed like a great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session. We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was freezing. “Bit refreshing!” Said Jenna, as she made a few powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, “in fact a little too refreshing for me.” And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first. She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she passed me, I couldn't help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I'd never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was fascinated: too fascinated. “Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you.” “I wasn't.” I lied, somewhat unconvincingly. “You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!” “No really.” I blustered trying vainly to cover my embarrassment. I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I admit it: I fancied her but I wasn't about to ruin our friendship by being stupid. I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits. Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch, young tits. “Actually, I was. I'm sorry. You just took me by surprise. I'm really sorry. I'm such a wolly.” “Don't worry. It's no big deal. It's not as if I was naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything.” That, of course, sent the image of her standing there dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely little breasts like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What did a vagina look like in real life? My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with a bit of sunbathing. “Anyway, it's natural to be curious,” she continued, “it wouldn't be normal not to look.” The relief at being let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came out with. “So what do you call a man looking at a naked girl?” She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise and I failed to register that it was a joke. “Don't know.” “Anything you like! He's not listening.” She chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. “No peeking at my tits now.” “No of course not.” “Lying bastard!” “Jenna?” “Yea?” “How come you're so confident and relaxed?” “What do you mean?” “Well you just caught me ogling you and now you're making it a bit of a joke.” “Probably because you are a bit prudish.” “Prudish! Me?” “Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to deny it. I've got tits, you haven't, you're curious. So what's so wrong with that. Don't think I haven't taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula.” “Paula?” “Paula is my big sister. She's six years older than me and we chat. You know girl stuff.” “Mmmm?” “Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about girl stuff.” “Mmmmm?.” “I'll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about you.” “What sort of stuff?” “Well I'll tell you about my chats with Paula if you promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me, absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?” “Sure.” I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too curious to turn down such an offer. “Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just touching yourself.” I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at best, half naked describing her sister's sex life. The tension was nearly unbearable. “So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?” Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had agreed to play a truth game. “Do I have to answer?” I said, playing for time. “Of course you do. You promised. That was the bargain.” I summoned up my courage with all my strength. “Mostly breasts.” I said with a dry mouth. “You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy.” “Sorry, but you did ask.” Ducking what could be a very awkward moment. “Paula says she rubs Dave when she's on the curse. He plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and…….er by the way what do you call it? Your cock, your dick or what?” “Harry.” I said the first word that entered my head. She burst out laughing. “HARRY! You call it HARRY!” More peels of laughter. “No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or prick usually.” “Well from now on it's Harry to me.” And she dissolved into laughter again. “Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say 'How is Harry today?' Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that I'm talking about your cock. That's priceless!” “It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me about Paula.” “Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry'.” More laughter, “till he,……….you know,………. Jizes then touches herself until she's satisfied. So next question. How often do you play with Harry?” “What?” “You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how often?” “Quite a lot.” “Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an answer. Now give.” “Well, probably most days.” “Oh good, I'm normal then.” “What!” “Me too. So it's normal. I thought I might be over doing it, but it's such a delicious feeling I just can't resist.” This was getting out of control. I was having a conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our masturbation habits: bizarre. “Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?” I was definitely not ready for this question. “No, I haven't.” “Well you really out to. It's such a wonderful feeling having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time by our pool. "We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course. I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not particularly interesting.” “I'm not sure that's a good idea.” I croaked, lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna's bum would be far from 'not very interesting.' “Cowardy, cowardy custard. I tell you what, I'll take my bottoms off first if you promise me, on you honour, you will do it too.” And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got them off without revealing anything more intimate. “Your turn!” “Hang on. I never agreed to this.” “Well you didn't disagree: so you agreed. Now off with them or I'll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are.” This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating, and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic. I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the firmest, most rigid erection of my young life. “Good, isn't it?” She said and I had to admit that the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly naughty. “You know what happens next, don't you?” By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without waiting for an answer she continued. “We go skinny dipping!” My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out laughing. “Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your face was priceless. I told you you were a prude.” Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the trap. The words “I am not a prude.” Escaped my lips just as I realised what I had said. “Prove it!” “How?” “Show me Harry,” she chortled. “I will not!” “Prude!” “Well you're a prude too, lying there face down.” I retorted. “Not at all. I'll roll over if you roll over!” And I'd just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage. “You first!” I thought I'd gained the upper hand, but it was short lived. “No both together. On the count of three we both roll right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time to see anything: OK?” “Er……” “Prude!” “No. No. OK.” “One, two.” “No, stop. Stop. I'm not ready. Give me a second or two. Er……OK” “One, two, THREE!” The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are emblazoned on my memory for ever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small, pert, little tits, that were to become my favourite shape and size for ever. Such is the power of that first encounter. A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much information in the time available is a credit to the power of human observation, but register it did. I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny of Jenna's curious gaze. The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the ground and my stomach. Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle, but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes of breast and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin. I knew what was about to happen and had no way of controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state. You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly wise, because I had been closeted in a boys boarding school. Jenna was the first person from 'planet girl' I had really ever got to know. Somehow we had wound up sunbathing naked, face down of course, when Jenna trapped me into exposing myself while she did the same. By the time I was face down on the towel again I had seen my first real pair of tits, my first glimpse of female pubic hair and the whole experience had been too much for my teenage brain. I had ejaculated into my towel, with some considerable force, and was now lying on my flaccid cock in a damp patch of semen. “Are you OK?” She asked. “Yea fine,” I lied. “You just look worried all of a sudden.” “No I'm fine, honestly.” “I suppose we ought to be getting back.” And she wriggled into her bikini bottoms, fastened her top behind her back, stood up, picked up her towel and flicked me on the bum with it. “Ouch!” “Come on then, get Harry tucked away, and let's go.” I managed to get decent somehow, without exposing my obvious problem, and we puttered back towards home in our tiny craft. “That was a great afternoon.” She said,“ I really enjoyed it, and it was such fun to see your face when I suggested skinny dipping!” “Yes, well I'm glad you weren't serious.” “Are you really?” She said with that cheeky smile that showed off her dimples. “I bet you'd really enjoy it if you tried it. I do it all the time at home, it's such a delicious feeling. Just like the nude sunbathing but ten times better.” “Maybe next time.” I said with more confidence than I felt. “Ha ha!” Was all she said as we pulled in to the slipway where the boat was kept. We tidied up, turned the little boat upside down against the hedge to keep the rain out, and put the tiny outboard motor in the boat house. As we said our goodbyes she leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the cheek. I think I even blushed. “I really did enjoy it,” were her parting words. To be continued.. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

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In this episode of Hope Natural Health, Dr. Erin speaks with Whitney Prude about nutrition and meal planning. Whitney Prude is a practicing Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist (PharmD, BCPS), as well as a Mayo Clinic Certified Wellness Coach and Nationally Certified Health and Wellness Coach (NBC-HWC). Whitney is also certified in Medication Therapy Management and Pharmacogenomics.  She currently works part-time as an inpatient clinical pharmacist at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota where she has been for 7 years. She is a public speaker, entrepreneur, and CEO of Whole & Happy Living where she helps individuals truly transform their health from the inside out while also losing weight in a way that can be maintained long-term.   During this episode you will learn about: Whitney's 5 Step Power Plan to Whole Health Transformation Why women can't seem to lose weight even after multiple diets Whitney's best advice for those who want to make a change   Social Media -  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/whitneyprude FB: https://www.facebook.com/mywholeandhappylife/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/mywholeandhappylife/   Website - https://www.mywholeandhappylife.com/   For more info on Whitney's program -  https://learn.mywholeandhappylife.com/whole--happy-living-9574   Link to Testing: https://hopenaturalhealth.wellproz.com/ Link to Period Planner: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BBYBRT5Q?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860   For more on Dr. Erin and Hope Natural Health: Check out my Hormone Balancing Program: https://hopenaturalhealth.practicebetter.io/#/619ef36b398033103c7b6bf9/bookings?p=633b5cca8019b9e8d6c3518d&step=package Dr. Erin on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dr.erinellis/ Dr. Erin's Website: https://hopenaturalhealth.com/ Hope Natural Health on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChHYVmNEu5tKu91EATHhEiA Follow Hope Natural Health on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/hopenaturalhealth   naturopathichealth #hormonebalancing #period #periodreset #periodhelp #healthtransformation #weightloss #nutrition #mealplanning #wellnesscoach  

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Sermon Resources: 1. "Rethinking Sex: A Provocation," by Christine Emba 2. Washington Post Article on sex: https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2022/03/17/sex-ethics-rethinking-consent-culture/ 3. NYT Article on sex: https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/07/opinion/sex-consent-dating-boundaries.html 4. CNN Study on American sex lives: https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/12/health/young-americans-less-sex-intl-scli-wellness/index.html#:~:text=Young%20Americans%20are%20having%20less%20sex%20%E2%80%93%20and%20they%20can't,survey%20data%20from%20US%20adults. 5. Pew study on dating dissatisfaction: https://www.pewresearch.org/social-trends/2020/08/20/nearly-half-of-u-s-adults-say-dating-has-gotten-harder-for-most-people-in-the-last-10-years/ 6. “The bodily exposure that arouses and accompanies sex can be profoundly symbolic and powerfully healing if it's the concrete sign of what's happening in the whole relationship…Mutual disclosure and tender acceptance is not the activity of a moment but the fabric of a lifetime's weaving.” -John White, "Eros Defiled" 7. “Contrary to Mrs. Prude, sex is not a sin. Contrary to Hugh Hefner, it's not salvation either. Like nitroglycerin, it can be used either to blow up bridges or heal hearts.” -Frederick Buechner, "Wishful Thinking" 8. “I cannot keep a bird from flying over my head. But I can certainly keep it from nesting in my hair or biting my nose off.” -Martin Luther 9. “Chastity is a pro-love lifstyle, and therefore a virtue one needs whether single, married, old, or young. It is not something you need only when dating or surfing the internet; it is a quality of one's character, evident in all areas of life. It is a project of becoming a person with an outlook that allows one to selflessly appreciate good and attractive things--most especially bodies and the pleasures they afford--by keeping those goods ordered to the good of the whole person and his or her vocation to love. Christianity's fundamental question is, “How can my life--my thoughts, my choices, my emotional responses, my conversation, and my behavior--make me a person who is best prepared to give and receive love in relationship with others.” --Rebecca Konyndyk DeYoung, “Glittering Vices”

We're nearing the end of Torchwood Series 2 now, and today we're discussing "Adrift" and "Fragments" - along with the usual tangents!All links:https://www.linktree.com/abouttimecast

Whitney Prude is a highly skilled and dedicated board-certified clinical pharmacist with a doctorate in pharmacy from Roseman University of Health and Sciences. She is also a certified wellness authority, holding certifications as a Mayo Clinic Certified Wellness Coach and a nationally certified Health and Wellness Coach. Whitney is currently an inpatient clinical pharmacist at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, and the CEO of Whole and Happy Living, a company she founded to promote health and wellness through coaching, education, and medication review.   Whitney Prude shares her story of hope, starting from her teenage years when her parents went through a devastating divorce. She explains how she buried her emotions and focused on becoming a pharmacist, only to realize later that she wasn't as okay as she thought. Whitney opens up about her struggles with physical health, including chronic pain and autoimmune diseases, and how she decided to transform her pain into something that could benefit others. She discusses the importance of addressing mental and emotional wellness alongside physical health and highlights the need to get to the root cause of health issues rather than relying on quick fixes. Whitney also provides an overview of her Whole Health Transformation Program, which focuses on mental and emotional well-being, nutrition education, and customized plans for each individual.   Key Takeaways: Life doesn't always turn out as expected, and challenges can arise unexpectedly. Mental and emotional well-being are just as important as physical health in achieving overall wellness. Quick fixes and medications may have their place, but addressing the root cause of health issues is crucial for long-term success. The Whole Health Transformation Program emphasizes personalized nutrition education, mindful eating, and healing the body to achieve sustainable weight loss and overall health.   "Let's get to the root cause. Yes, there's a place for medications, and sometimes they're necessary, sometimes they're absolutely essential."   Get in touch with Whitney: https://www.mywholeandhappylife.com/ Instagram@mywholeandhappylife/ https://www.facebook.com/mywholeandhappylife/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/whitneyprude   Whitney's Free Offer: https://www.mywholeandhappylife.com/programs-2/   Get in touch with Jana and listen to more Podcasts: https://www.janashort.com/   Show Music ‘Hold On' by Amy Gerhartz https://www.amygerhartz.com/music.   Get the Best Holistic Life Magazine APP! One of the fastest-growing independent magazines centered around holistic living. https://issuu.com/store/publishers/bestholisticlifemagazine/issues/bhl_jan_2024_digital_v01a_copy Grab your gift today: https://www.janashort.com/becoming-the-next-influencers-download-offer/ Connect with Jana Short: https://www.janashort.com/contact/

Hurricane H is excited to introduce you to Whitney Prude, a highly skilled and accomplished professional in the field of healthcare and wellness. As a practicing Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist (PharmD, BCPS), Whitney brings a wealth of knowledge and expertise to her work. Not only is Whitney a Mayo Clinic Certified Wellness Coach and Nationally Certified Health and Wellness Coach (NBC-HWC), but she is also certified in Medication Therapy Management and Pharmacogenomics. Her dedication to improving the lives of others is evident through her seven years of service as an inpatient clinical pharmacist at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. But Whitney's passion extends beyond her role as a pharmacist. She is a dynamic public speaker, an entrepreneur, and the CEO of Whole & Happy Living. At Whole & Happy Living, Whitney empowers individuals to achieve true transformation in their health from the inside out. Her holistic approach focuses not only on weight loss but also on long-term maintenance. With Whitney's guidance, you can navigate the complexities of your health journey and discover a path that leads to both happiness and wellness. Through personalized coaching and evidence-based strategies, she equips you with the tools you need to make lasting changes. If you're ready to take control of your health and embark on a journey of transformation, then look no further. Join us as we delve into Whitney Prude's expertise and learn more about her mission to help individuals live whole and happy lives. Make sure to subscribe to our channel for more insightful content and stay tuned for upcoming videos with Whitney. Together, let's transform our health and happiness! #health #happiness #transformation #pharmacist #coach #CEO #WholeandHappyLiving #wellness #mindfulness #selfcare #inspiration #motivation #positivevibes #holistichealth #selflove #selfimprovement #lifestyle #nutrition #fitness #meditation #success#healingjourney #transformation #empowermentjourney #selfhealing #personaltransformation #selfgrowth #mentalhealthawareness #selfcarejourney #findingstrength #selfempowerment #selflovejourney #selfdiscovery #mentalwellness #mindbodyhealing #growthmindset #emotionalhealing #innerstrength #positivemindset #selfimprovement #selfhealingjourney  https://info.mywholeandhappylife.com/info2023

Dequishia Prude Wheeler, the owner and founder of Prude Legacy Law Group PLLC. Prude Legacy Law Group is a premiere modern law firm focused on providing business and estate planning services to communities of color. She talks to us passionately about her practice and the importance for all of us to understand the basics of ESTATE PLANNING. This episode is for ALL OF US! Black, White, Asian, Latinx. This is for all of us! Married, Single or Divorced! Deneshia and Joi feel that Dequishia came to the studio to teach us so much about the importance of planning what happens to your body and your stuff when you die! Listen to this! Share with a friend! And if you need Dequishia's services visit her website! She works statewide and nationwide! https://prudelegacylaw.comLet us know what your TAKEAWAYS are in the comments!

Hurricane H is excited to introduce you to Whitney Prude, a highly skilled and accomplished professional in the field of healthcare and wellness. As a practicing Board Certified Clinical Pharmacist (PharmD, BCPS), Whitney brings a wealth of knowledge and expertise to her work. Not only is Whitney a Mayo Clinic Certified Wellness Coach and Nationally Certified Health and Wellness Coach (NBC-HWC), but she is also certified in Medication Therapy Management and Pharmacogenomics. Her dedication to improving the lives of others is evident through her seven years of service as an inpatient clinical pharmacist at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. But Whitney's passion extends beyond her role as a pharmacist. She is a dynamic public speaker, an entrepreneur, and the CEO of Whole & Happy Living. At Whole & Happy Living, Whitney empowers individuals to achieve true transformation in their health from the inside out. Her holistic approach focuses not only on weight loss but also on long-term maintenance. With Whitney's guidance, you can navigate the complexities of your health journey and discover a path that leads to both happiness and wellness. Through personalized coaching and evidence-based strategies, she equips you with the tools you need to make lasting changes. If you're ready to take control of your health and embark on a journey of transformation, then look no further. Join us as we delve into Whitney Prude's expertise and learn more about her mission to help individuals live whole and happy lives. Make sure to subscribe to our channel for more insightful content and stay tuned for upcoming videos with Whitney. Together, let's transform our health and happiness! #health #happiness #transformation #pharmacist #coach #CEO #WholeandHappyLiving #wellness #mindfulness #selfcare #inspiration #motivation #positivevibes #holistichealth #selflove #selfimprovement #lifestyle #nutrition #fitness #meditation #success#healingjourney #transformation #empowermentjourney #selfhealing #personaltransformation #selfgrowth #mentalhealthawareness #selfcarejourney #findingstrength #selfempowerment #selflovejourney #selfdiscovery #mentalwellness #mindbodyhealing #growthmindset #emotionalhealing #innerstrength #positivemindset #selfimprovement #selfhealingjourney  https://info.mywholeandhappylife.com/info2023

Leslie and I discuss patriarchy, sexual mores, and play a game of "Lacuna" Support our work: https://www.paypal.me/benjaminboyce https://cash.app/$benjaminaboyce https://www.buymeacoffee.com/benjaminaboyce --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/calmversations/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/calmversations/support

In today's episode I am speaking with the absolutely wonderful Whitney Prude. Whitney is a Pharmacist and Health Coach and is on a mission to help others to deeply transform and feel amazing in your beautiful self, long-term, body and mind. Whitney shares her own story from burying her emotions in over-achieving and over-doing which resulted in a complete emotional and physical breakdown to taking a deep dive into mind-body connection and her own healing journey. Whitney now shares her experiences and knowledge with others and supports them on their journeys to happier, slimmer, healthier and more empowered version of themselves. This episode is a must-listen for you, if you are serious about making long lasting changes to your own health, wellbeing or weight-loss journey.Links:Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/mywholeandhappylife/Website: https://www.mywholeandhappylife.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mywholeandhappylife/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/whitneyprude/If you are keen to explore with me how you can reset your body and mind and live your best life feeling and looking amazing then please don`t hesitate to contact me via any of my social media channels or my website or book your 30-minutes free strategy call with me here: https://www.ithriveforhealth.com/podcastfreebies/I am looking forward to empowering YOU!

Join host Michael Rearden in this enlightening episode of "Coaching In Session," as he delves into health coaching with special guest Whitney Prude. Whitney's remarkable journey from a painful past to becoming a health coach is a testament to the power of resilience and transformation.Whitney Prude's story begins with the devastating blow of her parents' divorce during her teenage years. Faced with feelings of abandonment, hurt, and brokenness, she turned to overachievement as a coping mechanism, determined not to let her pain hinder her dreams. Pursuing her ambition to become a pharmacist, Whitney believed she had successfully buried her inner struggles. However, the dam of buried emotions eventually burst during her pharmacy school years, leading to an emotional breakdown that marked the start of her transformative journey.Through years of therapy, self-discovery, and unwavering resilience, Whitney began to heal the brokenness within herself. She graduated from pharmacy school and secured a position at the renowned Mayo Clinic, seemingly reaching the pinnacle of her success. But life had different plans. Chronic pain, fatigue, and a debilitating autoimmune disease forced Whitney to confront the consequences of neglecting her well-being in pursuit of success. Today, Whitney Prude is not only a living testament to the resilience of the human spirit but also a beacon of transformative change, even in the face of adversity. In this episode, she shares her insights and expertise as a health coach with a focus on mental well-being, offering valuable advice on how to heal, transform, and take control of your life.Tune in to "Coaching In Session" with Michael Rearden and special guest Whitney Prude for an inspiring conversation about the transformative power of health coaching.Whitney PrudeWebsite: www.Mywholeandhappylife.comFacebook: www.Facebook.com/mywholeandhappylifeInstagram: www.Instagram.com/mywholeandhappylifeLinkedIn: www.Linkedin.com/in/whitneyprude_________________________________________________________________________Michael ReardenWebsite: www.Revenconcepts.comReview and follow The Podcast On Your Favorite App: https://coachinginsession.buzzsprout.com/Subscribe: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1882580/supporters/newInterested in working with me? - Revenconcepts.com/memberships/Email Me: Coachinginsession@gmail.com----------------------------------Coaching, Mental Health, Health Coach, Resilience, Transformation, Adversity, Overcoming Pain, Emotional Healing, Personal Growth, Self-Discovery, Coping Mechanisms, Teenage Struggles, Chronic Illness, Autoimmune Disease, Career Change, Student Loan Debt, Mayo Clinic, Life Transformation, Therapy, Well-being, Inspirational StoriesSupport the show

In this riveting episode of Joey Pinz Disciple Conversations, we dive deep into the connection between joy, love, and personal growth with Rebecca Whitman.

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What happens when Luenell and Zach get booked to talk about sex on Good Morning America at 7 am? Does Dave Chappelle keep his promises? What are Luenell's deal breakers? Why have we gotten more Prude since the '70s? Did Luenell eff John Oates, or was it a look-a-like? What's a sex party like? How did Luenell's Only Fans start and how did she tell her kids? Does Luenell prefer a hairy guy? All this and more on this juicy episode of “After Hours.”

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Would you consider yourself a freak? Being freaky means you are open and willing to experiment and experience a variety of sexual activities.  That's what we are getting into this episode. Where do you scale on the levels of freaky? I'm joined by Andrea Lewis whom you may recognize from Degrassi or if you are a 90s baby then you may remember her for role in Cadet Kelly on the Disney Channel. Andrea's latest starring role is “Three Ways”  which you can watch now on Hulu.  I am also joined by Tyomi,  a sexologist and sex therapist with over 12 years of experience.  She specializes in unlocking pleasure for clients and has over 140 million views on her youtube channel and she's here to tell us about her definition of a freak. Thanks to the sponsors of this episode! Hello Fresh! Try out America's #1 meal kit for yourself! Get 50% off plus free shipping! https://www.hellofresh.com/50lovers Zocdoc Download the app for free and find yourself a top-rated doctor! https://www.zocdoc.com/lovers Follow Shan: https://www.instagram.com/shanboodram https://www.tiktok.com/@shanboody https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSE2Lr9RfYXiFtiX1jk5qng loversfriendspodcast@gmail.com Follow Andrea:  https://www.instagram.com/andrealewis https://www.instagram.com/blackbeautyeffect/ Watch Three Ways on Hulu:  https://www.hulu.com/movie/three-ways-7afd18f4-5b2c-4097-b532-bd956aa21bd4 Follow Tyomi:  https://www.instagram.com/realglamazontyomi/ https://www.youtube.com/glamerotica101

Adult film star Jordan Maxx. Masturbating with your mind. Everything you've ever wanted to know about award-winning vaginas. The 93X Half-Assed Morning Show - Originally aired Thursday, July 27, 2023. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In honor of Pride month, Tay attempts to be a poster-child for open sexuality. But... can someone who's never masturbated really hold that badge of honor? She's out and she's proud and she's prude!   Episode Sponsor:   Each natural diamond promises a more sparkling future for generations to come. Discover so many more natural diamond truths at naturaldiamonds.com/thankyou   Produced by Dear Media