Podcasts about pursing

‘Tis the season for giving. By TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 7:16 am The door from the bathroom swung open, spilling steam into the dim blue rays of light sneaking in through the blinds. Wrapped in a towel, Shauna strode into her dorm room, feet sinking into the carpet as she padded across the floor. Pausing at the window she pulled the cord to raise the blinds, bathing the room in the soft glow of an overcast Michigan dawn. A dusting of snow covered the glazing. About an inch drifted on the ledge outside. Beyond and several stories down a lone figure rounded onto the back straight of the athletic track. Shauna leaned in, her breath fogging the glass. She poked two dots and underlined them with a curve. Smiled at the new face smiling back at her. It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning.She unhooked the towel and tossed it over the back of the chair parked under the desk. The cool air plucked at her nipples and sapped the heat from her skin. She skimmed her hands around the bulge of her breasts, across her taut tummy and the arc of her ass. Appraising her profile in the mirror she nodded. Spin class and yoga really paid off this year. From the top drawer of the dresser, she picked out white lace panties and drew them up over toned, creamy thighs. She paired them with red and white argyle knee socks and a soft strapless bra. Sifting through the hangers in the closet she settled on a flirty red A-line dress with wide shoulder straps and a length about mid-thigh. Not practical for the weather. But perfect for the mission. 7:32 am She capped the outfit with a fuzzy Santa hat and white-soled black Keds before returning to the mirror. She turned side to side and took a twirl, the dress flaring out before settling over her legs. Certainly the sexiest elf she'd ever seen. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. She would need to get going soon to make her deliveries. The schedule was tight. On any other Christmas Eve she'd still be asleep; tucked in tight and dead to the world in a quiet corner of her parents' six-bedroom McMansion in Traverse City. She'd get up around 10:00, meet her brother for lunch, then spend the afternoon serving food at a shelter across town before heading home for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner with her family. This year, dinner had been moved up to lunch – something about grandma and grandpa's flights. So volunteering was out. She was fine with it at first. But as the season ramped up and the holiday spirit infected her, she felt the need to replace it with something. Some way to give back. To spread a little cheer to those less fortunate this time of year. As 3rd floor RA for the co-ed dorm, she was privy to certain information. The administration realized not every student could make it home for the holidays. So the school remained open in a limited capacity, depending on the holiday and how many students remained behind. This year on her floor there were three. And since they were stuck there maybe she could celebrate with them before she left. She snatched a small white drawstring bag off her bed and slung it over her shoulder, the contents momentarily rustling about inside. Taking her key card from the dresser she slipped it into her bra and reached for the door. She paused, re-thinking, the lever rocking under her palm. Quickly, she picked it out and tucked it neatly into the back of a sock instead, before ducking out into the hall. 7:40 am Shauna stopped at Room 303. She gave her usual rata-tat-tat RA knock and shrugged the bag off her shoulder, holding the strap in the crook of her elbow. The corridor was weirdly quiet. No music or raucous conversation bleeding through the walls. She couldn't imagine having to spend the next week here under these conditions. A latch clicked in front of her, and the door creaked open. “Hey Ty,” she chirped, “Merry Christmas!” Ty seemed surprised by the greeting, then confused by her presence. He smiled. “Um…thanks. Merry Christmas to you too.” His eyes dipped – first to her cleavage, then to her legs – before rebounding to hers. He now seemed nervous too. “Can I come in for a minute?” “Uh…yeah, sure.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats he stepped aside. She glided past, her blonde curls swishing about her shoulders. Ty gently shut the door behind her. Shauna glanced around the suite. Open textbooks were strewn across the couch. Graph paper filled with notes littered the desk. The three computer monitors that typically flickered video games, now hosted row upon row of complex equations she didn't understand. Ambient techno pulsed softly through a pair of small speakers, and the room smelled faintly of Axe body spray. “I'm sorry,” he offered, “I wasn't expecting anyone today.” He was a freshman, so she'd only known him one semester. But he seemed like a good kid. Sure, he was disheveled, nerdy, and a little immature. But he was charming and considerate, and very bright – dedicated to keeping his name on the Dean's List. Didn't hurt that he was cute either. “That's okay,” she replied. “Santa knows it sucks having to be here over the holidays, so he got you a present.” She lowered the bag and reached inside, pulling out a deep green envelope with a silver star sticker sealing it shut. “Nothing big, just something to give you a break from…” she waved her arm toward the paper and monitors, “…this.” Cautiously he took the envelope, turning it over to find his name written neatly on the front. “Oh,” he said, “…thanks. That's…really nice.” A moment of awkward silence followed. “Go ahead,” Shauna prompted, “open it.” Ty shrugged. He peeled up the star and lifted the flap, extricating a Christmas card with a red-nosed Rudolph gracing the cover. He smiled as he opened it, eyes tracking back and forth across the page. Wedged in the crease was a white 3 by 5 note card. Flipping it right-side-up he discovered a sketch in black marker in the center. He froze, the smile fading, jaw dropped. He looked up at Shauna. Then back at the card. “Wait…,” he stammered, “is this…. Are you…. Is this for real?” Shauna raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Santa likes to make sure no one on the nice list gets left out.” Her gaze fell to his groin, dialing in on the growing bulge. There was the response she was hoping for. She hung the bag over the doorknob. Closing the distance between them she reached out and pinched the card in her fingers. “Why don't you get comfortable.” She set it on a textbook and slouched against the desk, waiting. Ty looked left, then right, unsure of what to do. Finally, he stepped back and eased himself down to the edge of his bed. Shauna placed her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart before kneeling between them. The tented fleece covering his crotch pointed directly at her. She smiled. Looked up. “You've done this before, right?” He paused a moment, then nodded vigorously. She wasn't convinced. But it didn't really matter. It might even help keep her on schedule. She gave him a shove, forcing him to recline and brace with his arms. Grabbing his sweats by the pockets she jerked at them until they pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang out, slapping his abdomen before swaying back to vertical. She wrapped it in her fingers, the whole head protruding from her fist. He puffed and shivered under her touch. Leaning forward she lowered her head. His body tensed. She raised her eyes to find his narrowed, his mouth rounded and dry. “Relax,” she cooed, “just enjoy it,” and slipped his dick between her lips. A breath rattled his chest. She felt the blanket cinch beneath them as his fingers gripped and pulled. First she teased the glans, undulating her tongue beneath, then around and over the top. His hips shot up to meet her mouth. She lightened her hold, welcoming him in deeper. She bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music – down on one and three, up on two and four. His cock was rock hard, curving into the roof of her mouth with each descent. He sighed, and groaned, and grunted; the tone and timbre of each growing more urgent with each passing minute. Shauna's free hand dove under her dress and between her legs, fingers plucking aside the damp lace and strumming the slick, smooth lips of her pussy. Her partners were usually more experienced. More restrained. It had been some time since one had responded with such virginal enthusiasm. And she found it to be quite the turn-on. She held her neck as steady as she could, relinquishing control of tempo and depth. Ty trembled, huffing air through gritted teeth. Shauna peeked to find his eyes closed, neck strained, deep blue veins pulsing through. Sensing the moment, her fingers left the base of his dick and curled around his balls. She tightened her lips to a gentle squeeze. Ty stalled. A guttural growl forced its way into the air. His eyes popped open wide and fixed on Shauna's. With a batting of lashes, she pushed down on his throbbing cock until the tip of her nose bumped his abdomen. A heartbeat later, torrents of warm, viscid cum spewed into her mouth. The jets struck the back of her palate, sloshing over her tonsils and sliding down her throat. She swallowed hard but couldn't keep up. Each burst seemed richer than the last, filling her cheeks and leaking from the corners of her mouth. Her own juices deluged her fingers in response; the squelching filling the gaps between Ty's staggered gasps. A dozen spurts later his orgasm subsided. Shauna held his cock a little longer, savoring its texture on her lips and the mild, distinct flavor of his seed. She moved with him as his hips sagged back to the mattress, sinking him deeper to the root of his erection. After one final gulp she sucked in her cheeks and lifted her head, teasing the remaining fluids from the head of his dick. He gawked at her, speechless. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in front of her. They gleamed in the light, strands of grool clinging to her knuckles as she separated them. Fixing on him she sucked each finger into her mouth, swabbing them clean before licking her lips. Ty's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed flat on the bed. Shauna giggled. Pushing off she rocked to her feet. She looked at him spread over the rumpled blanket, his penis twitching on his tummy. She nodded, pleased with herself. Sweeping her hair out of her face she took the gift sack from the doorknob and the note card from the desk, slipping the latter into the former. “Did you enjoy your present?” she asked, slinging the bag over her shoulder. Ty groaned a sigh, his satisfaction evident. A smile lit Shauna's lips. “Good,” she said, “that's great.” She made her way back to the door. “You know, Santa can't offer gifts like this to everyone, so…let's keep this between us, okay?” An arm raised and a hand approximated a wave before tumbling limp to the mattress. She took it as a yes. Catching her reflection in the window she adjusted her hat. “Merry Christmas Ty,” she said softly, before disappearing into the corridor. 8:05 am Snowflakes drifted past the tall narrow windows of the student lounge separating the north and south wings of the third floor. Curled up at the far end of the couch opposite the ping pong table, Shauna twisted the cap off a bottle of diet soda and took a sip. Pulling her phone from the bag she checked the time. Javon would arrive in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to finish her drink. She stretched out across the cushions and downed another swig. This one excited her more than the others. She and Javon were casually acquainted. Though both juniors they rarely shared classes. But they saw each other often around campus; playing pool in the lounge, grabbing coffee at Starks, or stocking up on dollar tacos Tuesday nights at Frankie's. And always, always flirting. Nothing ever came of it, unfortunately. He was putting himself through school and the scholarships just weren't enough. So he needed to work a lot. Every chance he got he'd bank some overtime or pick up an extra shift. That didn't leave much time for anything else. But today was Christmas Eve. The print shop would be closed tomorrow, so he couldn't go in tonight. Which she hoped would free up just enough time for what she had in store. A door closed in the distance, followed by footsteps in the hallway behind her. She checked her phone. He was early. She chugged another mouthful of soda, then quietly stuffed everything into the bag. The footsteps halted. A latch turned and a door opened, then closed. She counted to thirty, then slid off the couch and left the lounge, rounding the corner toward 317. 8:08 am Shauna waited, impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Still no response. She knocked again, harder this time. Shuffling noises, then heavy footfalls. The door swung open on a scowling Javon, his uniform shirt crumpled in his fist, muscles chiseled and taut. She smiled up at him, head cocked to the side. He looked her over, his mood softening as he recognized who she was. “Hey,” he said, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you still doing here?” She shrugged, ignoring the twinge in her pussy. “Waiting to see you. Can I come in?” Javon retreated inside, tossing his shirt on the bed and perching on the edge of his dresser. Shauna followed, taking quick stock of the room. Clean and sparse. Suitable for someone who spent very little time there. She turned her attention to him. Tall and dark, with bold, crisp features. His hands splotched with cyan and yellow ink from the press. “Is um…is this a bad time?” “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just going to take a shower, then go down for a nap.” He waved a hand in her direction. “Soooo, who are you supposed to be?” “I'm a Christmas elf,” she replied. “Santa's Helper.” Javon's eyes widened. “Oh. You're a lot taller than I would have expected of an elf.” “Well, we're not all size challenged artisans baking cookies in the off-season you know. Some of us are taller, and educated, and…really cute.” He laughed, his pecs jumping. “That's fair. Please forgive my ignorance of the elf community. I don't know any – aside from you.” She shrugged the bag off her shoulder and reached inside, crossing the carpet between them. “Listen, she began, “Santa knows how hard you work to be here, and how much that keeps you from having a life. So, he got you a little gift. It won't make up for having to be here over the holidays, but it might help take the edge off?” She pulled out a red envelope and handed it to him. He stared at it, his face cycling through several emotions, settling on confused. “Thanks,” he said, “that's…really sweet. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything.” Shauna smiled to herself, setting the bag on the floor. “Open it.” She wandered past him to the window. Raising the blinds she took a quick peek outside before turning and sliding up onto his desk, swinging her feet freely beneath. Javon zipped a finger under the flap and extracted the card; a red-nosed Rudolph printed on the cover. As he shook it open a white note card fluttered out. He snatched it out of the air and held it up. A sketch in black marker graced the white space. Shauna watched over his shoulder as he stared at the figures suggested by the swooping lines. He fanned the card, then turned and eased off his seat. He walked over to her, holding it up, the image upside down. His mouth curled in one corner. “This is uhhh…you and me?” She squinted at the picture. “Well…right-side up and all, but…sure.” She took it from him and snapped it on the desk. Her arms extended, fingers wedging themselves between the waist of his jeans and the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen. She reeled him in between her legs, squeezing them in hers. “Come on,” she said, thumbs separating the button and peeling the zipper. “Take a break.” Javon reached out, tracing the curl of her ear with his finger. Tilting his head, he leaned in for a kiss. Shauna planted a hand in the center of his chest, stopping his lips a hair's breadth from hers. His heartbeat pulsed through her arm and gut, thumping through her clit like a kick drum. She tapped a finger on the card beside her. He glanced down. Then back at her. She smiled. Pushed him away. She hopped off the desk, lowering her eyes to the height of his fly. Waiting. Javon nodded. In a single swoop he shoved his jeans to the floor and stepped out. The outline of his cock bulged the breathable fabric of his boxer briefs, curving down his right leg. A squeak left Shauna's throat. She reached inside and fished it out, needing both hands to hoist the shaft. It hardened in her grip, rising, reaching for its target. She pulled a few long strokes, its heat warming her hands. She had imagined what he might be hiding. But none of those dreams fell short of reality. Reluctantly she let go. Eyes fixed on her prize she slowly turned round, bending over the desk. She shuffled her feet a shoulder's width apart and casually wiggled her ass. Javon stepped up, his demeanor all business. Stroking his meat with one hand he grabbed the hem of her dress in the other and flipped it up over her butt. Her firm white cheeks glowed in the morning light. He took the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her hips and thighs, abandoning them around her calves and exposing her labia to the chill of the room. She was sopping wet. He swiped his penis along her slit, greasing it with her cream. Current bolted up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She threw her ass toward him, anxious to be filled. But he took his time, lubing every inch to a slippery shine. Finally satisfied, he set a palm in the small of her back and wedged the tip of his cock between her folds. Slow and steady, he sank into her vagina. Shauna gasped, eyes round. Her knees buckled, fingertips clawing at the laminate as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. It was thicker than any dick or dildo she remembered. And she was suddenly grateful he'd been so careful to slicken up. He took shallow, steady thrusts, loosening her vice a touch each time. Short, silent breaths gave way to grunts and groans. She tried to restrain herself in case anyone still left was walking the halls. But it was a losing battle. The pressure coiling inside would soon be too much to contain. Javon curled over her. Reaching into her dress he freed her breasts from their padded sling and cupped one in each hand. He pinched her nipples between strong fingers, yoking her tits to her clit with little bolts of lightning. The heat of the moment telegraphed through her skin, flushing her ears, cheeks, and chest a robust, rosy pink. He pushed on, diving deeper into her velvet pouch. Her arms burning, Shauna lowered her elbows and forehead to the desk. Her hair shrouded her periphery, leaving the only clear view that of her lover's balls swaying back and forth between her thighs. A delightful fog rolled over her brain, occluding everything outside the aura of their bodies. “Do you want it all,” Javon whispered, his voice piercing the veil. Shauna turned her head, mouth agape. “That's not all of it?” A baritone chuckle rumbled from his chest. He straightened up, releasing her boobs for a firm hold of her waist. He eased down the throttle, slowing his rhythm. Measuring the distance. She caught his eyes for a moment, glimpsing the same lechery she felt coursing through her veins. He smiled at her. Then hilted his cock in her pussy. “Uhhh gawd.” A wave of pleasure rippled out from her core, breaking over her entire body. She couldn't gauge how big he was, but he was now twice as deep as he had been seconds ago. He gave her a moment and a few shallow dips before ramping up the pace; drawing his dick out to the barb each time before plunging back in. Shauna's ass rippled, limbs shuddering under each impact. She stretched her arms to brace herself. But her hands squeaked against the desk each time he crashed into her, jolting her forward. She began to lose control. Her pelvic muscles clenched; labia stretching around his shaft. He growled his approval. A stern smack stung her left buttock, forcing a squeal from her larynx and a shock to her sex. Another followed, echoing off the walls into her ears. Her strength failed, drooping her back and turning her legs to jelly. Javon grabbed hold of one and lifted it, bending the knee and setting it securely on the desktop. He continued to hammer away. The cords binding her orgasm began to fray. She imagined his view from behind; her sodden pink snatch vulgarly splayed for the massive dark rod plowing her gut. Words escaped her, leaving only screams and moans to communicate her desire. 8:42 am Shauna's head was swimming, her brain just mush. But she held on, wanting this ecstasy to last forever. Her hat flew off her head, landing silently on the windowsill. Long fingers raked through her hair. They gathered her curls into his fist and pulled. Her head snapped back, jaw dropped, eyelids fluttering. The cords snapped and the coil exploded. She bore down on his dick, silent and stiff, her body racked with orgasm. Her toes dug into the carpet, her raised foot flopping about over the edge of the desk. She slapped the top with her hands, translating her contractions into a frantic rhythm beat out for Javon to hear. Her juices flowed freely, seeping out past his cock and dribbling down her thighs. And through all this, he continued to fuck her. Shauna's orgasm continued in suspended animation, tweaking her muscles and prickling her skin. As snug as he fit there was now no friction. He glided in and out like a piston in a well-oiled machine. He pumped harder, faster, working to create resistance. But her pussy was a flooded mess and that wasn't going to change. He whispered something toward her ear. A question? She couldn't decipher the words. But it didn't matter. As long as he kept filling her, perpetuating this feeling, he could do whatever he wanted. She nodded as best she could. The pounding slowed and the hand holding her waist released. The slapping of skin ceased, and his penis slipped out of her vagina. The emptiness was deflating, like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She turned to look but he stopped her, pushing her head back down to the desk. She opened her mouth to demand he continue and that's when she felt it. The pressure on the dip of her anus. Her insides knotted up. Everything clenched, then released. Her rosebud relaxed, and Javon's cock surged up her ass. She held her breath, expecting pain. But there was none. Only an indescribable fullness she had never experienced before. Each time he retracted her stomach dropped. Each plunge threatened to split her at the seams. Orgasm ripped through her again, rattling her bones and sweating from every pore. The room closed in, swaddling her in a thick black heat. She screamed but heard nothing. Felt only his cock. His fingers curled over her shoulders and around her neck. He pushed and pulled her with new urgency, opposing the swing of his hips. He'd found the resistance he was seeking, and it drove him on toward ferocious climax. In her stupor, Shauna somehow regained control of her limbs. She twisted an arm behind her back and flailed at his. When he looked down, wanton lust blazing in his eyes, she willed words from her lips. “Cum in me,” she cried, breathless, desperate for his load. “Cum in my ass.” He glared at her, neck craned, jaw set. He shifted his weight, pinning her tits to the desk and raising her butt. He tried to hold out a bit longer. But she was too tight and he was too far gone. Nodding his head Javon closed his eyes and buried his throbbing cock balls deep, erupting hot semen deep in her bowels. He roared in release, his balls smashed against her pussy, rocking into the curve of her ass. The pressure lifted her foot from the floor, grinding her hip into the edge of the desktop. But she didn't care. His cum splattered inside her, capping her climax with a warm, gooey buzz. Her buttocks quaked with each spasm. She had his cock. All of it. In the moment, that was everything. 9:04 am Gradually the pumping slowed. The pressure on her back eased and the room drifted back into focus. She glimpsed herself in a mirror near the window; hair disheveled, bare breasts smushed beneath the cockled red fabric; a trembling leg coiled on the desk, panties dangling casually from her ankle. “You are so fuckin' hot,” said the voice in her ear. She cooed, not yet able to formulate words. He rested in her a moment longer, sharing her warmth. When they'd finally caught their breath Javon stood tall. Kneading his hands into the meat of her cheeks he pushed himself back, emerging from her ass with an obscene wet slurp. Empty, Shauna sighed, the void disappointing. Her rosebud gaped, then winked several times before shrinking back into place. Javon slumped against the wall near the window. Fumbling with the latch he cracked it open. December rushed in, swirling round their bodies and raising goosebumps on their skin. Shauna shivered, invigorated, the cold soothing her scalded sex. Watching her lover she smeared her cream over her pussy and along the crack of her ass. His organ flexed toward her, but Javon shook his head. Smiling, she wriggled off the desk. On wobbly legs she gathered the note card and the bag and set them on the edge of the bed. Rummaging around in the neck of her dress she tucked her tits back into her bra and plumped them into position. Javon sauntered over, her hat in one hand, soggy panties in the other. She took the cap and fit it over her head. “Can't put those back on,” she said of her underwear. “You keep them.” He nodded, draping them over the corner of the television. She shouldered the bag and looked up at him. “Did Santa get you what you wanted?” He laughed. She followed his eyes down to his semi-hard, polished rod. “I think he fucking crushed it,” he replied. Closing the gap between them he lowered his voice. “Tell me something though. Is this strictly a Christmas situation, or…are…special occasions not required.” Shauna shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up. “Why don't you come by sometime and find out,” she offered. “You know where I live.” She gave his penis a playful nip and tug and backed out into the hallway. 9:13 am Shauna stood quietly outside Room 334, gently swaying to a tune in her head. Her fingertips tingled and her pussy hummed along to the beat, still riding the high of the last half-hour. A trickle of semen stained her inner thigh, the remainder of Javon's deposit still trapped inside. She smoothed the front of her dress and flipped the pom of the hat to the side. She was a few minutes behind schedule. But that shouldn't be critical here. Ready for more, she knocked on the door. There was a rustling inside. A few moments later the door opened on a beautiful raven-haired Japanese girl in a tight anime tee shirt and bright blue boyshorts. Seemingly surprised, the girl dropped the pencil she held in her left hand. “Hey Sachiko,” Shauna chirped. Sachiko ripped off her headphones and flashed a nervous smile. Shauna nodded inside. “Can I come in for a minute?” Sachiko glanced over at something Shauna couldn't see, then backed her slender frame away from the door. Shauna strode inside, the latch clicking shut behind her. Unlike her first two stops, this was a bit of a gamble. Their contact had been minimal, generally restricted to her RA duties. And her scouting report was incomplete. She knew Sachiko was a sophomore, and a graphic design major. She spent summers at home in Osaka. But she couldn't afford to fly back and forth for breaks, so she usually spent them on campus. Rumor was she was into women. Of this Shauna had no confirmation. But from their interactions in the dorm and Sachiko's shyness and fluster around particular friends she did have a feeling. It was risky. But that heightened the thrill. The room was warm and cozy, lit by a floor lamp and a cube on the nightstand. Fuzzy orange pillows adorned the loveseat below the window. Incense burned in a jade tray on the corner of the dresser and a thick down comforter covered the bed. Several sketchpads scattered across the desk, a collection of porcelain cats lining the shelf above. It was clearly the space of someone needing a touch of home. “Am I like…in trouble…or something?” Sachiko wondered. “No,” Shauna laughed, amused as much by her apparent discomfort as the absurdity of the question. “I mean, have you ever been in trouble? I just wanted to wish you Happy Holidays.” Sachiko blushed. Her face made several contortions before settling on a half nod and awkward smile. “Th…thank you,” she stammered. Shauna pinched her lips between her teeth. So far so good. “I like your kitties,” Shauna continued, drifting toward the shelf. She scanned for messages, photos, anything that might give her a clue. “My sister sends me a new one for my birthday every year,” Sachiko offered. “They're beautiful.” She spotted a sheet of paper with dark smudges sticking out of the pad on top of the pile. “What's this?” she asked, reaching for it. “What? Oh!” Sachiko leapt toward her, mortified. “It's nothing, I just – ” Before she could swipe the pad Shauna had the page, staring at a gorgeous unfinished graphite sketch of a sleeping woman. She lay on her side, head on a pillow, hands underneath. Bikini panties cloaked her nethers, an arm crossed her bare breasts. And her face. Well…. Her face was very familiar. Shauna smiled to herself. This might work after all. Sachiko slunk back as Shauna turned around. She studied the drawing a moment longer, impressed by the resemblance. Finally, she looked up at Sachiko. The rosy hue of her cheeks crept into her face and neck. Shauna noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. “Did you draw this?” Sachiko sighed, looking everywhere forward. “I um…. It…it's for a class.” “You did it from memory.” She rubbed her arms with her hands. “Yeah. It just…works that way.” “It's amazing.” Shauna returned the drawing to the desk. Sluffing off the bag she retrieved the final card. “I know you don't really celebrate Christmas,” she said, “but it can't be easy being here by yourself while everyone else is. So, I got you a gift.” The silver envelope rested in her palm while Sachiko hesitated, her name glittering in gold marker. She looked up, embarrassment clouding her eyes. Shauna smiled, extending her hand. Finally, Sachiko accepted. She zipped open the flap and removed the card. A red-nosed Rudolph blinked at her from the cover. Shauna dropped the bag on the loveseat. She clasped her hands behind her back and crossed her legs at the ankles, a flirty little swivel seizing her hips. Sachiko picked the note card from the fold and looked closely. Her fingers began to tremble. Shauna sidled up closer, tucking a lock of Sachiko's hair behind her ear. Sachiko jumped at the light touch. But her gaze remained fixed on the card. Her lips parted. No sound escaped. “If you want me to stop,” Shauna murmured, “just let me know.” She kissed Sachiko's ear lobe, rolling it between her lips before drifting to her cheek and the nape of her neck. Sachiko's tremor spread to her chest. The cards fell from her grasp. Shauna continued down, over her shoulders to the swell of her breasts. She caressed one in each palm, grazing the nipples with the soft cotton of the shirt. Sachiko tangled her fingers in Shauna's hair. They curled and flexed as Shauna descended, raising her shirt and kissing her navel. She lingered there, circling, lips skimming Sachiko's butter-smooth, unblemished skin. She smelled of cherry blossom and jasmine. Shauna filled her head with the scent, priming her for the peach she was about to unwrap. Sachiko's hushed whisper floated down from above. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” Sinking to her haunches Shauna eyed Sachiko's sex. A small wet spot darkened the fabric between her legs. Shauna peeled the underwear down over Sachiko's ass and thighs, pooling them around her feet. Exposed to the low light was a plump, tidy pussy, closely cropped dark pubic hair gracing her mound. Shauna's lips quivered. She bowed, pressing her face between Sachiko's thighs, sopping up the heat. Sachiko moaned, easing her legs apart, welcoming Shauna's tongue between her folds. Her entire body shook, chopping her breaths between chattering teeth. Shauna probed a little deeper. Sachiko doubled over, humping Shauna's mouth. Shauna yipped with delight. She shook her head side to side, slathering Sachiko's light sweet syrup over her cheeks and chin. She dug her nails into the brunette's ass, spreading her cheeks and kneading the meat. Sachiko mauled her own breasts, stretching and twisting the characters on her shirt into impossible shapes. Buffeted by Sachiko's gyrations Shauna wobbled on the balls of her feet. It was all she could do to hold on for the ride and she found herself failing at that. Toppling to her butt she roped an arm around Sachiko's neck and pulled her ear to her dripping lips. “Sit on my face,” she hissed. Sachiko fell to her knees, straddling Shauna's chest and pinning her to the floor. On all fours she scooched forward over the blonde's shoulders until her succulent snatch hovered over her RA's gaping mouth. Shauna's tongue darted out, flicking Sachiko's swollen clit. Stifling a scream Sachiko collapsed on Shauna's kisser, squeezing her ears between her thighs and swirling her pussy over her lips. Shauna lost herself in Sachiko. Inhaling her essence. Drinking her qi. She thrilled at her lover's responses – involuntary, honest and pure. There was no pretention. Only the passion of an inexperienced girl wholly submitting to her desires. She reveled in it, lapping at Sachiko's sex from the hood of her clit to the crease of her ass. Sachiko's back arched, thrusting out her chest. Her head lolled back, eyes strafing the ceiling. She squirmed on Shauna's face, blissfully ignorant of her weight, Shauna's nose, or her need to breathe. She reached back between the Shauna's splayed legs, probing under her dress until her fingers found the blonde's honeypot and slithered inside. Strangling Sachiko's wrist in her thighs Shauna groaned into her pussy. The vibrations spurred Sachiko's building orgasm, winding her body tighter and tighter, pushing her fingers faster, deeper. The circuit closed, the feedback loop complete. Every flip of the tongue, every curl of a digit, amplified the next. Sachiko bucked and thrashed. Shauna swirled and writhed. Again and again they traded blows until suddenly Sachiko fell silent, her body rigid, muscles strained. Clutching fistfuls of Shauna's hair Sachiko spread her knees and bore down, smashing her quaking pussy into Shauna's lips and gushing slippery, viscous cum all over her face. Racked with spasms she hunched over Shauna's head, wave after crashing wave of orgasm pummeling her sex. 9:38 am When the contractions finally slowed, Shauna worked her hands up to Sachiko's buttocks and nudged her. Spent, Sachiko rolled away, settling on her back against the foot of the bed. Shauna's chest heaved, gulping the cool dry air. Her eyes re-adjusted to the light. Reaching up she brushed the hat off her head and raked her fingers through moist matted hair. Arms flopping to the floor she sighed. That went well. She rolled her head and looked at Sachiko. The junior lay knees up, feet flat on the floor, her arms draped between her legs – the odd twitch in her muscles interrupting her stillness. Shauna willed herself up and crawled over. Finding her eyes shut she pressed in close and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Sachiko smiled. “Merry Christmas,” Shauna whispered. Sachiko nodded, radiant from her orgasm. Shauna stroked her ear. “If you want me to model for you sometime,” she added, “give me a call.” She gathered her things and prepared to leave. As she passed the mirror on the closet door she stopped to look. Her face and neck glistened, glazed with Sachiko's juices. She tossed the hat in her hand, raising it to wipe herself clean. But she didn't. She decided instead she liked the way it looked. And she'd wear it a little longer. Pursing her lips, she slipped out of Sachiko's room. Light as a feather she skipped down the hall toward her room. She slowed passing Javon's door, wondering if he was already asleep. Her phone chimed in the bag, interrupting her curiosity. Retrieving it she scanned the screen and frowned. Two texts and a missed call. All from her brother. “Hey Josh,” she answered. “Yo, where the hell have you been?” There was an urgency in his tone. “I've been calling you. I'm out front, let's go!” She frowned. “Wait, what time is it?” “Quarter to ten. I told you I'd be here at 9:30, remember?” She thought for a minute, then rolled her eyes, realizing what went wrong. “Fuck,” she spat. “I thought you meant 9:30 your time.” “So you're not ready?” “No, I packed last night. I'll be right down.” Hanging up she shook her head. How did she make that mistake? She thought she'd have an hour to shower and clean up, but now they were running late. No time for any of that. Swiping the key card from her sock she popped into her room and tossed the gift bag on the bed. Snagging her backpack and navy peacoat from the closet she dashed back out headed for the lobby. 9:52 am Shauna flung open the passenger door of the coupe and tumbled inside, stuffing the backpack between her feet as she settled in the seat. Her teeth chattered from their brief exposure to the cold. Rubbing her hands together near the warm air vent she looked over at her brother behind the wheel. He stared at her, forehead crinkled, a mix of confusion and amusement scrawled across his lips. “What,” she said, staring back. He glanced down at her bare thighs – the coat just covering her lap – then back at her scowl. “Nice touch,” he replied, pointing to the bright red pileus cap. “Thanks,” she quipped, flashing a smile. “But you know it's snowing, right?” She flipped him the bird. He shrugged. “You're going to get Uncle Leo in trouble today.” Shauna tried to stifle her laugh. “Just drive Josh.” He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. “Unlike you,” he said, “I got an early start. So I'm going to get some coffee. Did you eat already?” “Yup,” she nodded. “Several times.” Josh's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. At the next light he made a left and turned into the coffee shop drive-thru. Waiting in line behind a pick-up he turned to his sister. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little…weird.” Shauna checked herself in the side mirror. She could taste Ty's spunk on her tongue; feel Javon's cum in her ass and Sachiko's pussy all over her face. A shiver buzzed her clit. She reclined the seat several notches and sighed, beaming at the ceiling. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I'm just…filled with Christmas spirit.” Quietly she shoved her hands beneath her legs to keep from touching herself for the remainder of the trip. By TheSleepingKing for Literotica

‘Tis the season for giving. By TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 7:16 am The door from the bathroom swung open, spilling steam into the dim blue rays of light sneaking in through the blinds. Wrapped in a towel, Shauna strode into her dorm room, feet sinking into the carpet as she padded across the floor. Pausing at the window she pulled the cord to raise the blinds, bathing the room in the soft glow of an overcast Michigan dawn. A dusting of snow covered the glazing. About an inch drifted on the ledge outside. Beyond and several stories down a lone figure rounded onto the back straight of the athletic track. Shauna leaned in, her breath fogging the glass. She poked two dots and underlined them with a curve. Smiled at the new face smiling back at her. It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning.She unhooked the towel and tossed it over the back of the chair parked under the desk. The cool air plucked at her nipples and sapped the heat from her skin. She skimmed her hands around the bulge of her breasts, across her taut tummy and the arc of her ass. Appraising her profile in the mirror she nodded. Spin class and yoga really paid off this year. From the top drawer of the dresser, she picked out white lace panties and drew them up over toned, creamy thighs. She paired them with red and white argyle knee socks and a soft strapless bra. Sifting through the hangers in the closet she settled on a flirty red A-line dress with wide shoulder straps and a length about mid-thigh. Not practical for the weather. But perfect for the mission. 7:32 am She capped the outfit with a fuzzy Santa hat and white-soled black Keds before returning to the mirror. She turned side to side and took a twirl, the dress flaring out before settling over her legs. Certainly the sexiest elf she'd ever seen. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. She would need to get going soon to make her deliveries. The schedule was tight. On any other Christmas Eve she'd still be asleep; tucked in tight and dead to the world in a quiet corner of her parents' six-bedroom McMansion in Traverse City. She'd get up around 10:00, meet her brother for lunch, then spend the afternoon serving food at a shelter across town before heading home for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner with her family. This year, dinner had been moved up to lunch – something about grandma and grandpa's flights. So volunteering was out. She was fine with it at first. But as the season ramped up and the holiday spirit infected her, she felt the need to replace it with something. Some way to give back. To spread a little cheer to those less fortunate this time of year. As 3rd floor RA for the co-ed dorm, she was privy to certain information. The administration realized not every student could make it home for the holidays. So the school remained open in a limited capacity, depending on the holiday and how many students remained behind. This year on her floor there were three. And since they were stuck there maybe she could celebrate with them before she left. She snatched a small white drawstring bag off her bed and slung it over her shoulder, the contents momentarily rustling about inside. Taking her key card from the dresser she slipped it into her bra and reached for the door. She paused, re-thinking, the lever rocking under her palm. Quickly, she picked it out and tucked it neatly into the back of a sock instead, before ducking out into the hall. 7:40 am Shauna stopped at Room 303. She gave her usual rata-tat-tat RA knock and shrugged the bag off her shoulder, holding the strap in the crook of her elbow. The corridor was weirdly quiet. No music or raucous conversation bleeding through the walls. She couldn't imagine having to spend the next week here under these conditions. A latch clicked in front of her, and the door creaked open. “Hey Ty,” she chirped, “Merry Christmas!” Ty seemed surprised by the greeting, then confused by her presence. He smiled. “Um…thanks. Merry Christmas to you too.” His eyes dipped – first to her cleavage, then to her legs – before rebounding to hers. He now seemed nervous too. “Can I come in for a minute?” “Uh…yeah, sure.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats he stepped aside. She glided past, her blonde curls swishing about her shoulders. Ty gently shut the door behind her. Shauna glanced around the suite. Open textbooks were strewn across the couch. Graph paper filled with notes littered the desk. The three computer monitors that typically flickered video games, now hosted row upon row of complex equations she didn't understand. Ambient techno pulsed softly through a pair of small speakers, and the room smelled faintly of Axe body spray. “I'm sorry,” he offered, “I wasn't expecting anyone today.” He was a freshman, so she'd only known him one semester. But he seemed like a good kid. Sure, he was disheveled, nerdy, and a little immature. But he was charming and considerate, and very bright – dedicated to keeping his name on the Dean's List. Didn't hurt that he was cute either. “That's okay,” she replied. “Santa knows it sucks having to be here over the holidays, so he got you a present.” She lowered the bag and reached inside, pulling out a deep green envelope with a silver star sticker sealing it shut. “Nothing big, just something to give you a break from…” she waved her arm toward the paper and monitors, “…this.” Cautiously he took the envelope, turning it over to find his name written neatly on the front. “Oh,” he said, “…thanks. That's…really nice.” A moment of awkward silence followed. “Go ahead,” Shauna prompted, “open it.” Ty shrugged. He peeled up the star and lifted the flap, extricating a Christmas card with a red-nosed Rudolph gracing the cover. He smiled as he opened it, eyes tracking back and forth across the page. Wedged in the crease was a white 3 by 5 note card. Flipping it right-side-up he discovered a sketch in black marker in the center. He froze, the smile fading, jaw dropped. He looked up at Shauna. Then back at the card. “Wait…,” he stammered, “is this…. Are you…. Is this for real?” Shauna raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Santa likes to make sure no one on the nice list gets left out.” Her gaze fell to his groin, dialing in on the growing bulge. There was the response she was hoping for. She hung the bag over the doorknob. Closing the distance between them she reached out and pinched the card in her fingers. “Why don't you get comfortable.” She set it on a textbook and slouched against the desk, waiting. Ty looked left, then right, unsure of what to do. Finally, he stepped back and eased himself down to the edge of his bed. Shauna placed her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart before kneeling between them. The tented fleece covering his crotch pointed directly at her. She smiled. Looked up. “You've done this before, right?” He paused a moment, then nodded vigorously. She wasn't convinced. But it didn't really matter. It might even help keep her on schedule. She gave him a shove, forcing him to recline and brace with his arms. Grabbing his sweats by the pockets she jerked at them until they pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang out, slapping his abdomen before swaying back to vertical. She wrapped it in her fingers, the whole head protruding from her fist. He puffed and shivered under her touch. Leaning forward she lowered her head. His body tensed. She raised her eyes to find his narrowed, his mouth rounded and dry. “Relax,” she cooed, “just enjoy it,” and slipped his dick between her lips. A breath rattled his chest. She felt the blanket cinch beneath them as his fingers gripped and pulled. First she teased the glans, undulating her tongue beneath, then around and over the top. His hips shot up to meet her mouth. She lightened her hold, welcoming him in deeper. She bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music – down on one and three, up on two and four. His cock was rock hard, curving into the roof of her mouth with each descent. He sighed, and groaned, and grunted; the tone and timbre of each growing more urgent with each passing minute. Shauna's free hand dove under her dress and between her legs, fingers plucking aside the damp lace and strumming the slick, smooth lips of her pussy. Her partners were usually more experienced. More restrained. It had been some time since one had responded with such virginal enthusiasm. And she found it to be quite the turn-on. She held her neck as steady as she could, relinquishing control of tempo and depth. Ty trembled, huffing air through gritted teeth. Shauna peeked to find his eyes closed, neck strained, deep blue veins pulsing through. Sensing the moment, her fingers left the base of his dick and curled around his balls. She tightened her lips to a gentle squeeze. Ty stalled. A guttural growl forced its way into the air. His eyes popped open wide and fixed on Shauna's. With a batting of lashes, she pushed down on his throbbing cock until the tip of her nose bumped his abdomen. A heartbeat later, torrents of warm, viscid cum spewed into her mouth. The jets struck the back of her palate, sloshing over her tonsils and sliding down her throat. She swallowed hard but couldn't keep up. Each burst seemed richer than the last, filling her cheeks and leaking from the corners of her mouth. Her own juices deluged her fingers in response; the squelching filling the gaps between Ty's staggered gasps. A dozen spurts later his orgasm subsided. Shauna held his cock a little longer, savoring its texture on her lips and the mild, distinct flavor of his seed. She moved with him as his hips sagged back to the mattress, sinking him deeper to the root of his erection. After one final gulp she sucked in her cheeks and lifted her head, teasing the remaining fluids from the head of his dick. He gawked at her, speechless. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in front of her. They gleamed in the light, strands of grool clinging to her knuckles as she separated them. Fixing on him she sucked each finger into her mouth, swabbing them clean before licking her lips. Ty's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed flat on the bed. Shauna giggled. Pushing off she rocked to her feet. She looked at him spread over the rumpled blanket, his penis twitching on his tummy. She nodded, pleased with herself. Sweeping her hair out of her face she took the gift sack from the doorknob and the note card from the desk, slipping the latter into the former. “Did you enjoy your present?” she asked, slinging the bag over her shoulder. Ty groaned a sigh, his satisfaction evident. A smile lit Shauna's lips. “Good,” she said, “that's great.” She made her way back to the door. “You know, Santa can't offer gifts like this to everyone, so…let's keep this between us, okay?” An arm raised and a hand approximated a wave before tumbling limp to the mattress. She took it as a yes. Catching her reflection in the window she adjusted her hat. “Merry Christmas Ty,” she said softly, before disappearing into the corridor. 8:05 am Snowflakes drifted past the tall narrow windows of the student lounge separating the north and south wings of the third floor. Curled up at the far end of the couch opposite the ping pong table, Shauna twisted the cap off a bottle of diet soda and took a sip. Pulling her phone from the bag she checked the time. Javon would arrive in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to finish her drink. She stretched out across the cushions and downed another swig. This one excited her more than the others. She and Javon were casually acquainted. Though both juniors they rarely shared classes. But they saw each other often around campus; playing pool in the lounge, grabbing coffee at Starks, or stocking up on dollar tacos Tuesday nights at Frankie's. And always, always flirting. Nothing ever came of it, unfortunately. He was putting himself through school and the scholarships just weren't enough. So he needed to work a lot. Every chance he got he'd bank some overtime or pick up an extra shift. That didn't leave much time for anything else. But today was Christmas Eve. The print shop would be closed tomorrow, so he couldn't go in tonight. Which she hoped would free up just enough time for what she had in store. A door closed in the distance, followed by footsteps in the hallway behind her. She checked her phone. He was early. She chugged another mouthful of soda, then quietly stuffed everything into the bag. The footsteps halted. A latch turned and a door opened, then closed. She counted to thirty, then slid off the couch and left the lounge, rounding the corner toward 317. 8:08 am Shauna waited, impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Still no response. She knocked again, harder this time. Shuffling noises, then heavy footfalls. The door swung open on a scowling Javon, his uniform shirt crumpled in his fist, muscles chiseled and taut. She smiled up at him, head cocked to the side. He looked her over, his mood softening as he recognized who she was. “Hey,” he said, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you still doing here?” She shrugged, ignoring the twinge in her pussy. “Waiting to see you. Can I come in?” Javon retreated inside, tossing his shirt on the bed and perching on the edge of his dresser. Shauna followed, taking quick stock of the room. Clean and sparse. Suitable for someone who spent very little time there. She turned her attention to him. Tall and dark, with bold, crisp features. His hands splotched with cyan and yellow ink from the press. “Is um…is this a bad time?” “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just going to take a shower, then go down for a nap.” He waved a hand in her direction. “Soooo, who are you supposed to be?” “I'm a Christmas elf,” she replied. “Santa's Helper.” Javon's eyes widened. “Oh. You're a lot taller than I would have expected of an elf.” “Well, we're not all size challenged artisans baking cookies in the off-season you know. Some of us are taller, and educated, and…really cute.” He laughed, his pecs jumping. “That's fair. Please forgive my ignorance of the elf community. I don't know any – aside from you.” She shrugged the bag off her shoulder and reached inside, crossing the carpet between them. “Listen, she began, “Santa knows how hard you work to be here, and how much that keeps you from having a life. So, he got you a little gift. It won't make up for having to be here over the holidays, but it might help take the edge off?” She pulled out a red envelope and handed it to him. He stared at it, his face cycling through several emotions, settling on confused. “Thanks,” he said, “that's…really sweet. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything.” Shauna smiled to herself, setting the bag on the floor. “Open it.” She wandered past him to the window. Raising the blinds she took a quick peek outside before turning and sliding up onto his desk, swinging her feet freely beneath. Javon zipped a finger under the flap and extracted the card; a red-nosed Rudolph printed on the cover. As he shook it open a white note card fluttered out. He snatched it out of the air and held it up. A sketch in black marker graced the white space. Shauna watched over his shoulder as he stared at the figures suggested by the swooping lines. He fanned the card, then turned and eased off his seat. He walked over to her, holding it up, the image upside down. His mouth curled in one corner. “This is uhhh…you and me?” She squinted at the picture. “Well…right-side up and all, but…sure.” She took it from him and snapped it on the desk. Her arms extended, fingers wedging themselves between the waist of his jeans and the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen. She reeled him in between her legs, squeezing them in hers. “Come on,” she said, thumbs separating the button and peeling the zipper. “Take a break.” Javon reached out, tracing the curl of her ear with his finger. Tilting his head, he leaned in for a kiss. Shauna planted a hand in the center of his chest, stopping his lips a hair's breadth from hers. His heartbeat pulsed through her arm and gut, thumping through her clit like a kick drum. She tapped a finger on the card beside her. He glanced down. Then back at her. She smiled. Pushed him away. She hopped off the desk, lowering her eyes to the height of his fly. Waiting. Javon nodded. In a single swoop he shoved his jeans to the floor and stepped out. The outline of his cock bulged the breathable fabric of his boxer briefs, curving down his right leg. A squeak left Shauna's throat. She reached inside and fished it out, needing both hands to hoist the shaft. It hardened in her grip, rising, reaching for its target. She pulled a few long strokes, its heat warming her hands. She had imagined what he might be hiding. But none of those dreams fell short of reality. Reluctantly she let go. Eyes fixed on her prize she slowly turned round, bending over the desk. She shuffled her feet a shoulder's width apart and casually wiggled her ass. Javon stepped up, his demeanor all business. Stroking his meat with one hand he grabbed the hem of her dress in the other and flipped it up over her butt. Her firm white cheeks glowed in the morning light. He took the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her hips and thighs, abandoning them around her calves and exposing her labia to the chill of the room. She was sopping wet. He swiped his penis along her slit, greasing it with her cream. Current bolted up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She threw her ass toward him, anxious to be filled. But he took his time, lubing every inch to a slippery shine. Finally satisfied, he set a palm in the small of her back and wedged the tip of his cock between her folds. Slow and steady, he sank into her vagina. Shauna gasped, eyes round. Her knees buckled, fingertips clawing at the laminate as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. It was thicker than any dick or dildo she remembered. And she was suddenly grateful he'd been so careful to slicken up. He took shallow, steady thrusts, loosening her vice a touch each time. Short, silent breaths gave way to grunts and groans. She tried to restrain herself in case anyone still left was walking the halls. But it was a losing battle. The pressure coiling inside would soon be too much to contain. Javon curled over her. Reaching into her dress he freed her breasts from their padded sling and cupped one in each hand. He pinched her nipples between strong fingers, yoking her tits to her clit with little bolts of lightning. The heat of the moment telegraphed through her skin, flushing her ears, cheeks, and chest a robust, rosy pink. He pushed on, diving deeper into her velvet pouch. Her arms burning, Shauna lowered her elbows and forehead to the desk. Her hair shrouded her periphery, leaving the only clear view that of her lover's balls swaying back and forth between her thighs. A delightful fog rolled over her brain, occluding everything outside the aura of their bodies. “Do you want it all,” Javon whispered, his voice piercing the veil. Shauna turned her head, mouth agape. “That's not all of it?” A baritone chuckle rumbled from his chest. He straightened up, releasing her boobs for a firm hold of her waist. He eased down the throttle, slowing his rhythm. Measuring the distance. She caught his eyes for a moment, glimpsing the same lechery she felt coursing through her veins. He smiled at her. Then hilted his cock in her pussy. “Uhhh gawd.” A wave of pleasure rippled out from her core, breaking over her entire body. She couldn't gauge how big he was, but he was now twice as deep as he had been seconds ago. He gave her a moment and a few shallow dips before ramping up the pace; drawing his dick out to the barb each time before plunging back in. Shauna's ass rippled, limbs shuddering under each impact. She stretched her arms to brace herself. But her hands squeaked against the desk each time he crashed into her, jolting her forward. She began to lose control. Her pelvic muscles clenched; labia stretching around his shaft. He growled his approval. A stern smack stung her left buttock, forcing a squeal from her larynx and a shock to her sex. Another followed, echoing off the walls into her ears. Her strength failed, drooping her back and turning her legs to jelly. Javon grabbed hold of one and lifted it, bending the knee and setting it securely on the desktop. He continued to hammer away. The cords binding her orgasm began to fray. She imagined his view from behind; her sodden pink snatch vulgarly splayed for the massive dark rod plowing her gut. Words escaped her, leaving only screams and moans to communicate her desire. 8:42 am Shauna's head was swimming, her brain just mush. But she held on, wanting this ecstasy to last forever. Her hat flew off her head, landing silently on the windowsill. Long fingers raked through her hair. They gathered her curls into his fist and pulled. Her head snapped back, jaw dropped, eyelids fluttering. The cords snapped and the coil exploded. She bore down on his dick, silent and stiff, her body racked with orgasm. Her toes dug into the carpet, her raised foot flopping about over the edge of the desk. She slapped the top with her hands, translating her contractions into a frantic rhythm beat out for Javon to hear. Her juices flowed freely, seeping out past his cock and dribbling down her thighs. And through all this, he continued to fuck her. Shauna's orgasm continued in suspended animation, tweaking her muscles and prickling her skin. As snug as he fit there was now no friction. He glided in and out like a piston in a well-oiled machine. He pumped harder, faster, working to create resistance. But her pussy was a flooded mess and that wasn't going to change. He whispered something toward her ear. A question? She couldn't decipher the words. But it didn't matter. As long as he kept filling her, perpetuating this feeling, he could do whatever he wanted. She nodded as best she could. The pounding slowed and the hand holding her waist released. The slapping of skin ceased, and his penis slipped out of her vagina. The emptiness was deflating, like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She turned to look but he stopped her, pushing her head back down to the desk. She opened her mouth to demand he continue and that's when she felt it. The pressure on the dip of her anus. Her insides knotted up. Everything clenched, then released. Her rosebud relaxed, and Javon's cock surged up her ass. She held her breath, expecting pain. But there was none. Only an indescribable fullness she had never experienced before. Each time he retracted her stomach dropped. Each plunge threatened to split her at the seams. Orgasm ripped through her again, rattling her bones and sweating from every pore. The room closed in, swaddling her in a thick black heat. She screamed but heard nothing. Felt only his cock. His fingers curled over her shoulders and around her neck. He pushed and pulled her with new urgency, opposing the swing of his hips. He'd found the resistance he was seeking, and it drove him on toward ferocious climax. In her stupor, Shauna somehow regained control of her limbs. She twisted an arm behind her back and flailed at his. When he looked down, wanton lust blazing in his eyes, she willed words from her lips. “Cum in me,” she cried, breathless, desperate for his load. “Cum in my ass.” He glared at her, neck craned, jaw set. He shifted his weight, pinning her tits to the desk and raising her butt. He tried to hold out a bit longer. But she was too tight and he was too far gone. Nodding his head Javon closed his eyes and buried his throbbing cock balls deep, erupting hot semen deep in her bowels. He roared in release, his balls smashed against her pussy, rocking into the curve of her ass. The pressure lifted her foot from the floor, grinding her hip into the edge of the desktop. But she didn't care. His cum splattered inside her, capping her climax with a warm, gooey buzz. Her buttocks quaked with each spasm. She had his cock. All of it. In the moment, that was everything. 9:04 am Gradually the pumping slowed. The pressure on her back eased and the room drifted back into focus. She glimpsed herself in a mirror near the window; hair disheveled, bare breasts smushed beneath the cockled red fabric; a trembling leg coiled on the desk, panties dangling casually from her ankle. “You are so fuckin' hot,” said the voice in her ear. She cooed, not yet able to formulate words. He rested in her a moment longer, sharing her warmth. When they'd finally caught their breath Javon stood tall. Kneading his hands into the meat of her cheeks he pushed himself back, emerging from her ass with an obscene wet slurp. Empty, Shauna sighed, the void disappointing. Her rosebud gaped, then winked several times before shrinking back into place. Javon slumped against the wall near the window. Fumbling with the latch he cracked it open. December rushed in, swirling round their bodies and raising goosebumps on their skin. Shauna shivered, invigorated, the cold soothing her scalded sex. Watching her lover she smeared her cream over her pussy and along the crack of her ass. His organ flexed toward her, but Javon shook his head. Smiling, she wriggled off the desk. On wobbly legs she gathered the note card and the bag and set them on the edge of the bed. Rummaging around in the neck of her dress she tucked her tits back into her bra and plumped them into position. Javon sauntered over, her hat in one hand, soggy panties in the other. She took the cap and fit it over her head. “Can't put those back on,” she said of her underwear. “You keep them.” He nodded, draping them over the corner of the television. She shouldered the bag and looked up at him. “Did Santa get you what you wanted?” He laughed. She followed his eyes down to his semi-hard, polished rod. “I think he fucking crushed it,” he replied. Closing the gap between them he lowered his voice. “Tell me something though. Is this strictly a Christmas situation, or…are…special occasions not required.” Shauna shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up. “Why don't you come by sometime and find out,” she offered. “You know where I live.” She gave his penis a playful nip and tug and backed out into the hallway. 9:13 am Shauna stood quietly outside Room 334, gently swaying to a tune in her head. Her fingertips tingled and her pussy hummed along to the beat, still riding the high of the last half-hour. A trickle of semen stained her inner thigh, the remainder of Javon's deposit still trapped inside. She smoothed the front of her dress and flipped the pom of the hat to the side. She was a few minutes behind schedule. But that shouldn't be critical here. Ready for more, she knocked on the door. There was a rustling inside. A few moments later the door opened on a beautiful raven-haired Japanese girl in a tight anime tee shirt and bright blue boyshorts. Seemingly surprised, the girl dropped the pencil she held in her left hand. “Hey Sachiko,” Shauna chirped. Sachiko ripped off her headphones and flashed a nervous smile. Shauna nodded inside. “Can I come in for a minute?” Sachiko glanced over at something Shauna couldn't see, then backed her slender frame away from the door. Shauna strode inside, the latch clicking shut behind her. Unlike her first two stops, this was a bit of a gamble. Their contact had been minimal, generally restricted to her RA duties. And her scouting report was incomplete. She knew Sachiko was a sophomore, and a graphic design major. She spent summers at home in Osaka. But she couldn't afford to fly back and forth for breaks, so she usually spent them on campus. Rumor was she was into women. Of this Shauna had no confirmation. But from their interactions in the dorm and Sachiko's shyness and fluster around particular friends she did have a feeling. It was risky. But that heightened the thrill. The room was warm and cozy, lit by a floor lamp and a cube on the nightstand. Fuzzy orange pillows adorned the loveseat below the window. Incense burned in a jade tray on the corner of the dresser and a thick down comforter covered the bed. Several sketchpads scattered across the desk, a collection of porcelain cats lining the shelf above. It was clearly the space of someone needing a touch of home. “Am I like…in trouble…or something?” Sachiko wondered. “No,” Shauna laughed, amused as much by her apparent discomfort as the absurdity of the question. “I mean, have you ever been in trouble? I just wanted to wish you Happy Holidays.” Sachiko blushed. Her face made several contortions before settling on a half nod and awkward smile. “Th…thank you,” she stammered. Shauna pinched her lips between her teeth. So far so good. “I like your kitties,” Shauna continued, drifting toward the shelf. She scanned for messages, photos, anything that might give her a clue. “My sister sends me a new one for my birthday every year,” Sachiko offered. “They're beautiful.” She spotted a sheet of paper with dark smudges sticking out of the pad on top of the pile. “What's this?” she asked, reaching for it. “What? Oh!” Sachiko leapt toward her, mortified. “It's nothing, I just – ” Before she could swipe the pad Shauna had the page, staring at a gorgeous unfinished graphite sketch of a sleeping woman. She lay on her side, head on a pillow, hands underneath. Bikini panties cloaked her nethers, an arm crossed her bare breasts. And her face. Well…. Her face was very familiar. Shauna smiled to herself. This might work after all. Sachiko slunk back as Shauna turned around. She studied the drawing a moment longer, impressed by the resemblance. Finally, she looked up at Sachiko. The rosy hue of her cheeks crept into her face and neck. Shauna noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. “Did you draw this?” Sachiko sighed, looking everywhere forward. “I um…. It…it's for a class.” “You did it from memory.” She rubbed her arms with her hands. “Yeah. It just…works that way.” “It's amazing.” Shauna returned the drawing to the desk. Sluffing off the bag she retrieved the final card. “I know you don't really celebrate Christmas,” she said, “but it can't be easy being here by yourself while everyone else is. So, I got you a gift.” The silver envelope rested in her palm while Sachiko hesitated, her name glittering in gold marker. She looked up, embarrassment clouding her eyes. Shauna smiled, extending her hand. Finally, Sachiko accepted. She zipped open the flap and removed the card. A red-nosed Rudolph blinked at her from the cover. Shauna dropped the bag on the loveseat. She clasped her hands behind her back and crossed her legs at the ankles, a flirty little swivel seizing her hips. Sachiko picked the note card from the fold and looked closely. Her fingers began to tremble. Shauna sidled up closer, tucking a lock of Sachiko's hair behind her ear. Sachiko jumped at the light touch. But her gaze remained fixed on the card. Her lips parted. No sound escaped. “If you want me to stop,” Shauna murmured, “just let me know.” She kissed Sachiko's ear lobe, rolling it between her lips before drifting to her cheek and the nape of her neck. Sachiko's tremor spread to her chest. The cards fell from her grasp. Shauna continued down, over her shoulders to the swell of her breasts. She caressed one in each palm, grazing the nipples with the soft cotton of the shirt. Sachiko tangled her fingers in Shauna's hair. They curled and flexed as Shauna descended, raising her shirt and kissing her navel. She lingered there, circling, lips skimming Sachiko's butter-smooth, unblemished skin. She smelled of cherry blossom and jasmine. Shauna filled her head with the scent, priming her for the peach she was about to unwrap. Sachiko's hushed whisper floated down from above. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” Sinking to her haunches Shauna eyed Sachiko's sex. A small wet spot darkened the fabric between her legs. Shauna peeled the underwear down over Sachiko's ass and thighs, pooling them around her feet. Exposed to the low light was a plump, tidy pussy, closely cropped dark pubic hair gracing her mound. Shauna's lips quivered. She bowed, pressing her face between Sachiko's thighs, sopping up the heat. Sachiko moaned, easing her legs apart, welcoming Shauna's tongue between her folds. Her entire body shook, chopping her breaths between chattering teeth. Shauna probed a little deeper. Sachiko doubled over, humping Shauna's mouth. Shauna yipped with delight. She shook her head side to side, slathering Sachiko's light sweet syrup over her cheeks and chin. She dug her nails into the brunette's ass, spreading her cheeks and kneading the meat. Sachiko mauled her own breasts, stretching and twisting the characters on her shirt into impossible shapes. Buffeted by Sachiko's gyrations Shauna wobbled on the balls of her feet. It was all she could do to hold on for the ride and she found herself failing at that. Toppling to her butt she roped an arm around Sachiko's neck and pulled her ear to her dripping lips. “Sit on my face,” she hissed. Sachiko fell to her knees, straddling Shauna's chest and pinning her to the floor. On all fours she scooched forward over the blonde's shoulders until her succulent snatch hovered over her RA's gaping mouth. Shauna's tongue darted out, flicking Sachiko's swollen clit. Stifling a scream Sachiko collapsed on Shauna's kisser, squeezing her ears between her thighs and swirling her pussy over her lips. Shauna lost herself in Sachiko. Inhaling her essence. Drinking her qi. She thrilled at her lover's responses – involuntary, honest and pure. There was no pretention. Only the passion of an inexperienced girl wholly submitting to her desires. She reveled in it, lapping at Sachiko's sex from the hood of her clit to the crease of her ass. Sachiko's back arched, thrusting out her chest. Her head lolled back, eyes strafing the ceiling. She squirmed on Shauna's face, blissfully ignorant of her weight, Shauna's nose, or her need to breathe. She reached back between the Shauna's splayed legs, probing under her dress until her fingers found the blonde's honeypot and slithered inside. Strangling Sachiko's wrist in her thighs Shauna groaned into her pussy. The vibrations spurred Sachiko's building orgasm, winding her body tighter and tighter, pushing her fingers faster, deeper. The circuit closed, the feedback loop complete. Every flip of the tongue, every curl of a digit, amplified the next. Sachiko bucked and thrashed. Shauna swirled and writhed. Again and again they traded blows until suddenly Sachiko fell silent, her body rigid, muscles strained. Clutching fistfuls of Shauna's hair Sachiko spread her knees and bore down, smashing her quaking pussy into Shauna's lips and gushing slippery, viscous cum all over her face. Racked with spasms she hunched over Shauna's head, wave after crashing wave of orgasm pummeling her sex. 9:38 am When the contractions finally slowed, Shauna worked her hands up to Sachiko's buttocks and nudged her. Spent, Sachiko rolled away, settling on her back against the foot of the bed. Shauna's chest heaved, gulping the cool dry air. Her eyes re-adjusted to the light. Reaching up she brushed the hat off her head and raked her fingers through moist matted hair. Arms flopping to the floor she sighed. That went well. She rolled her head and looked at Sachiko. The junior lay knees up, feet flat on the floor, her arms draped between her legs – the odd twitch in her muscles interrupting her stillness. Shauna willed herself up and crawled over. Finding her eyes shut she pressed in close and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Sachiko smiled. “Merry Christmas,” Shauna whispered. Sachiko nodded, radiant from her orgasm. Shauna stroked her ear. “If you want me to model for you sometime,” she added, “give me a call.” She gathered her things and prepared to leave. As she passed the mirror on the closet door she stopped to look. Her face and neck glistened, glazed with Sachiko's juices. She tossed the hat in her hand, raising it to wipe herself clean. But she didn't. She decided instead she liked the way it looked. And she'd wear it a little longer. Pursing her lips, she slipped out of Sachiko's room. Light as a feather she skipped down the hall toward her room. She slowed passing Javon's door, wondering if he was already asleep. Her phone chimed in the bag, interrupting her curiosity. Retrieving it she scanned the screen and frowned. Two texts and a missed call. All from her brother. “Hey Josh,” she answered. “Yo, where the hell have you been?” There was an urgency in his tone. “I've been calling you. I'm out front, let's go!” She frowned. “Wait, what time is it?” “Quarter to ten. I told you I'd be here at 9:30, remember?” She thought for a minute, then rolled her eyes, realizing what went wrong. “Fuck,” she spat. “I thought you meant 9:30 your time.” “So you're not ready?” “No, I packed last night. I'll be right down.” Hanging up she shook her head. How did she make that mistake? She thought she'd have an hour to shower and clean up, but now they were running late. No time for any of that. Swiping the key card from her sock she popped into her room and tossed the gift bag on the bed. Snagging her backpack and navy peacoat from the closet she dashed back out headed for the lobby. 9:52 am Shauna flung open the passenger door of the coupe and tumbled inside, stuffing the backpack between her feet as she settled in the seat. Her teeth chattered from their brief exposure to the cold. Rubbing her hands together near the warm air vent she looked over at her brother behind the wheel. He stared at her, forehead crinkled, a mix of confusion and amusement scrawled across his lips. “What,” she said, staring back. He glanced down at her bare thighs – the coat just covering her lap – then back at her scowl. “Nice touch,” he replied, pointing to the bright red pileus cap. “Thanks,” she quipped, flashing a smile. “But you know it's snowing, right?” She flipped him the bird. He shrugged. “You're going to get Uncle Leo in trouble today.” Shauna tried to stifle her laugh. “Just drive Josh.” He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. “Unlike you,” he said, “I got an early start. So I'm going to get some coffee. Did you eat already?” “Yup,” she nodded. “Several times.” Josh's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. At the next light he made a left and turned into the coffee shop drive-thru. Waiting in line behind a pick-up he turned to his sister. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little…weird.” Shauna checked herself in the side mirror. She could taste Ty's spunk on her tongue; feel Javon's cum in her ass and Sachiko's pussy all over her face. A shiver buzzed her clit. She reclined the seat several notches and sighed, beaming at the ceiling. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I'm just…filled with Christmas spirit.” Quietly she shoved her hands beneath her legs to keep from touching herself for the remainder of the trip. By TheSleepingKing for Literotica

Being a person of passion and purpose for Christ is what we're made for. We WILL take life by the throat. We are not made for a quiet life. That is the way to live with God.

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Welcome to the Daily Living for Christ podcast! In today's episode, we finish the remaining part of Philippians 3:15-21, where the Apostle Paul shares a powerful message about letting go of worldly gains and pressing forward to pursue Christ above all. This passage challenges us to reconsider our priorities, to count everything else as loss, and to seek a life centered on knowing Christ and the power of His resurrection. As we explore this passage, you'll be encouraged to evaluate what you are striving for in life. Whether you're facing challenges, pursuing new goals, or seeking a deeper relationship with God, this episode will inspire you to run your race with renewed focus and trust in Christ.Tune in now to finish hearing how Philippians 3:15-21 reminds us of the incredible joy of pursuing Christ above all else. Download the episode today and be encouraged to press on toward your calling in Him!"Have Questions, Send us a Message" This podcast is a production of The Center for Biblical Coaching and Leadership. If this episode has been useful or inspiring to you in any way, please share it with someone else. Lastly, please subscribe to the show and write a review.Visit our website, tcbcl.org, to learn more about our mission and vision.

So excited to have the truly inspiring Erin Bradley joining us.  Erin is a speaker trainer, bestselling author, and the host of the Real Estate podcast: Pursuing Freedom and she's here to share her transformative journey and her mission to empower others. Get ready to be inspired by her story and insights, as we dive into the world of personal growth, and the pursuit of freedom.Pursuing Freedom Podcast:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/pursuing-freedom/id1385086390Erin's Website:https://www.pursuingfreedom.com/Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/pursuingfreedomofficial/Support the show

On this episode of Empower Hour with Gina Zapanta, guest Alma Burke, President and CEO of Burke Consulting Group, shares her journey from humble beginnings in a first generation Latino family to serving in the Los Angeles Police Department for 27 years, to starting her consulting firm, pursuing a Doctorate of Education and so much more ✨ Watch this episode of Empower Hour with Gina Zapanta on ‪@empoweredwithgina‬ — and don't forget to subscribe!

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2 Corinthians 4:16-18 That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spiritsare being renewed every day. For our present troubles are quite small and won't last very long.Yet they produce for us an immeasurably great glory that will last forever!! So we don't look atthe troubles we can see right now, rather we look forward to what we have not yet seen. For thetroubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever!!Hannah - A dream follower1st Samuel 1-2Opposition to the Dream - NO control elementsroad-block to the dream in place - God closed Hannah's womb (1 Sam 1:6)made fun of by family members for inabilities (1 Sam 1:6) well Intentioned but unsupportive loved ones (1 Sam 1:8)wrongly accused of poor behavior - by a well respected authority (1 Sam 1:12-14)Hannah's Control Elementsshowing great emotion (1 Sam 1:10, 11) -Pslams 34:17 & 18defends herself (1 Sam 1:15-16) & DOES NOT lean in to offense (vs.18) Eph 4:32 Prov 15:1 Luke 6:27immediate agreement and belief in promise (vs 18) Romans 5:8-10 - Tim 4:10 John 14:10

What is the technology strategy for the U.S. Department of the Air Force? How is the U.S. Air Force leveraging emerging technology to transform how it does IT? What are the U.S. Department of the Air Force's Zero Trust and ICAM Strategies? Michael J. Keegan explores these questions and more with Jason Bonci, Chief Technology Officer (CTO) within the U.S. Department of the Air Force.

Have you had that dream—the one where you just leave academia? You quit your job, sell all your stuff, and board a plane for somewhere far, far away. But what happens once you land? Dr. Anne Boyd Rioux shares how she left her job in Louisiana and landed in Paris. She explains the steps of establishing a life abroad: working online; exploring new landscapes; frequently repacking suitcases; finding a new feeling of home; and navigating complex visa and residency requirements. As she candidly explores the benefits and downsides of being so mobile, she invites us all to wonder what comes next—when one path stops, and a new one begins. Our guest is: Dr. Anne Boyd Rioux, who is the recipient of four NEH awards, holds a Ph.D. in American Studies, and was an English professor for twenty-three years. She recently sold her house in New Orleans and bought a one-way ticket to Paris. She chronicles her journeys in her newsletter “Letters from Anne,” and is currently writing a memoir. She has served on the Board of Directors of the Biographers International Organization, and her essays and reviews have appeared in the Washington Post, Salon, Lit Hub, Lapham's Quarterly, and elsewhere. Anne has published seven books, and is passionate about reclaiming women writers who created fascinating, sometimes provocative, and often daring works that have been unavailable and unread for generations. Our host is: Dr. Christina Gessler, the producer of the Academic Life podcast. She holds a PhD in history, which she uses to explore what stories we tell (and why) and what happens to those we never tell. Academic Life playlist about academics abroad: Where Is Home Now? Far from home: a conversation about academic relocation Academic Life playlist about life after graduation: Chasing Chickens Contingent Faculty and the Remaking of Higher Education Long road to the dream job in academia Leaving Academia Welcome to Academic Life, the podcast for your academic journey—and beyond! You can support the show by posting, assigning or sharing episodes. Join us here again to learn from even more experts inside and outside the academy, and around the world. Missed any of the 200+ Academic Life episodes? You'll find them all archived here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Have you had that dream—the one where you just leave academia? You quit your job, sell all your stuff, and board a plane for somewhere far, far away. But what happens once you land? Dr. Anne Boyd Rioux shares how she left her job in Louisiana and landed in Paris. She explains the steps of establishing a life abroad: working online; exploring new landscapes; frequently repacking suitcases; finding a new feeling of home; and navigating complex visa and residency requirements. As she candidly explores the benefits and downsides of being so mobile, she invites us all to wonder what comes next—when one path stops, and a new one begins. Our guest is: Dr. Anne Boyd Rioux, who is the recipient of four NEH awards, holds a Ph.D. in American Studies, and was an English professor for twenty-three years. She recently sold her house in New Orleans and bought a one-way ticket to Paris. She chronicles her journeys in her newsletter “Letters from Anne,” and is currently writing a memoir. She has served on the Board of Directors of the Biographers International Organization, and her essays and reviews have appeared in the Washington Post, Salon, Lit Hub, Lapham's Quarterly, and elsewhere. Anne has published seven books, and is passionate about reclaiming women writers who created fascinating, sometimes provocative, and often daring works that have been unavailable and unread for generations. Our host is: Dr. Christina Gessler, the producer of the Academic Life podcast. She holds a PhD in history, which she uses to explore what stories we tell (and why) and what happens to those we never tell. Academic Life playlist about academics abroad: Where Is Home Now? Far from home: a conversation about academic relocation Academic Life playlist about life after graduation: Chasing Chickens Contingent Faculty and the Remaking of Higher Education Long road to the dream job in academia Leaving Academia Welcome to Academic Life, the podcast for your academic journey—and beyond! You can support the show by posting, assigning or sharing episodes. Join us here again to learn from even more experts inside and outside the academy, and around the world. Missed any of the 200+ Academic Life episodes? You'll find them all archived here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/academic-life

Matthew 15: 1-20 Traditions and Commandments 15 Then Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus from Jerusalem and said,2 “Why do your disciples break the tradition of the elders? For theydo not wash their hands when they eat.” 3 He answered them, “And why do youbreak the commandment of God for the sake of your tradition? 4 For God commanded, ‘Honor your father and your mother,' and, ‘Whoever reviles father or mother must surely die.' 5 But you say, ‘If anyone tells his father or hismother, “What you would have gained from me is given to God,” 6 he need nothonor his father.' So for the sake of your tradition you have made void the word of God. 7 You hypocrites! Well did Isaiah prophesy of you, when he said: 8  “‘This people honors me with their lips, but their heart is far from me; 9  in vain do they worship me, teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.'” What Defiles a Person 10 And he called the people to him and said to them, “Hear and understand:11 it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person.” 12 Then the disciples came and said to him, “Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this saying?” 13 He answered, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be rooted up. 14 Let them alone; they are blind guides. And if the blind lead the blind, both will fall into a pit.” 15 But Peter said to him, “Explain the parable to us.”16 And he said, “Are you also still without understanding? 17 Do you not see that whatever goes into the mouth passes into the stomach and is expelled? 18 But what comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart, and this defiles a person.19 For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, slander. 20 These are what defile a person. But to eat with unwashed hands does not defile anyone.” The post Pursing with Your Heart first appeared on Hope Christian Church.

Did you know that in some fields of study, as many as 70% of doctoral students don't finish the program?In this Ask the Expert episode, Chris Lee discusses the complex question of what type of doctoral degree to pursue to advance your career. In terms of demand for candidates with an Ed.D. or Ph.D., Lee said the job market varies by field, region and the type of institution.  Pursing a doctoral degree can be costly. Will it open the right doors for you? Interrogate yourself about the reasons why you want to pursue the degree. You must also examine the non-monetary costs. He is a managing director with Storbeck Search, which specializes in education-related executive search.Read more in a recent article on this topic on HigherEdJobs.Have a burning question that you would like to submit to Ask the Expert? Send us your question and you might hear it discussed on the HigherEdJobs podcast.

Hello and Welcome to the BE ENCOURAGED! Podcast. My hope is that you will be encouraged to find purpose in the beginnings of life! Everything that exists has a beginning! Let's deep dive into this topic as we purse purpose in who we are, what we do, and in all that is created! I hope that you will leave this episode refreshed with a new perspective knowing that from the beginning you have purpose and that there is a divine purpose for you! Especially, in the HERE and NOW! So grab your cup of coffee get on your walk or run and BE ENCOURAGED! Jackie Follow me on Instagram @be_encouraged_podcast --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/beinspiredandmore/support

What an amazing episode with guest, Taneshia from CEO for women! Taneshia is the founder of Christian Entrepreneur Organization (@ceoforwomen on Instagram) and specializes in helping women get unstuck and follow their God-given purpose. I am daily so inspired by what Taneshia shares on Instagram and how she encouraged women entrepreneurs. I couldn't wait to do this interview to ask my own burning questions, and am so excited to share it with all of you! Enjoy the episode, and I'd LOVE to hear your takeaways once you listen!  The Bible Recap: https://www.thebiblerecap.com/start Free Help Now: Get the free Live Brightly Starter Kit (the most fun journaling exercise inside to help you create life-giving habits!): ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.paigeschmidt.com/bright-life/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠paigeschmidt.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Work with Paige: Group Coaching: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠paigeschmidt.com/livebrightly⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  1:1 Coaching: ⁠https://www.paigeschmidt.com/private-coaching-with-paige/⁠ Connect with Paige: Subscribe to the podcast! Email her directly: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠paige@paigeschmidt.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@paigeschmidt⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Suzie's Showers By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. For more about Suzie's adventures, 'Suzie's Maltese Barter' is at Steamy Stories Podcast. Slowly my sanity returned, and my breath calmed down. I looked at the sizable amount of cum I just shot into Suzie Travino's shower, and turned the faucet spray on to wash away the evidence. Taking a long, deep breath of satisfaction, I stepped back, cock still protruding high and proud from my pants, rested on the edge of the sink and shut my eyes for a moment.It was short lived. "That's a great-looking cock," the voice said. My eyes burst open and my head snapped toward the door. Standing in the doorway, wrapped in only a towel was Stephanie's mom, Sarah. Her hair was ruffled in that sexy just-been-fucked kind of way, and she had a certain glow about her pale skin. "I can see why she likes you." My heart practically stopped. The fact that I had no idea who the "she" was in that statement was concerning. Did it reference Tara? Did Sarah know what my relationship with Tara was like? Did she know what I had just seen? "But then again Stephanie's always had an eye for, talent." she said with a smirk. Stephanie. Of course she meant Stephanie. Jesus, this was all sending my mind in circles. Coming back to earth, I frantically stuffed my softening cock back into my pants. "You can leave the shower on," Sarah said as she slowly walked towards me. I awkwardly shuffled past the girl of my dreams, who was about to shower my best friend's cunt juice off her face and body. "Tim?" she called toward me as I reached the door, "I won't tell if you don't." She offered me a wink and a sly grin, and I just nodded like an imbecile and hurried out the door. Floating down stairs I scanned the party for Mike. I needed to get out of there and clear my head, but I didn't want to abandon my friend. On the other hand, he was a big boy and could take care of himself, so after a quick once over of the crowd I headed out. Walking towards the car, my mind was reeling. I felt a buzz in my pocket. Pulling out my phone I saw a message. From Tara. "Are you ok? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Please don't hate me" it read. I paused. I searched my feelings; I definitely didn't hate her. I didn't know what I felt, honestly. Was I ok with it because it wasn't a guy? Was I ok with it because I could live vicariously through my best friend? I needed time to process. "Yeah I'm ok," I finally wrote back, "I don't hate you, I just need time to process." Bubbles appeared then disappeared on her end. I could tell neither of us quite knew what to say. "That was fucking wild" I finally offered, breaking the ice "Yeah I know, lol; I definitely didn't plan for you to find out like that, " "It was definitely a, stimulating experience." I offered back. A quick "lol" popped up from her, then a pause. Bubbles. No bubbles. Bubbles, then eggplant emoji, water droplets, question mark. I laughed. It was funny, but it was also more timid than I expected from Tara. I think she was a little embarrassed. But not so embarrassed that she didn't want to know. I sent her back a gif that expressed the excited affirmative, and was quickly responded to with another "lol." Then bubbles, then "good :)" My cock stirred. Not sure where to go from there I started a sign off text when I was greeted by another message from Tara, one that took all the weight from my shoulders: "Let's get lunch tomorrow." I was ecstatic. I missed her friendship so much, and somehow the craziness of tonight seems to have set us on a path to mending things. Thank God. I immediately wrote back an affirmative, then signed off pleasantly with "get some sleep" and headed off once again toward my car with a smile on my face. As I walked down the long shadowy driveway thoughts of the evening's events were dissipated by low moans and grunts. Low moans and grunts that were coming from my car. My ears, and cock, perked up. I stealthily approached my vehicle, peering over the hood of the next nearest car. Through the backseat window I saw two bodies. Specifically two heavenly bodies; the luscious, fat globes attached to the chest of Mike's girlfriend Kerri. Her low cut top had been pulled down, and her glorious, Greek melons were free to the night air, jiggling and bouncing with the rhythm of love. They were different than I had expected. Surprisingly perky for their size, they reached outward and arched to the point of her nipples, as opposed to being more round and falling to the side. Oh yeah, Mike was there too, his head hung back in pleasure as Kerri impaled herself on his cock. Those tits, though. My God. plump and full, pressed together in a delightful bouquet by her arms as she gripped Mike's shoulders. Her nipples were screaming to be sucked, but were disappointingly dry. I was transfixed by their jiggle and bounce so much so that I didn't even realize Kerri was looking directly at me. My stomach dropped in slight embarrassment when we made eye contact, but there was no shame on her breathless, lusty face. The corners of her open, gasping mouth turned upward into a smile at the recognition, and she turned back toward the activity at hand as a shock of pleasure passed over her. I think being watched might have turned her on. "Yes, that's it, baby, that's it!" She moaned as her eyes shut. She was getting close. She bounced hard and fast on Mike's cock, angling toward orgasm, but apparently it was too much for the young man. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Mike bellowed out, gripping on to Kerri tightly. "Not yet, baby, just hold on, just a little longer," Kerri pleaded through gasps, both of them too far gone to change strategies. "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm; uh" Mike exclaimed as his balls started rocketing sperm up into Kerri. I had no idea if they were using a condom, but something was definitely getting filled with hot love at that moment. "Yeah, take that cum, baby, take that cum," Mike gasped out in a very porny display. Kerri was a good sport, though, and rode him like a champ through his orgasm at the expense of her own. "Fuck, that was so fucking good," Mike said as he came down. I saw Kerri look back over at me, tits still exposed and heaving up and down with labored breaths, and give me a look that said "agree to disagree." I chuckled, and held up my open hand and mouthed "five minutes?" then cocked my head to the side indicating a desire to get going. Her smirk returned and she nodded in the affirmative as she pulled her blouse back up over her bulbous breasts. I chuckled and shook my head, sitting down out of sight in order to give them the time they needed to get decent. What a night. What a fucking night. Alexa has her horny secrets As Tim slowly learns he's not the only horny person in the building, Alexa's diary adds some more racy details. "Yeah, that's it, that's it," I said between ragged breaths, "cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" Gripping the edge of my friend's bathroom sink, my reflection a foggy haze thanks to my hot breath pouring over it, I had only one thought in my mind: I'm in big trouble. To be clear, at that exact moment I wasn't in big trouble, no, at that exact moment I had my skirt bunched up, my panties around my ankles, and my body was awash with the lovely sensations of a perfectly adequate cock sliding in and out of my satisfactorily wet cunt. It felt nice, it was, fine. College was out for the summer, so I, along with many other 18 and 19 year olds from the area, had two semesters-worth of new life experiences to share, and four hot months to share them with as many friends, or other able-bodied, willing participants as possible. This meant only one thing: house parties. It's funny how a few short months can change things. That night I was at the house of a girl I went to high school with, Sasha, who I honestly can't remember ever saying two words to while we were in school together. My step-brother Tim's high school graduation had been earlier that day, and we had run into each other at the ceremony; she was there in support of her younger brother as well. We exchanged overly enthusiastic pleasantries for two people who spent four years together and barely ever spoke, but it ended with an invitation to a party at her house. I gladly accepted. I had a lot of things on my mind, and desperately needed some distraction. My first year at college had brought a lot of new experiences into my life, but at the top of that list was the loss of my virginity. It was my nineteenth birthday, and my roommate sneakily set me up with a handsome bartender that, unbeknownst to me, she had personally vetted the night before. His name was Brian, and he was an older man, gorgeous and charming, a total breath of fresh air compared to the college boys I had fooled around with up to that point. We chatted, we kissed, and by the time we got up to his apartment, I was literally drooling for this man's cock. And what a cock it was; easily the biggest I had ever seen; and I was desperate for it to be the first cock inside me. And boy was it. He made me cum twice, practically sawed me in half with his perfect penis, and when he finally pulled out and showered my body with his hot semen it felt like a coronation. I had arrived. I was a woman, a sexual woman, and I had pleased this Man with my body. I felt amazing. The following morning we both fell into the shower. Our kisses came hot and heavy, lips on lips, lips on necks, hands roaming over bodies, and as the warm water began to cascade down on us I felt him slide his hand down between my legs and dip his finger between the already slick lips of my cunt. I grabbed onto him to steady myself as my legs almost buckled. His fingers glided around my lips and clit, sending shocks of pleasure pulsing through my body, but it was when he curved his finger and slipped it up inside that I really began to vibrate. I needed more of him inside me. I could feel his cock begin to harden against my leg as I gasped into his ear. His big, thick cock. I needed it. Slipping down to my knees on the tile floor of the shower, the water poured over my thick black hair as I came face to face with the object of my lust. My fingers gripped it, felt its girth; I couldn't believe I had fit this entire thing inside me the night before. I held his heavy balls in my hand, then, done with my admiration, I opened my lips and took it into my mouth. I would have worshiped this idol all day if I could, but this wasn't about worship, this was about getting more of that amazing new feeling I had last night, so I sucked. I bobbed my head hard and fast, determined to get that beautiful cock as hard as possible. I felt it grow. I felt it stiffen, and soon it was too much for me to fit in my mouth. I pulled off, looking at the hard pleasure baton before me, and quickly stood up. I kept one hand on him, stroking, encouraging. We kissed again, and then, like a whirlwind, Brian spun me around and bent me over toward the wall. I braced myself, the warm water pouring down my back, felt his hand grip my hip tightly, and then felt the bulbous head of his hard cock inch between my lips. I gasped. He pushed. I stretched. He entered. There it was again. That full, enveloping feeling. At first it was short, slow thrusts; he had only managed to get in the first couple inches; It felt amazing, but I wanted more. He grabbed my hips with both hands, repositioned the angle slightly, and pushed again. This time he didn't stop, and I let out a loud, pleasureful " Uh, as I took the full length of his cock. I lost my breath immediately, and was in a euphoric state of shock as he bottomed out inside me. Pulling back slowly, and pushing in again, my body began to get used to this erotic intruder, sending cascades of cunt juice down my walls to welcome him. As he began to saw back and forth, I became lost in the sensation. Short, high-pitched grunts escaped my lips on each inward thrust; he was so deep inside me. His hands hooked into my hips, I felt my fat, wet asscheeks ripple and shake with each slap of his hips as he started to fuck me harder. My moans got louder as his thrusts got faster. My whole body was buzzing. His groans of exertion just got me hotter and wetter, and I reveled in the pleasure my young body was giving this older man. All I could do was say "more, more, " In response, one of his hands left my hip and snaked further around to the front of my body, slipping back down between my legs. His fingers touched my clit and I almost screamed. Fucking me hard from behind, pushing my body against the slick wall of the shower as his cock drove so deep inside me, my body began buzzing as his fingers strummed my throbbing clit. My arms started to wave, trying desperately to find something sturdy to hold on to, doing my best to brace myself as a tsunami of pleasure began to crest over me. The pressure began in my cunt, swirling inside me, tightening, tensing up. His cock drove into me again and again, racing me toward climax. My walls gripped his shaft tightly, squeezing desperately to stop him from leaving on every outward stroke. His hand not on my clit reached up, grasping my shoulder trying to steady himself, and as a passionate cry escaped his throat, I knew. I knew he was racing toward heaven as quickly as I was, trying not to get there before me, and that was it. It put me over the edge. The spring of pleasure inside me released, and electricity shot through me. My cunt started to spasm and pulse around his thick, manly cock, and he pushed into me once more and held himself there. His arms grabbed my shaking body tight, and he held me as his cock sent me spiraling through the cosmos. It seemed like all systems inside me did a hard reboot, and suddenly I was back on earth being soothed by warm water, bosom heaving with ragged breath, in the arms of a man whose cock was deep inside me. I smiled as I remembered where I was. I shimmied my ass against him to signal I was present and accounted for, and I felt his thick meat throb inside me. His breath was loud in my ear, and as I reached up and felt for the short stubble on his face, I breathlessly asked him "did you cum?" He shook his head no, croaking out "No. Very close." I felt his hands gripping my slick body, his cock pulse inside me with the desperate need for release, his hot, labored breathing, and something unexpected came over me. Earlier in the year I had been at a party. It was the end of the first semester, and after a long period of finals and papers, it was our chance to blow off a little steam while we waited for grades to be posted at midnight. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a conversation with a few fellow female classmates that was quickly turning dirty. "And that's why I always swallow," Jane said, raising her glass in a mock salute, eliciting a laugh from us all. Jane was very tall, almost six feet, and very gorgeous and put together. Her hair was perfectly sandy blonde, her skin always seemingly flawlessly tanned; it was frankly difficult for me to imagine someone as in control as her letting a guy shoot off in her mouth. Then again, they say it's the most efficient way to deal with clean up, so maybe it made sense after all. "ALWAYS?" Said Meera, across from me. Meera was a curvy Indian girl with long black hair, wide hips and big breasts. Breasts she wasn't shy about putting on display tonight beneath her tight, low cut blouse. "Always," Jane said, confidently, "It's efficient, it's quick, and guys fucking love it." Everyone laughed in agreement again. "Why, you don't?" She said, tossing the question back to Meera. "I mean I do," Meera began, "I love swallowing, but sometimes I like to spice it up, you know?" She said through arching eyebrows as she pushed her breasts together with her arms and shook her cleavage at us as we all laughed. Jane shook her head in disagreement. "If that's what you do with spice, remind me never to try your cooking!" We all laughed again. "Oh come on," Meera said with a tone of disbelief, "It's good, clean, dirty fun, and the guys get off on marking their territory. Besides, what else are these honkers good for?" She said, grabbing her bulging breasts with both hands. "Alexa knows what I'm talking about, right, Alexa?" She gestured toward me, "You've got a nice big pair over there; sometimes it's fun to put 'em to work, right?" All eyes were on me as I shifted uncomfortably. "Actually,” I began timidly, “ no." "So you swallow, then." Jane stated more than asked. I pursed my lips in a pained smile and shook my head no. "So what do you do when a guy's gonna cum, just jerk him off?" Meera said, legitimately intrigued. "I just sorta,” I offered with an embarrassed tone “ let him finish it off, usually." "REALLY?" Jane said, surprised. All the girls were very engaged with me now, and I was starting to turn beet red. "Yeah, I mean, I'm still kinda new to it all," I said in defense of myself. "Don't get me wrong, I love giving blowjobs and I love giving handjobs, but I just haven't yet gotten used to, the spice." "Fair enough," Jane said tilting her cup at me, "You'll get there soon, I'm sure." "I just don't see what the big deal is," I offered back with a shrug, "I mean it's kinda fun to watch it shoot out, but it's just you know, goop. And if I'm not having sex, why would I want to use anything other than my hand our mouth to get it?" "It's so much more than just goop, girl!" Meera proclaimed, "It's the pleasure; it's the reward. And sex, any sex, is about using your whole body for pleasure, not just tongues and fingers and cocks and pussies." "I'll drink to that," Jane said, and we all laughed and drank. Later on, as the clock neared midnight, I paced in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting my grades. "I don't know, M," I said to Meera, who leaned on the counter nearby with a near total calm, "I tanked that final. I TANKED it. If I fail that class, I don't know what I'm going to do." "It's gonna be fine, Alexa, you took that class to try something new, and when the time came you knew that stuff inside and out. I saw you in class; you were relaxed, you were confident, you just gotta trust me." "I don't know, it didn't feel like I knew what I was doing, " "Just trust me, girl," she said, taking a drink from her cup. My pacing didn't abate, and I watched as an idea formed in her head. "Tell you what: I'm so confident that you have nothing to worry about, that if you get anything less than an A-, I'll buy you lunch every day for the next semester." My pacing stopped. That was quite an expensive bet she was making. One that she seemed extremely confident she was going to win. "And what if I Do get an A- or above?" I said with suspicion in my voice. Meera walked over to me and pointed across the room at a guy named Kyle, who was playing a drinking game with some of our classmates. He and I were friends, and occasional hook up partners. "I know how hard you've been studying, and I know how long it's been since you and Kyle had some alone time." "He was so sweet during finals; he didn't try to push anything, he even brought me dinner a few nights when I was studying for that damn test." I smiled at the memory. "Well now's the perfect time to show how much you appreciate that," Meera continued, "so for this bet, if you get an A or above on your final,” she leaned in and whispered the stipulations into my ear. I instantly turned beet red. Maybe she had a point though. Maybe it was time for me to broaden my horizons. "Ok," I said, nodding, "I'll do it." "That a girl!" The clock turned over to the midnight hour, and almost on cue everyone began checking their phones for their grades. There were some sighs of relief, some groans of disappointment, but for me, thanks to the bet I made with Meera, there was an increasing wetness in my panties as I waited for the page to load. The wheel spun over and over, and then my eyes widened as I saw my grade. "Let's see it!" Meera cawed, and my cheeks grew red as I gave her the phone, revealing a big, bright A next to my final grade for the class in question. A big smile spread over her full lips, she raised her eyebrows and said "Well? What are you waiting for?" Pocketing my phone, face hot with anticipation, I made my way over to Kyle. He wasn't as joyous as some of the others. "Hey Ry," I opened, "what's wrong?" "Eh, things just didn't go the way I hoped," he said with a dour tone, "I worked really hard, too, but,” He just shrugged. "Hey," I said, reaching down and taking his hand, "why don't you come with me and we can, talk about it." Kyle's eyebrows raised up high, a smirk began to form at the edges of his lips, and he made his way off with me. Drawing him into an upstairs bedroom, I pulled him close, kissed him long and deep, and then sat him on the nearby bed as I went to lock the door. Walking back over to him I stood between his legs. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was already starting to get hard in anticipation of what might happen next. I reached for his belt, and in turn he reached out for the button to my jeans. "No," I said, gently pushing his hands away from my admittedly wet cunt, "tonight this is for you." Kyle smiled, and shifted closer toward the edge of the bed as I worked open his belt and pants. I gripped either side of the fabric, and as he lifted his hips I slid his pants and underwear down his legs, sinking to my knees in front of him as I did so. I hadn't seen that many cocks at this point in my life, but I was pretty sure Kyle's was a good one. Decent length, decent girth, I had never had a problem fitting it into my mouth, but it was also big enough to make sure my hands could get in on the action too. Kneeling there in front of him, his cock arched toward the sky, fully hard and straining. Leaning forward I opened my mouth, taking his tip between my lips. A loud, long sigh rose out of his chest. I swirled my tongue around the wide head of his cock, generating as much lubrication in my mouth as I could manage. I was going to need it. I put my hands up on his bare thighs and began to pull him deeper. My head bobbed up and down along the length of his shaft, every pulse and twitch in my mouth making my cunt wetter and wetter. Not usually one for sloppy blow jobs, tonight was decidedly different. Each slip of his cock into my mouth left him slicker and more covered with my saliva, and each outward stroke brought a loud slurping noise from me. "Jesus, Alexa, this is fucking amazing!" Kyle groaned as his breath began to shorten. I felt his cock grow even harder in my mouth; He was getting close. With a wet pop I pulled my mouth off his cock, making sure to leave an extra helping of wetness on him. Kyle reluctantly snapped out of his building pleasure, a confused look on his face. I stood up. Reaching down I grasped the hem of my blouse and pulled it up and over my head, revealing my bare stomach and bra-encased breasts to the low lamplight. I unclasped my black bra, feeling the joy of release as I pulled the big cups away from my large, full breasts. Kyle looked on in amazement. My nipples were hard as rocks. Taking his hand again, I stood him up, and we switched places. I sat on the edge of the bed now, and Kyled stood between my legs, his hard, glistening rod mere inches from my naked chest. It was time to keep my end of the bet. "I want you to fuck my tits," I said, looking him in the eye. His mouth hung stupidly open at this request. He asked no questions, just nodded excitedly. I grasped each of my large breasts in my hands and instinctively gave my nipples a quick pinch, sending a spike of pleasure through my body. Kyle stepped forward. I pressed my tits together, making a long, seductive runway of cleavage. His fat head slid into the tight space between my tits. It was a new and exciting feeling as his full length slid between my breasts, and I couldn't help but give my nipples another tweak as an accent. Kyle groaned as his tip crested out through the top of my cleavage ever so briefly, then pulled back down between them. Jesus, it was fucking hot. I wasn't expecting that. I drooled some saliva down to help aid his way, and I felt a hand grasp my bare shoulder as he began to thrust. Pump after pump he slipped his length between my sweet, pillowy tits, and every time the tip popped out between them it turned me on more. His cock head was a deep purple, blood straining against spongy skin just dying for a release. I looked up at Kyle; he was in pure heaven. I never in a million years would have thought to do this, but now I was thinking I might need to make it a regular thing. My breasts, my body, was bringing him immense pleasure in ways I had never appreciated it could outside of a mouth, or hands, or a cunt. It was if my whole body was a sexual organ. I think this is what Meera had been getting at. Then a sudden cry erupted from Kyle's mouth and he began to shake. He gripped my shoulder tight. His eyes flew open and looked directly at me with wanton desperation. He might not have had the power of speech at that moment, but I knew immediately the question he asked with his eyes. I nodded. He cried out again, quickening his pace. He thrust himself between my plump tits harder and more erratically now. Suddenly the unintelligible cries turned to gasps of "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," and I felt his other hand grasp tightly at my arm. I kept my balance, leaning into him as two final, hard, frantic thrusts burrowed between my swollen tits. Then, as his cockhead surfaced out of the deep ocean of my cleavage for the final time, it shook, it flared, and then suddenly the first rope of hot cum seared the cool flesh of my chest. I gasped. Holding my tits together tight so as to not lose any of the delicious pressure around his spurting cock, I held my breath excitedly as the second, third, and fourth stream of hot joy leapt from his tip and spread all over me. I felt it hit me under the chin, I felt it grasp at the nape of my neck; it was Kyle's total, full body release and relief, spread like exploding fireworks across my chest. I had never experienced the male orgasm like this before. I had never experienced cum like this before. It was exhilarating. We both began to regain our breath as his cock dribbled out the last dregs of his supremely emptied balls, and with a thick slurp, Kyle slipped his cock out from between my cum-covered tits. I leaned back onto my elbows to take in the moment. My chest glistened with sloppy white pools of diamond. "God damn, Alexa," Kyle wheezed, "that was so fucking hot." I looked at him as he took in the semen-glazed sight before him. There was a new look in his eye I didn't recognize. It was at once both a look of conquest, and a look of satisfaction at a job well done. Kyle padded off to the en suite bathroom to get us both towels, leaving me to bask in the moment. Meera was right; there was a certain kind of magic to it. It was then I remembered the final part of the bet. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieved my phone, opened up the camera. Making sure to get the whole spread of the x-rated painting on my chest while cropping out my face, I took a single photograph, snapchatting it to Meera with the caption "you were right :)" I laid there on the bed in silence thinking about that look on his face. It was a special, special look. Standing beneath the falling rain of the shower, feeling Brian begin to slowly-but-anxiously feed his cock in and out of my cunt again, I thought about that look on Kyle's face that night. I wanted to see it again. Slipping off his long, straining cock I turned to face him, then sank to my knees once again. I gripped firmly at his large balls, pulled up tight to his body in anticipation of the coming release, and took the huge head of his cock into my mouth once again. Sliding it deeper, I bobbed my head with purpose, sucking long and deliberate strokes, desperately milking his climax to the forefront. Brian began to shake. His gasps came quicker and deeper. I felt his rock-hard dick swell up even firmer, giving me my final warning. With one last languid drag of my lips along his shaft, I popped his cock out of my mouth. Brian looked down at me with a ferocious hunger. Never taking my eyes off his, I leaned back onto my heels and put my hands on his wet thighs. He reached his hand to his straining, bobbing manhood. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth. I felt his body shake as he pumped his cock with abandon, and then, after a final grunt of exertion, I felt the first rope of his hot cum drape itself across my face. Another on my lip A third from my chin into my open mouth. A fourth against my neck. Feeling no more lashes from the most erotic of whips, I opened my eyes just in time to see him milk the final pulses of cum out of his cock and over his knuckles. He let go of his spent cock, and I leaned forward, taking it into my mouth again. Suckling on the head, I looked up at him again, and there, on my knees, painted with this man's cum, I saw the look. Conquest. Ownership. Satisfaction. I had never planned to see Brian again, but I wanted him to know that for at least this one day, everything I had belonged to him. You can imagine my surprise the weekend I came home from school and discovered he was dating my mother. It was a complete and total coincidence, he had no idea she was my mother, but coincidence or not, we had a huge problem on our hands, hence the huge trouble I was currently in. School was now over for the year, and I was going to be home a lot more, and I had no idea how I was going to handle seeing my mother being affectionate with this man I had experienced so intimately. That's why at Sasha's party I did whatever I could to get my mind off the trouble at hand, which on this particular night meant fucking this kid Trevor I knew from honor's math class in Sasha's upstairs bathroom. He was cute enough, and I had had enough drinks to feel pleasant and flushed, so after a short round of catching up and flirting we made our way upstairs. I wasn't looking for love, I was looking for distraction. As I mentioned, his dick was perfectly adequate. Sucking dick always got me very wet, and I desperately needed to get fucked soon, so I slipped his cock into my mouth and bobbed away as I waited for the juices to start flowing inside me. I quickly got wet, alright, but the problem was every time I closed my eyes it was Brian's huge cock I was sucking, not Trevor's. I tried to shake off the thoughts, so I slid my panties off, hiked up my skirt, and bent over the sink. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then I felt Trevor's hand on my ass as he quickly fumbled with his cock to find my wet opening. I thought about how I had fucked Brian bareback. Twice. Trevor pushed clumsily and after a few tries I felt my cunt walls stretch to welcome him. My mind drifted to how expertly Brian had warmed me up and fed my body his massive cock. How it split me wide. Trevor's cock was nice, but it wasn't, that. Trevor humped and fucked at me, his hips slapping against my ass as his cock drove up into me. It felt good, but it was nowhere near good enough to get me to cum, or to drive the thoughts of Brian's magnificent cock from my mind. Pleasant as this experience was, It wasn't working, so I was ready to move on. Stealing a trick from my roommate Claire, I called out in my sexiest moan "Cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" This was a command that seemingly no man could resist, and instantly drove them to the brink. I had only given this command once before, to Brian that first time he fucked me, and for him it wasn't a shortcut, it was an honest request to be showered in his seed. The thought triggered something inside me and I felt my orgasm start to build, but the shortcut worked before I could wrangle it. Suddenly my cunt was empty of Trevor's cock and I heard the snap of a removed condom. He gripped my wide ass with one hand, trembled and shook as he jerked his cock with the other, and then with a gasp and a groan I felt his hot cum spurting out and lashing the flesh of my ass. It was, fine. Trevor's cock, his cum, while nice, did nothing to remove the memory of being properly fucked and claimed by the man who was now my mother's boyfriend. Trevor and I cleaned up, he kissed me, thanked me, and exited, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed heavily. "What the fuck am I going to do?" Chapter 14: Stephanie gives Tim an explosive graduation present. The sunshine sneaking through the cracks in my window shades told me it was Saturday morning. The hardon between my legs told me I was awake. Last night was a whirlwind, and I honestly wasn't even sure it all really happened. After losing my virginity the night before, yesterday had begun with me emptying my balls into the slick womb of my step-sister's best friend, followed by my high school graduation, all leading to a mega party at my classmate's house where I seemingly made up with my best friend Tara, found out she was dating Sarah (my next door neighbor and longest crush), watched them fuck, and then ended with me shooting my nuts off into an empty shower right before Sarah walked in on me and told me I had a "great-looking cock." Oh yeah, and then I got caught peeping by my friend Mike's girlfriend Kerri as they fucked in the back of my car, which I'm pretty sure turned her on. It had been a wild 24 hours. Still hard from the magic of the morning and the memories of last night, I pulled the covers back, fished my cock out of my pajama shorts, and examined it while I let it breathe. Sarah called it "great-looking." Stephanie called it "gorgeous." Tara called it "fantastic." I had looked at it before, but I had never really LOOKED at it. As the teenage guy I was, I always worried that my dick would be inadequate, that it would be too small, that it wouldn't be able to get hard, but up until very recently I never had any independent commentary done on it. I had to say I was a fan of the results. And looking at it now, I could see what they saw in it. It was thick, it was hard, it was a good length, it was, proud. My fingers passed over it gently and I briefly thought of replaying the scenes of the previous day and jerking off, but I was meeting Stephanie later this evening for my "graduation present," and I wanted to stay at the ready just in case the evening went the way I hoped it would. Stephanie. She was an enigma. We had fucked twice, and she had finally opened up to me a bit, but she was still playing games. I needed to get to the bottom of why she was acting weird about us, hopefully after I got to the bottom of her cunt again with my "gorgeous" cock. My cock stayed hard as I showered, but I resisted the urge there too, even as my dirty mind circled back toward Mike's girlfriend Kerri. I knew it was wrong, but, damn she had nice tits. The way they bounced as she fucked was intoxicating. It was a shame that Mike wasn't giving that girl everything she needed and then some. Heading downstairs for a coffee before I left to meet Tara, I cheerily greeted my step mom Kelly, but was met with a distracted "mmhmm," which was decidedly out of character for her. She sat at the kitchen table nursing her own coffee, staring wistfully out the window. Something was up. "What's up, Kell?" I said, sitting down to join her. "Nothing, honey, it's fine," She begged off, stirring her coffee idly. "Come on, Kelly," I said, not buying the front she was putting up, "you always said I could talk to you about anything, so you should be able to do the same with me!" "You're so sweet, Tim," she smiled. She let out a big sigh, and leaned backward against the back of her chair. "It's Brian, my, friend." she finally let out. The pause before "friend" spoke volumes to me. I don't know what they had been doing with each other, but they were clearly more than friends. "What about him?" I said, filling the space of her pause. "I don't think I'm going to be seeing him for a while." "No? Why, what happened?" Kelly began to answer but before the words came out, my step sister Alexa came bouncing into the room. "Morning," she said, flatly, not registering the vibe in the room. Her mom's less than enthusiastic response gave her pause the same way it did me, and she turned her attention toward us. "What're you guys talking about?" "Brian broke up with her," I blurted out bluntly, looking Alexa dead in the eyes. I watched the color leave her face, and her body tensed up. Unbeknownst to Kelly, Brian had been the one to take Alexa's virginity, which created a conflict of interest to say the least, but Brian made Kelly happier than I had ever seen since my dad passed away; I was really hoping this wasn't all because of something Alexa had said to him. Maybe it was, or maybe the knowledge that he had pushed his dick into his girlfriend's daughter was just too weird for him, who knows. "We didn't break; I mean we weren't,” Kelly stammered, “ I don't know what we were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he needed some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's all." "Jeez, mom, I'm sorry," Alexa said, sitting down at the table now. There was still a slight sense of panic on her face. She reached out and touched her mom's hand lovingly. "Yeah, he seemed nice," I added, still staring at Alexa. "Thanks, you guys," Kelly said warmly. She basked in our love for a moment, then snapped out of it. "Anyway, it is what it is. I need to get going - Sandy and I are going shopping. What're you kids up to today?" "I'm getting lunch with Tara," I said, bringing some lightness back to mind. "That's great, honey!" Kelly beamed, "I like her; I miss seeing her around." "Yeah, me too," I said, smiling back at her. Alexa remained silent, but the positive energy of my plans with Tara seemed to be enough to get Kelly moving. "Well you two have fun," she said, "I don't know what time I'll be back, shopping might turn into drinks after shopping, who's to say" she chuckled. Getting up from the table she made her way around, kissed us each on the forehead, and went off on her way. Alexa and I sat in silence. "What did you say to him?" I whispered bluntly. "Nothing!" She loudly whispered back "I haven't even seen him since he was here the other night!" "Well the timing is pretty damn convenient," I grumbled. We sat in silence for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," I finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out." I couldn't believe what I was saying. Not only had Brian fucked Alexa (twice!), but I also knew from first hand experience that he had some kinky shit going on with Sandy and her husband Don. It was for the first time, in that moment, that I realized all of that took a backseat to Kelly's happiness. I wanted it for her. She deserved it. "Fine," Alexa said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right." "Good." I said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing." I had no idea if that was true. "I gotta go meet Tara," I said, finishing my coffee as I stood up. "By the way," I snorted as I made my way past Alexa, "you might wanna take a shower, you smell like a beer hall." I had no idea where she had been the night before; I'd have to remember to ask Stephanie for the details later. "God, Ridley and Ms. Dorman?" Tara said in disbelief as she took a pull from her soda. "I still can't believe it." "Yeah, me neither," I replied with a chuckle. Lunch with Tara had been great so far. We slipped right back into our old rhythms, joking and laughing as we gossipped and caught up. Somehow the pressure was gone, at least for the moment, and the warm glow I felt in her presence had returned. It didn't hurt that she looked great today, too. Even on days like today, when she wasn't trying to impress anyone, Tara couldn't help but bring a certain smolder. Short gym shorts and knee high socks showed off her thick thighs, and the bra she wore under her loose tank top had extra straps that draped across the top of her tits, accenting them while not being overly flashy. "What was his dick like, did you see it?" She said, leaning in, munching on a french fry. That was the Tara I knew and loved. "Curved and kinda small," I responded with stifled glee. I was certain I had a nicer cock than the resident lothario of the local educational system. "Jesus, Miller, you're becoming quite the experienced peeping tom, huh" She joked, smiling wryly. She was sure right. A couple weeks ago Tara and I had witnessed my next door neighor Sarah get fucked in full view of her bedroom window, then a couple days ago I caught my favorite teacher fucking the gym teacher in a classroom, and last night, God, last night. Last night I had watched Tara and Sarah eat each other out at a graduation party. My best friend and my biggest crush fucking each other. "Yeah, I'll say," I responded. A long pause hung in the air between us as we both remembered what happened last night. It had been a hell of a way to find out about Tara and Sarah's relationship, but somehow it also seemed to diffuse the tension between us. That being said, it was still another highly erotic experience we shared despite neither one of us ever touching the other. My cock twitched in my pants at the memory. All of a sudden my attention was brought back to the here and now as my gaze fell across the outdoor patio we relaxed in. Two new patrons had entered, and just been seated. It was a medium height, skinny African American guy about our age, and a tall, thick-thighed strawberry blonde with two of the biggest tits I had ever had the pleasure of seeing, that sat beneath a modest, knee-length sundress. "Hey," I said to Tara, breaking the silence finally, trying not to stare at the couple across the way, "See that girl over there?" I slyly flicked my eyes in their direction as I spoke. "Who, the redhead?" Said, looking right over with no such attempt at conspicuousness. "Strawberry blonde," I corrected her, "or at least that's what she likes to say." Tara rolled her eyes. "That's Rachel." Tara's eyes went wide. "The one from the prom, who, you know,” she whispered at me now, making a slight "jack off" hand motion for emphasis. "Jesus, stop that," I chuckled, swatting at her hand before Rachel could see. "Yeah, that's her," Tara side-eyed her as she and her companion settled in with their menus. She looked good. Big tits straining against the front of her dress, neckline low enough to show off her collarbones and a hint of her deep cleavage but high enough to remain decent, thick thighs crossed over each other stemmed out from the flare of her dress, cute, conservative, white sneakers on her feet. "She looks pretty uptight," Tara said dismissively, "I'm sorry she got grossed out by your cum, but frankly I'm not really surprised; she seems like the 'dry handy under a thick blanket' type." My eyes went wide, at first in disbelief that Tara would use that kind of language in a public setting, but then because I couldn't believe she remembered the "ew, gross!" story. It had been pretty hurtful to me at the time, and she remembered, and was even now trying to make me feel better about it. We sat in a small silence again as we both side eyed Rachel now. It was good to have my friend back. "Man, redheads just seem to always have the best tits, don't they?" she said finally. All I could do was nod. I remembered those tits, fat and wide, bursting through my fingers as I squeezed them; Jiggling seductively as she stroked my cock; lashed with a thick line of my hot semen. Semen Tara didn't think was gross. Redheads always have the best tits. Sarah was a redhead. Sarah had fantastic tits. I had seen Tara's hands and lips ravage them just last night. This conversational segue could not be avoided. Clearly we weren't sure how to broach the subject, so Tara employed a tried and true method: she batted her eyes back towards me and said "truth or dare?" I smiled; those three words were comforting coming from her, even if our conversation was about to get potentially awkward. "Truth," I offered back. "Do you,” she began. She paused momentarily to think through her words. "Are you ok with everything that happened last night?" "Am I ok with watching two gorgeous women eat each other out, feet from my face?" I chuckled, deflecting the question, "yeah I'd say I'm ok with that!" Tara looked away with slight embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red ever so slightly. "No, I mean, are you ok with me and Sarah?" she said as she picked nervously at her fingers. "I know how much you like her, but you never made a move, and you seemed to be, preoccupied, with Stephanie, so I just,” she paused again, a slight grimace on her face. “ are you ok with it?" "Honestly, yes, I am," I told her. It wasn't a lie. "I'm happy you're happy, for real." I thought back to last night before adding "and I mean, if I get to live vicariously through you, who am I to complain?" We both chuckled as Tara's blush began to return. "You know me, Miller," she said, meeting my gaze with her bright, sparkly eyes, "I'm an open book." Our eye contact lingered. "Truth or dare," I said, actively ending the moment. "Truth," she quickly responded I asked the one question I was dying to know the answer to: "How the hell did you two get together?" Tara smiled and looked a way a moment. "Well," she began, "oddly enough, she actually approached Me. I wasn't prepared for it, but honestly, after that day you and I watched her, I couldn't get her out of my head. That body of hers was amazing, she was so hot, I had no idea!" "Yeah, join the club," I joked. "She started flirting with me after school, and you had told me she and Stephanie had hooked up, so I knew she was 'open to suggestion,' so once things went the way they went with Bud, I just, went for it" She smiled a coy smile. "And she went for it right away?" I asked, breaking the rules of the game. "It took some convincing," Tara said with a smile, "she's not totally comfortable with people knowing about that part of her sexuality yet,” Her eyes drifted wistfully and she licked her lips “ but we agreed to go on a date, and, well let's just say I got a hard yes after I convinced her under the bleachers with my fingers and tongue." My cock immediately went from six to midnight. Under those bleachers was where Sarah told me she had a very unsatisfying loss of her virginity, so it was extra arousing to hear Tara worked some real magic on her in that very same spot. Good for her. Fuck I wish I could have seen that too. "So wait," I said as my mind cued in on a detail, "are you guys like going out? Like not just fooling around, actually going on dates and stuff?" It was an important distinction. Tara had been with plenty of people, but she never had a steady boyfriend (or girlfriend) as long as I had known her. "Yeah," she said, with another coy smile, "we've gone out a couple times, and it's, really nice." She was starting to almost glow as she spoke of Sarah, now. I had never seen her like this. "I think she, "she paused excitedly as she was about to cross a threshold totally new to her. “ I think she's my girlfriend!" I had a smile on my face that matched hers. I was so happy to see her happy. "That's amazing, Tara, really." "Thanks, Miller," she said, meeting me again with those sparkling eyes, "that means a lot." We smiled at each other with the love of two close friends, until the moment was ended by my buzzing phone. It was Stephanie. I turned my attention to my phone. "Important stuff?" Tara said dryly. I think she knew who it was even without asking. "It's Stephanie, I'm picking her up after work, she just wanted to confirm time and stuff. I barely registered Tara's languid nod before she excused herself to go to the bathroom. The stiffness in my pants had abated a bit, but I felt that rush return as I thought about tonight with Stephanie. My graduation present. Good God, what could it possibly be? Mind wandering idly, my eyes drifted across the patio, over to Rachel; I caught her looking right at me. Her eyes darted away quickly, but then, as her companion got up to presumably go to the bathroom himself, she allowed her eyes to meet mine for real. I smiled kindly and waved slightly. Unlike the last time I saw her, at church, this time she smiled back and matched my wave. Her eyes hung on mine a little longer, I saw her legs shift under her, and she looked away. I kept looking, however, and saw that same flush in her upper chest that I saw at church. She was remembering. "So, truth or dare, Miller," Tara said as she plopped back down into her chair. As she reached for her soda, I noticed something seemed different about her. It was subtle, but she had tied her loose tank top into a knot, pulling the fabric tight to her body, and somehow she seemed to be, bustier. Her tits sat a little bit higher, and those extra straps across the top of her globes seemed like they were getting put to work. "Truth," I said, as my cock twitched in my pants. "What's going on with you and Stephanie?" she said, somewhat reluctantly. "Honestly, I'm still not sure. Things are, progressing, but it's all still pretty weird. "Have you guys,” she couldn't bring herself to finish the question. "Yeah," I began, followed by a slight pause, "twice. First time the night before graduation, and then again the next morning." For a slight moment Tara's face turned cold. She looked down, stressfully picking her fingers for a moment, and then just as quickly she was back into the conversation like nothing had happened. "Where did you cum?" Tara said with a big inhale of breath. "Inside her. Both times." I watched Tara's legs shift slightly and caught her as her tongue slipped quickly along her lips. " And THEN, she tells me she's leaving for college in three weeks!" I just shook my head and we both laughed. "Sounds like you got a lot on your plate, Miller," Tara said with a far away lilt in her voice. "For real!" we both chuckled, and then the silence returned. I thought about that question. It wasn't out of the norm for Tara, but still, "Truth or Dare?" "Truth," Tara said, clearing her throat. "Why did you want to know where I came?" I saw her cheeks begin to blush again as she fumbled for an answer. "I, wanted to make sure she's treating you right," she said finally, looking me in the eye again, "I don't want to have to coddle you through another 'ew, gross' scenario," she said with a playful scrunch of her cute nose. Our eye contact lingered, and then my need to vent got the better of me. "She seems to enjoy playing weird power games with me though." "Power games?" Tara inquired, suddenly very interested. "Yeah like,” I leaned in, as to not broadcast the graphic story i was about to tell, “ I went to this party at The Spot, and was talking to this new girl, and Stephanie showed up and totally cock blocked me. Not that I was trying to bang this girl, but Stephanie totally shut it all down." "Weird," "And then this other time when I was driving her home, she pulls out my cock, starts jerking me off, and then says 'this belongs to me!' And she's totally weird about it all when Alexa is around, it's been a trip." I sighed. "I don't know what's going on. I don't hate it, but it's all very confusing. But since we've started having sex, well she seems to really like it, I think" Tara paused in contemplation for a moment. Suddenly an impish smile spread over her lips, followed by "Truth or dare?" The mischief in her sparkling eyes got to me. I chose "Dare." "You know, I'm glad things are getting back to normal, but I don't think we're even just yet, Miller," she said in mock offense, "you're going to see Stephanie tonight, right?" "Yes," I said suspiciously. "Well I say we level the playing field: I dare you to record yourself fucking Stephanie, and send it to me." My eyes burst wide, and my stomach sank. That was quite an ask. It made me extremely nervous, but it also made me extremely turned on. Tara wanted to wipe the slate clean by watching me fuck. This wasn't just a ceremonial request, right? Tara wanted to watch me fuck. My best friend Tara wanted a sex tape of me fucking Stephanie. Probably to masturbate to. "I don't know, I don't know if Stephanie would; " "Sarah didn't know you watched us last night," Tara said, cutting me off, "so why does Stephanie have to know?" She playfully bounced her eyebrows at me. I stared at her deep and hard. She was fucking serious. "Ok," I finally said. She smiled. Jesus, what were we doing? Stephanie and I had just gotten over the fact that I had secretly heard her orgasm sounds through the floorboards, and now I was going to secretly videotape her having sex? Whatever unspoken shit there was between Tara and me, it was going to get destructive, I could tell, but neither of us were willing to tear the bandaid off. And honestly, I think we both just found it really hot. "Good!" she said, "I look forward to it!" A sensual smile beamed at me below piercing, dark eyes. I could see her nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra and shirt. What the hell was I getting myself into? We settled our bill and parted with a hug, making plans to hang out later in the week. I felt good about us. We had told each other everything and made it through. Well, I hadn't told her about Christine, or Mike and Kerri, but ALMOST everything. And we were happy for each other. I wasn't sure how I was going to complete this dare, but that was for another time. After running a few other errands I had to pick up Stephanie from work, and see what her "graduation present" had in store for me. Leaving the cafe I took one glance back at Rachel, who I once again caught looking in my direction. Those glorious tits of hers raised high as she took in a breath. One reconciliation was ticked off on the list, so why not another? I should message her soon. Pulling up outside Stephanie's work, I immediately texted her to tell her I arrived. I was way over excited. My cock was already hard as a rock just thinking about what might come next. "Give me like 10 minutes, and then come in" popped up in reply. My cock throbbed. I was afraid I might just cum in my pants in anticipation, but that worry went away when I saw someone exit the coffee shop. It was that guy who drove Stephanie home the other night. That cold pang of jealousy dropped hard into my stomach. I didn't know this guy, I had absolutely zero reason to be suspicious of him, but that didn't stop me from hating his guts. My cock flagged a bit as I played over scenarios in my head between him and Stephanie that would make me angry. Dirty scenarios. But then my mind drifted to Christine. Here I was jealous about wanting to have Stephanie all to myself, but barely a week ago my cock was in the mouth of another woman. If I was going to be real about this, I needed to nip that in the bud, even though Christine Did mention there being a "next time." A next time where she wanted me to, "Ok come on in :)" popped onto my phone screen with a buzz. I shook the thoughts of other women and lascivious men out of my mind, and made my way inside the coffee shop. It was dark. The chairs had been put up, the floor had been swept, all the lights in

Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory is a bad idea and yet so many presenters do it.  I was attending an Annual General Meeting event and the organisation President gave a short talk.  The content was appropriate for the occasion. The length was good, not too long and not too short, the voice strength loud enough to be easily heard, and the cadence was easy to follow.  Unfortunately, he managed to slip an “um” into just about every sentence.  This is a filler word to allow the brain to assemble the next words, and it is always a catastrophe for presenters.  He was a mature man, so presumably, he has always been peppering his sentences with this filler word and has now built it into a solid habit.  I am not even sure he is aware he is doing it, but as the listener, it grates on you and grates every sentence. Effectively, he is opposing himself whenever he speaks.  He has his message he wants to impart, and he defeats that message getting through, by creating an annoying distraction for his audience. There is a cure for this bad habit and it just talks time, patience and discipline to break it.  Pursing our lips becomes the technological intervention we need to stop using filler words.  When we start a sentence, hit the first word with a little more strength than the other words, so that no filler word can intervene.  We now concentrate on speaking continuously and smoothly with no breaks – again we deny filler words any entry points.  When we get to the end of the sentence, we purse our lips together, so no words can emerge and we get ready to hit the next first word in the sentence slightly harder than the other words.  We just keep repeating this process.  It won't eliminate filler words automatically or immediately, but you will find you no longer start your sentence, as a lot of people do, with “um”.  The flow continuity of the sentence is important. That doesn't mean we cannot use pauses.  The pauses need the same application I described we should use at the start of the sentence.  When you get to a pause, you are effectively starting again, so purse the lips so no “ums' can emerge and hit that next word a little harder, so no “ums” can intervene when you restart. Keep working on this pattern and eventually you will almost entirely eliminate filler words.  I know this is true, because like everyone else, I was using “ums' and “ahs” too.  Once I worked on eliminating them using this technique, life got a lot better.  It is a very rare occasion today that a filler word slips into my sentences.  I do a lot of training and public speaking which is not me reading stuff but coming straight out of my brain.  This means there is always the problems of trying to think what I want to say and having a filler word pop up. When I look at the videos of my presentations, I can see that there are almost no filler words, so the system is working. I was watching a video on how shoes are handmade and the cobbler had a habit of saying “you know” in almost every sentence.  Technically, this is not a filler word, but it is a bad habit and again distracts the audience from our message.  Not just humble cobblers get trapped with these junk expressions, which add no value to what we are saying.  I was chatting with a high-powered lawyer here about how important presenting skills were for lawyers. He agreed, and he assured me he was always making an effort to speak well and differentiate himself from all the other hungry lawyers out there looking for new clients.  Lo and behold, next minute he was up on stage in a panel discussion and there they were, a continuous string of “you know” combos distracting from what he was saying. Another one is “like” which gets thrown in for no reason.  It gets quite sad, when the really challenged start linking them together, “Um, well you know, like.…”.  This is a lifetime of habit formation with no conscious thought going into the process of presenting in front of others.  As I said, video is such a great tool.  Whenever I present, I always try to video myself.  I do this to drive the content out through social media but also so that I can check myself to see if I have any bad habits creaping in. Just in case you get the impression I see myself perfect, I am working on my overuse of “so”.  I have a habit of abusing this word as a bridge between chapters or sections of what I am going to say.  I will finish one point then add “so” with a pause and move on to the next section.  Once in a talk is okay, but more than that and it becomes a distraction I need to eliminate.  I need to train myself to use a variety of expressions such as, “let's move on”, “another key point is”, “next”, “let's talk about”, etc. I realised I had developed this habit when I watched myself on video. I was not conscious I was using that bridge so often, so video review is always a good idea, no matter how much presenting we do.  

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Integrity in Times of StruggleIn this episode of Midnight Musing, Angel shares her personal journey through a challenging period of her life, emphasizing the importance of integrity, honesty, and asking for help when needed. Drawing from a childhood story of taking money from her father, she reflects on the lessons learned about maintaining integrity and facing consequences. Angel stresses the value of being honest, communicating effectively, and standing firm on one's morals, despite the potential for criticism or misunderstanding from others. She encourages her audience to be persons of good character, to seek God for wisdom, and to ensure that their actions and legacies are built on a truthful foundation.  Support the showSubscribe to the podcast & leave a review on: APPLE PODCAST SPOTIFY PODCAST

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Preparing for life's next chapter requires purpose, wisdom, and a solid financial plan. On today's episode, I had the pleasure of discussing the importance of transition practice and tax strategy with Daryl Lyons Darrell Lyons of Pax Financial Group. Pax Financial Group serve clients nationwide, focusing on aligning investment strategies with religious convictions, especially in a polarizing environment. They address conflicts of interest in investments and provide case studies on marriage support and strategic charitable giving through donor-advised funds. The episode covers the importance of personalized financial solutions, the assessment process for charitable giving, and advice for business owners on financial stability and legacy planning post-exit. Darrell emphasizes the need for purposeful transition planning and tax strategies for entrepreneurs. "Understanding clients' goals is essential in providing personalized financial solutions." - Daryl Lyons What you will learn: The value of Judeo-Christian values Navigating financial conflicts with religious convictions Legacy and engagement through charitable giving Assessment and Valuation Process Learn more about Brian Franco by visiting: Facebook Email Me

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‘Tis the season for giving.By TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.7:16 amThe door from the bathroom swung open, spiling steam into the dim blue rays of light sneaking in through the blinds. Wrapped in a towel, Shauna strode into her dorm room, feet sinking into the carpet as she padded across the floor. Pausing at the window she pulled the cord to raise the blinds, bathing the room in the soft glow of an overcast Michigan dawn.A dusting of snow covered the glazing. About an inch drifted on the ledge outside. Beyond and several stories down a lone figure rounded onto the back straight of the athletic track. Shauna leaned in, her breath fogging the glass. She poked two dots and underlined them with a curve. Smiled at the new face smiling back at her. It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning.She unhooked the towel and tossed it over the back of the chair parked under the desk. The cool air plucked at her nipples and sapped the heat from her skin. She skimmed her hands around the bulge of her breasts, across her taut tummy and the arc of her ass. Appraising her profile in the mirror she nodded. Spin class and yoga really paid off this year.From the top drawer of the dresser, she picked out white lace panties and drew them up over toned, creamy thighs. She paired them with red and white argyle knee socks and a soft strapless bra. Sifting through the hangers in the closet she settled on a flirty red A-line dress with wide shoulder straps and a length about mid-thigh. Not practical for the weather. But perfect for the mission.7:32 amShe capped the outfit with a fuzzy Santa hat and white-soled black Keds before returning to the mirror. She turned side to side and took a twirl, the dress flaring out before settling over her legs. Certainly the sexiest elf she'd ever seen. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. She would need to get going soon to make her deliveries. The schedule was tight.On any other Christmas Eve she'd still be asleep; tucked in tight and dead to the world in a quiet corner of her parents' six-bedroom McMansion in Traverse City. She'd get up around 10:00, meet her brother for lunch, then spend the afternoon serving food at a shelter across town before heading home for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner with her family.This year, dinner had been moved up to lunch – something about grandma and grandpa's flights. So volunteering was out. She was fine with it at first. But as the season ramped up and the holiday spirit infected her, she felt the need to replace it with something. Some way to give back. To spread a little cheer to those less fortunate this time of year.As 3rd floor RA for the co-ed dorm, she was privy to certain information. The administration realized not every student could make it home for the holidays. So the school remained open in a limited capacity, depending on the holiday and how many students remained behind. This year on her floor there were three. And since they were stuck there maybe she could celebrate with them before she left.She snatched a small white drawstring bag off her bed and slung it over her shoulder, the contents momentarily rustling about inside. Taking her key card from the dresser she slipped it into her bra and reached for the door. She paused, re-thinking, the lever rocking under her palm. Quickly, she picked it out and tucked it neatly into the back of a sock instead, before ducking out into the hall.7:40 amShauna stopped at Room 303. She gave her usual rata-tat-tat RA knock and shrugged the bag off her shoulder, holding the strap in the crook of her elbow. The corridor was weirdly quiet. No music or raucous conversation bleeding through the walls. She couldn't imagine having to spend the next week here under these conditions. A latch clicked in front of her, and the door creaked open.“Hey Ty,” she chirped, “Merry Christmas!”Ty seemed surprised by the greeting, then confused by her presence. He smiled. “Um…thanks. Merry Christmas to you too.” His eyes dipped – first to her cleavage, then to her legs – before rebounding to hers. He now seemed nervous too.“Can I come in for a minute?”“Uh…yeah, sure.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats he stepped aside. She glided past, her blonde curls swishing about her shoulders. Ty gently shut the door behind her.Shauna glanced around the suite. Open textbooks were strewn across the couch. Graph paper filled with notes littered the desk. The three computer monitors that typically flickered video games, now hosted row upon row of complex equations she didn't understand. Ambient techno pulsed softly through a pair of small speakers, and the room smelled faintly of Axe body spray.“I'm sorry,” he offered, “I wasn't expecting anyone today.”He was a freshman, so she'd only known him one semester. But he seemed like a good kid. Sure, he was disheveled, nerdy, and a little immature. But he was charming and considerate, and very bright – dedicated to keeping his name on the Dean's List. Didn't hurt that he was cute either.“That's okay,” she replied. “Santa knows it sucks having to be here over the holidays, so he got you a present.” She lowered the bag and reached inside, pulling out a deep green envelope with a silver star sticker sealing it shut. “Nothing big, just something to give you a break from…” she waved her arm toward the paper and monitors, “…this.”Cautiously he took the envelope, turning it over to find his name written neatly on the front. “Oh,” he said, “…thanks. That's…really nice.”A moment of awkward silence followed. “Go ahead,” Shauna prompted, “open it.”Ty shrugged. He peeled up the star and lifted the flap, extricating a Christmas card with a red-nosed Rudolph gracing the cover. He smiled as he opened it, eyes tracking back and forth across the page. Wedged in the crease was a white 3 by 5 note card. Flipping it right-side-up he discovered a sketch in black marker in the center. He froze, the smile fading, jaw dropped. He looked up at Shauna. Then back at the card.“Wait…,” he stammered, “is this…. Are you…. Is this for real?”Shauna raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Santa likes to make sure no one on the nice list gets left out.” Her gaze fell to his groin, dialing in on the growing bulge. There was the response she was hoping for. She hung the bag over the doorknob. Closing the distance between them she reached out and pinched the card in her fingers.“Why don't you get comfortable.”She set it on a textbook and slouched against the desk, waiting. Ty looked left, then right, unsure of what to do. Finally, he stepped back and eased himself down to the edge of his bed. Shauna placed her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart before kneeling between them. The tented fleece covering his crotch pointed directly at her. She smiled. Looked up.“You've done this before, right?”He paused a moment, then nodded vigorously. She wasn't convinced. But it didn't really matter. It might even help keep her on schedule. She gave him a shove, forcing him to recline and brace with his arms. Grabbing his sweats by the pockets she jerked at them until they pooled around his ankles. His cock sprang out, slapping his abdomen before swaying back to vertical.She wrapped it in her fingers, the whole head protruding from her fist. He puffed and shivered under her touch. Leaning forward she lowered her head. His body tensed. She raised her eyes to find his narrowed, his mouth rounded and dry. “Relax,” she cooed, “just enjoy it,” and slipped his dick between her lips.A breath rattled his chest. She felt the blanket cinch beneath them as his fingers gripped and pulled. First she teased the glans, undulating her tongue beneath, then around and over the top. His hips shot up to meet her mouth. She lightened her hold, welcoming him in deeper.She bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music – down on one and three, up on two and four. His cock was rock hard, curving into the roof of her mouth with each descent. He sighed, and groaned, and grunted; the tone and timbre of each growing more urgent with each passing minute.Shauna's free hand dove under her dress and between her legs, fingers plucking aside the damp lace and strumming the slick, smooth lips of her pussy. Her partners were usually more experienced. More restrained. It had been some time since one had responded with such virginal enthusiasm. And she found it to be quite the turn-on.She held her neck as steady as she could, relinquishing control of tempo and depth. Ty trembled, huffing air through gritted teeth. Shauna peeked to find his eyes closed, neck strained, deep blue veins pulsing through. Sensing the moment, her fingers left the base of his dick and curled around his balls. She tightened her lips to a gentle squeeze.Ty stalled. A guttural growl forced its way into the air. His eyes popped open wide and fixed on Shauna's. With a batting of lashes, she pushed down on his throbbing cock until the tip of her nose bumped his abdomen. A heartbeat later, torrents of warm, viscid cum spewed into her mouth.The jets struck the back of her palate, sloshing over her tonsils and sliding down her throat. She swallowed hard but couldn't keep up. Each burst seemed richer than the last, filling her cheeks and leaking from the corners of her mouth. Her own juices deluged her fingers in response; the squelching filling the gaps between Ty's staggered gasps.A dozen spurts later his orgasm subsided. Shauna held his cock a little longer, savoring its texture on her lips and the mild, distinct flavor of his seed. She moved with him as his hips sagged back to the mattress, sinking him deeper to the root of his erection. After one final gulp she sucked in her cheeks and lifted her head, teasing the remaining fluids from the head of his dick.He gawked at her, speechless. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in front of her. They gleamed in the light, strands of grool clinging to her knuckles as she separated them. Fixing on him she sucked each finger into her mouth, swabbing them clean before licking her lips. Ty's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed flat on the bed.Shauna giggled. Pushing off she rocked to her feet. She looked at him spread over the rumpled blanket, his penis twitching on his tummy. She nodded, pleased with herself. Sweeping her hair out of her face she took the gift sack from the doorknob and the note card from the desk, slipping the latter into the former.“Did you enjoy your present?” she asked, slinging the bag over her shoulder.Ty groaned a sigh, his satisfaction evident. A smile lit Shauna's lips.“Good,” she said, “that's great.” She made her way back to the door. “You know, Santa can't offer gifts like this to everyone, so…let's keep this between us, okay?”An arm raised and a hand approximated a wave before tumbling limp to the mattress. She took it as a yes. Catching her reflection in the window she adjusted her hat. “Merry Christmas Ty,” she said softly, before disappearing into the corridor.8:05 amSnowflakes drifted past the tall narrow windows of the student lounge separating the north and south wings of the third floor. Curled up at the far end of the couch opposite the ping pong table, Shauna twisted the cap off a bottle of diet soda and took a sip. Pulling her phone from the bag she checked the time. Javon would arrive in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to finish her drink.She stretched out across the cushions and downed another swig. This one excited her more than the others. She and Javon were casually acquainted. Though both juniors they rarely shared classes. But they saw each other often around campus; playing pool in the lounge, grabbing coffee at Starks, or stocking up on dollar tacos Tuesday nights at Frankie's. And always, always flirting.Nothing ever came of it, unfortunately. He was putting himself through school and the scholarships just weren't enough. So he needed to work a lot. Every chance he got he'd bank some overtime or pick up an extra shift. That didn't leave much time for anything else. But today was Christmas Eve. The print shop would be closed tomorrow, so he couldn't go in tonight. Which she hoped would free up just enough time for what she had in store.A door closed in the distance, followed by footsteps in the hallway behind her. She checked her phone. He was early. She chugged another mouthful of soda, then quietly stuffed everything into the bag. The footsteps halted. A latch turned and a door opened, then closed. She counted to thirty, then slid off the couch and left the lounge, rounding the corner toward 317.8:08 amShauna waited, impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Still no response. She knocked again, harder this time. Shuffling noises, then heavy footfalls. The door swung open on a scowling Javon, his uniform shirt crumpled in his fist, muscles chiseled and taut. She smiled up at him, head cocked to the side. He looked her over, his mood softening as he recognized who she was.“Hey,” he said, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you still doing here?”She shrugged, ignoring the twinge in her pussy. “Waiting to see you. Can I come in?”Javon retreated inside, tossing his shirt on the bed and perching on the edge of his dresser. Shauna followed, taking quick stock of the room. Clean and sparse. Suitable for someone who spent very little time there. She turned her attention to him. Tall and dark, with bold, crisp features. His hands splotched with cyan and yellow ink from the press.“Is um…is this a bad time?”“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just going to take a shower, then go down for a nap.” He waved a hand in her direction. “Soooo, who are you supposed to be?”“I'm a Christmas elf,” she replied. “Santa's Helper.”Javon's eyes widened. “Oh. You're a lot taller than I would have expected of an elf.”“Well, we're not all size challenged artisans baking cookies in the off-season you know. Some of us are taller, and educated, and…really cute.”He laughed, his pecs jumping. “That's fair. Please forgive my ignorance of the elf community. I don't know any – aside from you.”She shrugged the bag off her shoulder and reached inside, crossing the carpet between them. “Listen, she began, “Santa knows how hard you work to be here, and how much that keeps you from having a life. So, he got you a little gift. It won't make up for having to be here over the holidays, but it might help take the edge off?”She pulled out a red envelope and handed it to him. He stared at it, his face cycling through several emotions, settling on confused.“Thanks,” he said, “that's…really sweet. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything.”Shauna smiled to herself, setting the bag on the floor. “Open it.” She wandered past him to the window. Raising the blinds she took a quick peek outside before turning and sliding up onto his desk, swinging her feet freely beneath.Javon zipped a finger under the flap and extracted the card; a red-nosed Rudolph printed on the cover. As he shook it open a white note card fluttered out. He snatched it out of the air and held it up. A sketch in black marker graced the white space.Shauna watched over his shoulder as he stared at the figures suggested by the swooping lines. He fanned the card, then turned and eased off his seat. He walked over to her, holding it up, the image upside down. His mouth curled in one corner. “This is uhhh…you and me?”She squinted at the picture. “Well…right-side up and all, but…sure.” She took it from him and snapped it on the desk. Her arms extended, fingers wedging themselves between the waist of his jeans and the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen. She reeled him in between her legs, squeezing them in hers. “Come on,” she said, thumbs separating the button and peeling the zipper. “Take a break.”Javon reached out, tracing the curl of her ear with his finger. Tilting his head, he leaned in for a kiss. Shauna planted a hand in the center of his chest, stopping his lips a hair's breadth from hers. His heartbeat pulsed through her arm and gut, thumping through her clit like a kick drum. She tapped a finger on the card beside her. He glanced down. Then back at her. She smiled. Pushed him away.She hopped off the desk, lowering her eyes to the height of his fly. Waiting. Javon nodded. In a single swoop he shoved his jeans to the floor and stepped out. The outline of his cock bulged the breathable fabric of his boxer briefs, curving down his right leg. A squeak left Shauna's throat. She reached inside and fished it out, needing both hands to hoist the shaft.It hardened in her grip, rising, reaching for its target. She pulled a few long strokes, its heat warming her hands. She had imagined what he might be hiding. But none of those dreams fell short of reality. Reluctantly she let go. Eyes fixed on her prize she slowly turned round, bending over the desk. She shuffled her feet a shoulder's width apart and casually wiggled her ass.Javon stepped up, his demeanor all business. Stroking his meat with one hand he grabbed the hem of her dress in the other and flipped it up over her butt. Her firm white cheeks glowed in the morning light. He took the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her hips and thighs, abandoning them around her calves and exposing her labia to the chill of the room.She was sopping wet. He swiped his penis along her slit, greasing it with her cream. Current bolted up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She threw her ass toward him, anxious to be filled. But he took his time, lubing every inch to a slippery shine. Finally satisfied, he set a palm in the small of her back and wedged the tip of his cock between her folds. Slow and steady, he sank into her vagina.Shauna gasped, eyes round. Her knees buckled, fingertips clawing at the laminate as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. It was thicker than any dick or dildo she remembered. And she was suddenly grateful he'd been so careful to slicken up.He took shallow, steady thrusts, loosening her vice a touch each time. Short, silent breaths gave way to grunts and groans. She tried to restrain herself in case anyone still left was walking the halls. But it was a losing battle. The pressure coiling inside would soon be too much to contain.Javon curled over her. Reaching into her dress he freed her breasts from their padded sling and cupped one in each hand. He pinched her nipples between strong fingers, yoking her tits to her clit with little bolts of lightning. The heat of the moment telegraphed through her skin, flushing her ears, cheeks, and chest a robust, rosy pink.He pushed on, diving deeper into her velvet pouch. Her arms burning, Shauna lowered her elbows and forehead to the desk. Her hair shrouded her periphery, leaving the only clear view that of her lover's balls swaying back and forth between her thighs. A delightful fog rolled over her brain, occluding everything outside the aura of their bodies.“Do you want it all,” Javon whispered, his voice piercing the veil.Shauna turned her head, mouth agape. “That's not all of it?”A baritone chuckle rumbled from his chest. He straightened up, releasing her boobs for a firm hold of her waist. He eased down the throttle, slowing his rhythm. Measuring the distance. She caught his eyes for a moment, glimpsing the same lechery she felt coursing through her veins. He smiled at her. Then hilted his cock in her pussy.“Uhhh gawd.” A wave of pleasure rippled out from her core, breaking over her entire body. She couldn't gauge how big he was, but he was now twice as deep as he had been seconds ago.He gave her a moment and a few shallow dips before ramping up the pace; drawing his dick out to the barb each time before plunging back in. Shauna's ass rippled, limbs shuddering under each impact. She stretched her arms to brace herself. But her hands squeaked against the desk each time he crashed into her, jolting her forward.She began to lose control. Her pelvic muscles clenched; labia stretching around his shaft. He growled his approval. A stern smack stung her left buttock, forcing a squeal from her larynx and a shock to her sex. Another followed, echoing off the walls into her ears. Her strength failed, drooping her back and turning her legs to jelly.Javon grabbed hold of one and lifted it, bending the knee and setting it securely on the desktop. He continued to hammer away. The cords binding her orgasm began to fray. She imagined his view from behind; her sodden pink snatch vulgarly splayed for the massive dark rod plowing her gut. Words escaped her, leaving only screams and moans to communicate her desire.8:42 amShauna's head was swimming, her brain just mush. But she held on, wanting this ecstasy to last forever. Her hat flew off her head, landing silently on the windowsill. Long fingers raked through her hair. They gathered her curls into his fist and pulled. Her head snapped back, jaw dropped, eyelids fluttering. The cords snapped and the coil exploded.She bore down on his dick, silent and stiff, her body racked with orgasm. Her toes dug into the carpet, her raised foot flopping about over the edge of the desk. She slapped the top with her hands, translating her contractions into a frantic rhythm beat out for Javon to hear. Her juices flowed freely, seeping out past his cock and dribbling down her thighs. And through all this, he continued to fuck her.Shauna's orgasm continued in suspended animation, tweaking her muscles and prickling her skin. As snug as he fit there was now no friction. He glided in and out like a piston in a well-oiled machine. He pumped harder, faster, working to create resistance. But her pussy was a flooded mess and that wasn't going to change.He whispered something toward her ear. A question? She couldn't decipher the words. But it didn't matter. As long as he kept filling her, perpetuating this feeling, he could do whatever he wanted. She nodded as best she could. The pounding slowed and the hand holding her waist released. The slapping of skin ceased, and his penis slipped out of her vagina.The emptiness was deflating, like the air had been sucked from her lungs. She turned to look but he stopped her, pushing her head back down to the desk. She opened her mouth to demand he continue and that's when she felt it. The pressure on the dip of her anus. Her insides knotted up. Everything clenched, then released. Her rosebud relaxed, and Javon's cock surged up her ass.She held her breath, expecting pain. But there was none. Only an indescribable fullness she had never experienced before. Each time he retracted her stomach dropped. Each plunge threatened to split her at the seams. Orgasm ripped through her again, rattling her bones and sweating from every pore. The room closed in, swaddling her in a thick black heat. She screamed but heard nothing. Felt only his cock.His fingers curled over her shoulders and around her neck. He pushed and pulled her with new urgency, opposing the swing of his hips. He'd found the resistance he was seeking, and it drove him on toward ferocious climax.In her stupor, Shauna somehow regained control of her limbs. She twisted an arm behind her back and flailed at his. When he looked down, wanton lust blazing in his eyes, she willed words from her lips.“Cum in me,” she cried, breathless, desperate for his load. “Cum in my ass.”He glared at her, neck craned, jaw set. He shifted his weight, pinning her tits to the desk and raising her butt. He tried to hold out a bit longer. But she was too tight and he was too far gone. Nodding his head Javon closed his eyes and buried his throbbing cock balls deep, erupting hot semen deep in her bowels.He roared in release, his balls smashed against her pussy, rocking into the curve of her ass. The pressure lifted her foot from the floor, grinding her hip into the edge of the desktop. But she didn't care. His cum splattered inside her, capping her climax with a warm, gooey buzz. Her buttocks quaked with each spasm. She had his cock. All of it. In the moment, that was everything.9:04 amGradually the pumping slowed. The pressure on her back eased and the room drifted back into focus. She glimpsed herself in a mirror near the window; hair disheveled, bare breasts smushed beneath the cockled red fabric; a trembling leg coiled on the desk, panties dangling casually from her ankle.“You are so fuckin' hot,” said the voice in her ear. She cooed, not yet able to formulate words. He rested in her a moment longer, sharing her warmth.When they'd finally caught their breath Javon stood tall. Kneading his hands into the meat of her cheeks he pushed himself back, emerging from her ass with an obscene wet slurp. Empty, Shauna sighed, the void disappointing. Her rosebud gaped, then winked several times before shrinking back into place.Javon slumped against the wall near the window. Fumbling with the latch he cracked it open. December rushed in, swirling round their bodies and raising goosebumps on their skin. Shauna shivered, invigorated, the cold soothing her scalded sex. Watching her lover she smeared her cream over her pussy and along the crack of her ass. His organ flexed toward her, but Javon shook his head. Smiling, she wriggled off the desk.On wobbly legs she gathered the note card and the bag and set them on the edge of the bed. Rummaging around in the neck of her dress she tucked her tits back into her bra and plumped them into position. Javon sauntered over, her hat in one hand, soggy panties in the other. She took the cap and fit it over her head.“Can't put those back on,” she said of her underwear. “You keep them.”He nodded, draping them over the corner of the television. She shouldered the bag and looked up at him.“Did Santa get you what you wanted?”He laughed. She followed his eyes down to his semi-hard, polished rod.“I think he fucking crushed it,” he replied. Closing the gap between them he lowered his voice. “Tell me something though. Is this strictly a Christmas situation, or…are…special occasions not required.”Shauna shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up. “Why don't you come by sometime and find out,” she offered. “You know where I live.” She gave his penis a playful nip and tug and backed out into the hallway.9:13 amShauna stood quietly outside Room 334, gently swaying to a tune in her head. Her fingertips tingled and her pussy hummed along to the beat, still riding the high of the last half-hour. A trickle of semen stained her inner thigh, the remainder of Javon's deposit still trapped inside. She smoothed the front of her dress and flipped the pom of the hat to the side. She was a few minutes behind schedule. But that shouldn't be critical here. Ready for more, she knocked on the door.There was a rustling inside. A few moments later the door opened on a beautiful raven-haired Japanese girl in a tight anime tee shirt and bright blue boyshorts. Seemingly surprised, the girl dropped the pencil she held in her left hand.“Hey Sachiko,” Shauna chirped.Sachiko ripped off her headphones and flashed a nervous smile. Shauna nodded inside. “Can I come in for a minute?” Sachiko glanced over at something Shauna couldn't see, then backed her slender frame away from the door. Shauna strode inside, the latch clicking shut behind her.Unlike her first two stops, this was a bit of a gamble. Their contact had been minimal, generally restricted to her RA duties. And her scouting report was incomplete. She knew Sachiko was a sophomore, and a graphic design major. She spent summers at home in Osaka. But she couldn't afford to fly back and forth for breaks, so she usually spent them on campus.Rumor was she was into women. Of this Shauna had no confirmation. But from their interactions in the dorm and Sachiko's shyness and fluster around particular friends she did have a feeling. It was risky. But that heightened the thrill.The room was warm and cozy, lit by a floor lamp and a cube on the nightstand. Fuzzy orange pillows adorned the loveseat below the window. Incense burned in a jade tray on the corner of the dresser and a thick down comforter covered the bed. Several sketchpads scattered across the desk, a collection of porcelain cats lining the shelf above. It was clearly the space of someone needing a touch of home.“Am I like…in trouble…or something?” Sachiko wondered.“No,” Shauna laughed, amused as much by her apparent discomfort as the absurdity of the question. “I mean, have you ever been in trouble? I just wanted to wish you Happy Holidays.”Sachiko blushed. Her face made several contortions before settling on a half nod and awkward smile. “Th…thank you,” she stammered. Shauna pinched her lips between her teeth. So far so good.“I like your kitties,” Shauna continued, drifting toward the shelf. She scanned for messages, photos, anything that might give her a clue.“My sister sends me a new one for my birthday every year,” Sachiko offered.“They're beautiful.” She spotted a sheet of paper with dark smudges sticking out of the pad on top of the pile. “What's this?” she asked, reaching for it.“What? Oh!” Sachiko leapt toward her, mortified. “It's nothing, I just – ”Before she could swipe the pad Shauna had the page, staring at a gorgeous unfinished graphite sketch of a sleeping woman. She lay on her side, head on a pillow, hands underneath. Bikini panties cloaked her nethers, an arm crossed her bare breasts. And her face. Well…. Her face was very familiar. Shauna smiled to herself. This might work after all.Sachiko slunk back as Shauna turned around. She studied the drawing a moment longer, impressed by the resemblance. Finally, she looked up at Sachiko. The rosy hue of her cheeks crept into her face and neck. Shauna noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra.“Did you draw this?”Sachiko sighed, looking everywhere forward. “I um…. It…it's for a class.”“You did it from memory.”She rubbed her arms with her hands. “Yeah. It just…works that way.”“It's amazing.”Shauna returned the drawing to the desk. Sluffing off the bag she retrieved the final card. “I know you don't really celebrate Christmas,” she said, “but it can't be easy being here by yourself while everyone else is. So, I got you a gift.”The silver envelope rested in her palm while Sachiko hesitated, her name glittering in gold marker. She looked up, embarrassment clouding her eyes. Shauna smiled, extending her hand. Finally, Sachiko accepted.She zipped open the flap and removed the card. A red-nosed Rudolph blinked at her from the cover. Shauna dropped the bag on the loveseat. She clasped her hands behind her back and crossed her legs at the ankles, a flirty little swivel seizing her hips. Sachiko picked the note card from the fold and looked closely. Her fingers began to tremble.Shauna sidled up closer, tucking a lock of Sachiko's hair behind her ear. Sachiko jumped at the light touch. But her gaze remained fixed on the card. Her lips parted. No sound escaped.“If you want me to stop,” Shauna murmured, “just let me know.”She kissed Sachiko's ear lobe, rolling it between her lips before drifting to her cheek and the nape of her neck. Sachiko's tremor spread to her chest. The cards fell from her grasp. Shauna continued down, over her shoulders to the swell of her breasts. She caressed one in each palm, grazing the nipples with the soft cotton of the shirt.Sachiko tangled her fingers in Shauna's hair. They curled and flexed as Shauna descended, raising her shirt and kissing her navel. She lingered there, circling, lips skimming Sachiko's butter-smooth, unblemished skin. She smelled of cherry blossom and jasmine. Shauna filled her head with the scent, priming her for the peach she was about to unwrap. Sachiko's hushed whisper floated down from above. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”Sinking to her haunches Shauna eyed Sachiko's sex. A small wet spot darkened the fabric between her legs. Shauna peeled the underwear down over Sachiko's ass and thighs, pooling them around her feet. Exposed to the low light was a plump, tidy pussy, closely cropped dark pubic hair gracing her mound. Shauna's lips quivered. She bowed, pressing her face between Sachiko's thighs, sopping up the heat.Sachiko moaned, easing her legs apart, welcoming Shauna's tongue between her folds. Her entire body shook, chopping her breaths between chattering teeth. Shauna probed a little deeper. Sachiko doubled over, humping Shauna's mouth. Shauna yipped with delight. She shook her head side to side, slathering Sachiko's light sweet syrup over her cheeks and chin.She dug her nails into the brunette's ass, spreading her cheeks and kneading the meat. Sachiko mauled her own breasts, stretching and twisting the characters on her shirt into impossible shapes. Buffeted by Sachiko's gyrations Shauna wobbled on the balls of her feet. It was all she could do to hold on for the ride and she found herself failing at that. Toppling to her butt she roped an arm around Sachiko's neck and pulled her ear to her dripping lips.“Sit on my face,” she hissed.Sachiko fell to her knees, straddling Shauna's chest and pinning her to the floor. On all fours she scooched forward over the blonde's shoulders until her succulent snatch hovered over her RA's gaping mouth. Shauna's tongue darted out, flicking Sachiko's swollen clit. Stifling a scream Sachiko collapsed on Shauna's kisser, squeezing her ears between her thighs and swirling her pussy over her lips.Shauna lost herself in Sachiko. Inhaling her essence. Drinking her qi. She thrilled at her lover's responses – involuntary, honest and pure. There was no pretention. Only the passion of an inexperienced girl wholly submitting to her desires. She reveled in it, lapping at Sachiko's sex from the hood of her clit to the crease of her ass.Sachiko's back arched, thrusting out her chest. Her head lolled back, eyes strafing the ceiling. She squirmed on Shauna's face, blissfully ignorant of her weight, Shauna's nose, or her need to breathe. She reached back between the Shauna's splayed legs, probing under her dress until her fingers found the blonde's honeypot and slithered inside.Strangling Sachiko's wrist in her thighs Shauna groaned into her pussy. The vibrations spurred Sachiko's building orgasm, winding her body tighter and tighter, pushing her fingers faster, deeper. The circuit closed, the feedback loop complete. Every flip of the tongue, every curl of a digit, amplified the next.Sachiko bucked and thrashed. Shauna swirled and writhed. Again and again they traded blows until suddenly Sachiko fell silent, her body rigid, muscles strained. Clutching fistfuls of Shauna's hair Sachiko spread her knees and bore down, smashing her quaking pussy into Shauna's lips and gushing slippery, viscous cum all over her face.Racked with spasms she hunched over Shauna's head, wave after crashing wave of orgasm pummeling her sex.9:38 amWhen the contractions finally slowed, Shauna worked her hands up to Sachiko's buttocks and nudged her. Spent, Sachiko rolled away, settling on her back against the foot of the bed. Shauna's chest heaved, gulping the cool dry air. Her eyes re-adjusted to the light. Reaching up she brushed the hat off her head and raked her fingers through moist matted hair. Arms flopping to the floor she sighed. That went well.She rolled her head and looked at Sachiko. The junior lay knees up, feet flat on the floor, her arms draped between her legs – the odd twitch in her muscles interrupting her stillness. Shauna willed herself up and crawled over. Finding her eyes shut she pressed in close and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Sachiko smiled.“Merry Christmas,” Shauna whispered. Sachiko nodded, radiant from her orgasm. Shauna stroked her ear. “If you want me to model for you sometime,” she added, “give me a call.”She gathered her things and prepared to leave. As she passed the mirror on the closet door she stopped to look. Her face and neck glistened, glazed with Sachiko's juices. She tossed the hat in her hand, raising it to wipe herself clean. But she didn't. She decided instead she liked the way it looked. And she'd wear it a little longer. Pursing her lips, she slipped out of Sachiko's room.Light as a feather she skipped down the hall toward her room. She slowed passing Javon's door, wondering if he was already asleep. Her phone chimed in the bag, interrupting her curiosity. Retrieving it she scanned the screen and frowned. Two texts and a missed call. All from her brother.“Hey Josh,” she answered.“Yo, where the hell have you been?” There was an urgency in his tone. “I've been calling you. I'm out front, let's go!”She frowned. “Wait, what time is it?”“Quarter to ten. I told you I'd be here at 9:30, remember?”She thought for a minute, then rolled her eyes, realizing what went wrong. “Fuck,” she spat. “I thought you meant 9:30 your time.”“So you're not ready?”“No, I packed last night. I'll be right down.”Hanging up she shook her head. How did she make that mistake? She thought she'd have an hour to shower and clean up, but now they were running late. No time for any of that. Swiping the key card from her sock she popped into her room and tossed the gift bag on the bed. Snagging her backpack and navy peacoat from the closet she dashed back out headed for the lobby.9:52 amShauna flung open the passenger door of the coupe and tumbled inside, stuffing the backpack between her feet as she settled in the seat. Her teeth chattered from their brief exposure to the cold. Rubbing her hands together near the warm air vent she looked over at her brother behind the wheel. He stared at her, forehead crinkled, a mix of confusion and amusement scrawled across his lips.“What,” she said, staring back.He glanced down at her bare thighs – the coat just covering her lap – then back at her scowl.“Nice touch,” he replied, pointing to the bright red pileus cap.“Thanks,” she quipped, flashing a smile.“But you know it's snowing, right?”She flipped him the bird. He shrugged.“You're going to get Uncle Leo in trouble today.”Shauna tried to stifle her laugh. “Just drive Josh.”He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. “Unlike you,” he said, “I got an early start. So I'm going to get some coffee. Did you eat already?”“Yup,” she nodded. “Several times.”Josh's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.At the next light he made a left and turned into the coffee shop drive-thru. Waiting in line behind a pick-up he turned to his sister. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little…weird.”Shauna checked herself in the side mirror. She could taste Ty's spunk on her tongue; feel Javon's cum in her ass and Sachiko's pussy all over her face. A shiver buzzed her clit. She reclined the seat several notches and sighed, beaming at the ceiling.“Yeah,” she said softly. “I'm just…filled with Christmas spirit.” Quietly she shoved her hands beneath her legs to keep from touching herself for the remainder of the trip.By TheSleepingKing for Literotica

EP:67 On this week's episode of Thrive Like a Parent podcast, I am so honored to be joined by the one and only Erika Nolan! Erika has not only been a dear friend of mine since childhood, she has also been an inspiration for personal growth and courage to live authentically in a world that often pushes conformity. Erika is now an incredible Holistic Health and Homestead Coach. Her journey involved many unexpected turns that led to a profound transformation. Pursing a life that aligns with one's true self means stepping into the unknown, releasing old expectations , stepping out of societal norms and stepping into a path that feels right for you. You, my friend are so worthy of living an aligned and fulfilling life that is your true calling. My hope is that this episode will be the sign for you to live and be unapologetically you! #thrivelikeaparent #podcast #parenting #nervoussystemregulation #thrive #thrivelikeamother #parenthood #motherhood #momlife #widow #sensorysystem #mentalhealth #triggers

Host:  Timothy Morgenthaler, MD  @DrTimMorg Guest: Adam Milam, M.D., Ph.D., Enterprise Medical Director for the Office of Health Equity and Inclusion (OHEI) for Mayo Clinic How are health disparities being understood and addressed in your organization? How can you be a part of advancing the dream of health equity for all? During this podcast, we have a conversation with Dr. Adam Milam an Anesthesiologist and Medical Director for the Office of Health Equity and Inclusion, Mayo Clinic, who is passionate about health equity and reducing disparities.  Dr. Milam shares his leadership vision for Mayo Clinic to be the global leader in advancing health equity. He discusses how data has been used to better understand disparities in care, the connection between quality and equity, measuring progress toward equity, and some emergent advances for health equity such as digital platforms and A.I.    Find out more about Mayo Clinic's Quality program at https://www.mayoclinic.org/about-mayo-clinic/quality/. Connect with us on Twitter or Facebook using #mayokeyintoquality or at: https://www.facebook.com/MayoClinic https://twitter.com/MayoClinic  

Today on the show, I get to talk with my friend Madison Prewett Troutt. Her new book, The Love Everybody Wants is an empowering message about where we go to find love. I'm really enjoying opening up these conversations after our Summer Lovin' Series around dating and sex, and what that looks like right now. We also got to talk about God's peace and coming into relationships out of an abundance rather than scarcity. I'm so grateful to Madi for sharing her story with us! . . . . Subscribe to Let's Read the Gospels with Annie F. Downs HERE. Go to https://anniefdowns.com/gospels to purchase your September Reading Plan or Let's Read the Gospels Guidebook. . . . . . Head to anniefdowns.com/books for more information and to sign up for the AFD Book of the Month. . . . . . Sign up to receive the AFD Week In Review email and ask questions to future guests! #thatsoundsfunpodcast . . . . . Thank you to our partners! Athletic Greens: Athletic Greens is going to give you a FREE 1 year supply of immune-supporting Vitamin D AND 5 FREE travel packs with your first purchase. Go to athleticgreens.com/soundsfun. Thrive Market: Join Thrive Market today to get 30% off your first order, plus a FREE $60 gift! Go to https://ThriveMarket.com/THATSOUNDSFUN. Preorder So Happy to Know You and nominate a teacher who had a huge impact on your life or a teacher you know and love. Entries close September 18th at 8pm ET. Head to sohappytoknowyou.com to enter. Prose: Go to https://prose.com/thatsoundsfun for your FREE in-depth hair consultation and an extra $20 off your first subscription order. . . . . . If you'd like to partner with Annie as a sponsor for the That Sounds Fun podcast, fill out our Advertise With Us form! . . . . . NYTimes bestselling Christian author, speaker, and host of the That Sounds Fun Podcast, Annie F. Downs shares with you some of her favorite things: new books, faith conversations, entertainers not to miss, and interviews with friends.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hypnotherapist Rita Black is returning to the show to address the difficult issue many of us encounter when we take a break from drinking--Night Time Eating!    Night-time eating is more than an urge…it's a pattern. Which is why trying to use discipline to “not eat” or “eat less” doesn't work. Your subconscious mind has an agenda that overrides willpower.   Rita explains the patterns of “three” and how our brain will agitate us until we complete the cycle. And the only way to regain control is to create a new pattern that aligns with a stronger and more powerful self image.    Instead of seeing yourself as someone who “struggles with overeating,” you must become a person who “prefers to fast from after dinner until breakfast.” Because the easiest way to break an unwanted habit is to replace it with a desired IDENTITY. Register here to learn how to break through the weight struggle cycle so you can lose weight consistently and permanently with Rita's Shift Weight Mastery Process on September 19th @ 9am or 5 pm PST. It's COMPLETELY FREE. Click here for my FREE masterclass on how to stop overdrinking without getting sober. If you're ready to take a break from alcohol OR you're feeling trapped in lifelong sobriety because you identify as a recovering alcoholic, get the exact steps you'll need to take to reclaim control over your life. Because you don't have to live by other people's rules. Pursing happiness instead of sobriety is the only way to feel passionate, purposeful and powerful again.  Looking for friends, support and guidance? Join our tribe in the Bitch Free Recovery Zone on Circle.  Follow me on Instagram Recover with Colleen Subscribe to my email list...I send one email every Monday related to the podcast and a monthly invite to my workshops (like how to improve your sleep, how to fix your dopamine deficit, how to reintroduce alcohol after a period of sobriety and more!) Click here. 

Do you ever look at someone in your life and wonder how they ended up in such a "weird" career? There are people doing non-traditional work all around us, but it often feels so foreign and intimidating. In today's episode, host Travis Shelton explores this topic through the lens of his own fascination with people who have non-traditional work. Through his many conversations, and inspiration from his friend Savannah, we discuss the top factors these non-traditional workers attribute to their career path. If you have questions or would like to connect with us outside of the podcast, here's where you can find us: Daily Blog: https://travisshelton.com/blog YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCasnj17-bOl_CZ0Cb9czmyQ Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/meaning_over_money Travis's Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/travis_shelton_ Travis's website:  https://www.travisshelton.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/meaning-over-money/message

The American Bar Association House of Delegates has approved changes to strengthen a lawyer's obligations as a gatekeeper. Also, FinCEN issued a Notice about the increase in worker's compensation insurance and payroll tax fraud in the construction industry, and the US Treasury Department released information about its efforts pursuing wealthy tax evaders. John and Elliot discuss these developments and how they may shape compliance in the future.

Lily Rose is on the show for the first time! She talks about the jobs she had before she pursued music full time, the song she did with Diplo, how it felt when her song "Villan" went viral, and more! Plus, find out the new things we've learned on TikTok! Mailbag: A listener has been dating a woman for two months and when he met her family, he realized he once hooked up with her sister one time eight years ago. He's not sure if her sister said anything so he's wondering if he should be honest with her or say nothing at all. We share our thoughts!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sermon by David Rountree on 6 August 2023 at New Covenant Church in Anderson, SC. Scripture Passage: Philippians 1-4 Outline: GODLY PLEASURE 1. Joy through deductions. 2. Joy through doctrine. GODLY PERSPECTIVES 1. Perspective on circumstances. 2. Perspective on Christ. GODLY PURSUITS 1. Pursing a Good-centered life. 2. Pursuing a God-centered life. www.ncchurch.net

On a new episode of Black Tech Unplugged, Dr. Kalia Braswell joins host Deena McKay to discuss her career in the tech industry. Dr. Braswell, an accomplished technologist, educator, and researcher, shares her educational background, including her degrees in computer science, information technology, and education. Dr. KB discusses her PhD research on increasing the participation of black girls in tech. She also talks about her experiences at Apple and the importance of using technology for social change. Don't forget to rate, subscribe, and write reviews for Black Tech Unplugged! —————————————————————— Connect with Khalia Braswell: • Twitter | https://www.twitter.com/khaliabraswell • Instagram | https://www.instagram.com/drkhaliabraswell ______________________________________ Follow BTU on social: • YouTube | YouTube.com/unplugged • Twitter | twitter.com/blktechunplged • Instagram | instagram.com/blacktechunplugged • Facebook |facebook.com/blacktechunplugged • Linkedin | www.linkedin.com/blacktechunplugged • Email | blacktechunplugged@gmail.com

Arabic Sunday Sermon @ St. Mark Coptic Orthodox Church - New Orleans, LA ~ July 30, 2023 | Epep 23, 1739

Join Sierra as she talks to Dr. Celestine McNeal about how to pursue your spiritual calling. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/a-way-with-words/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/a-way-with-words/support

The spark of inspiration ignites within you because you possess the unique ability to bring it to life in this world. When an idea resonates deeply within your heart and mind, it becomes your mission to manifest it into reality. Embrace it with unwavering enthusiasm and dive headfirst into the process, and your ideas flourish and thrive.   You are a vessel of extraordinary ideas, gifted with the vision and passion needed to make them a tangible experience. Trust in your innate abilities and embrace the responsibility that comes with being the bearer of inspiration. Believe in yourself and your capacity to navigate towards transforming your dreams into reality.   Embrace your role as the bringer of inspiration and seize the opportunity to make a lasting impact on the world. Your dreams are waiting to be realized, so step into the process with enthusiasm and watch as your ideas unfold into something truly extraordinary.   Ask yourself: “What ideas have come to me that I can take action on today?”     READY TO TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL? Work with Christine as your business coach. Learn more about private coaching and schedule a Consult Call w/ Christine so she can discuss the details of how she can help you start & grow your business this year.   Our flagship program, The Abundance Incubator will open for enrollment and you don't want to miss out! Learn more about the program and get on the waitlist today.     Grab a copy of the “How to Calculate Your Rate as an RD Entrepreneur”  Workbook.  

How do you feel about the body you're living in? Summer is about to begin and as the weather warms, we wear less and show more of our bodies, but for many of us that ramps up negative feelings because we're not happy with how our bodies look. Today I'm talking with Jennifer Taylor Wagner, author of Your Good Body, who encourages us to take small steps toward resetting how we view our bodies in order to love them as they are. She reminds us that God desires for us to be whole – spirit, soul AND body, and that pursuing wellness should encompass our entire selves because external changes alone won't heal what's on the inside. You'll hear us talk about… Jennifer's body journey and mindset shift Viewing your right-now body as good and living free in it Trusting God in your transformation Pursing wellness with worthwhile motives Jennifer Taylor Wagner is a certified fitness instructor and successful blogger. She is passionate about challenging the way we think about health, wellness, and regularly writes on the topics of healthy living and body positivity. Whether it's hosting online webinars, speaking in auditoriums, or chatting at MOPS meetings, she is committed to helping others find hope in their journey. Jennifer lives in Virginia with her husband, Phil and their two kids.    GET ALL THE SHOW NOTES   THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSOR Are you tired of feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about your faith, business, and relationships? Look no further than the Simply Wholehearted Podcast! Join certified Marriage and Family Enneagram Coach Amy Wicks as she shares stories, expert advice, and practical tips to help you thrive in business, relationships, and personal growth. With nearly 300 episodes and six years of experience, the Simply Wholehearted Podcast is the ultimate destination for anyone looking for tools and insights to overcome anxiety, self-doubt, and overwhelm. Plus, don't miss out on her special podcast playlist for each Enneagram type. Grab yours here: https://www.simplywholehearted.com/enneagrampodcastplaylist.  Find The Simply Wholehearted Podcast on your favorite listening app and start living your best-wholehearted life!   CONNECT WITH GIRLS TALKING LIFE Get the GTL Newsletter | Instagram | Facebook

Bob almost took out his good eye - Pursing and Puckering - The DVE Morning show wants us in swimsuits - Raccoon Tim Shares Some Of His Nicknames From Childhood - Naked in a UFC gym - Power Ranking Our Favorite Office Characters - Luke Cames - Have anything fun for the show or just want to say hi... Listen on iHeartRadio click the little mic and leave us a talkback message

Luca Cometti is a professional mountain biker and filmmaker from Southern California. He moved from BMX to MTB at an early age, hitting local races and making videos of his friends. As the years progressed, he turned that passion into becoming a Dual Slalom specialist, landing a ride on a factory team to race World Cup downhills, competing in Crankworx festivals all over the globe and creating film projects with some of mountain biking's most talented riders. Enjoy the show with one of the nicest riders in the game.The Inside Line is supported by these great sponsorsJenson USAMaxxis TiresFOX Racing ShoxSee Luca on YouTube - @luca_cometti  Follow Luca on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/luca_comettiShow Contents0:00 - The Coffee Setup8:12 - Bonus for Beating Strait & Slalom Bike Setup21:11 - Finding Bikes and Grom Video-making in San Diego30:36 - DH Racing Progression & BetterRide Camps36:46 - Pursing a DH Racing Career43:43 - From Factory Racer to Privateer52:56 - Pursing Crankworx Instead of World Cup57:07 - Marketing as a Rider and Filmmaking1:06:19 - Importance of Social Media Influence1:11:04 - Quality of Content1:22:44 - Brands Measuring Athletes with Promo Codes1:27:37 - Video Project with Greg Minnaar1:31:22 - Filming Kyle Strait's Back-breaking Rampage Crash1:38:05 - Crankworx Hustle and Bernard Kerr's Success1:44:21 - SURON Riders Wrecking Trails?1:54:13 - Racing Big Mountain Enduro in 20232:00:30 - Why Isn't Dual Slalom a UCI Event?#MTB #mountainbike #bike

The goodness of God is overwhelmingly evident in our lives, rather we admit it or not. The Bible says His goodness leads us to repentance and a closer relationship with Him. His love is unconditional, and He desires us to draw near Him. However, there are times when we may feel that it is best to stay far away from His love. We tend to pursue things that look good but at the end of the day, aren't good in the long run for us! Today who are you pursuing?What are you pursuing? How can you ask God for help?The Bible tells us that God is good and His mercy endures forever. We are told to “draw near to God, and He will draw near to you” (James 4:8). His love is available to you today — & He longs to know You more. We can be sure that He will never leave or forsake us, no matter what we have done.Sometimes, we may feel it is best to stay far away from God's love. Due to our sin, shame, and struggles. We may feel that we are too sinful or unworthy of His love. But the truth is that God's love is unconditional, and He desires us to draw near Him.Books:Set Apart: Stop Comparing, Own Your Giftedness, and Rest in Jesus" https://www.amazon.com/Set-Apart-Comparing-Giftedness-Jesus/dp/1540901025Start Where You Are "How God meets you in your mess, loves you through it, and leads you out of it" : https://www.amazon.com/Start-Where-You-Are-through/dp/1540900118If you'd like to support our ministry financially and assist us in reaching more people partner with us here paypal.me/copelandministries or cash app: $copelandministriesWatch this episode on Youtube here: https://www.Youtube.com/feyfamiliaSocialhttps://www.Instagram.com/ricanxo_https://www.instagram.com/rashcopeland https://www.Facebook.com/imsoblesseddailyofficial