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This episode is presented by Create A Video – The "grooming gang" scandal from the United Kingdom raises very uncomfortable (but clarifying) questions about why that nation's governing class ignored the problem or covered it up for more than a decade. Subscribe to the podcast at: https://ThePetePod.com/ All the links to Pete's Prep are free: https://patreon.com/petekalinershow Media Bias Check: GroundNews promo code! Advertising and Booking inquiries: Pete@ThePeteKalinerShow.com Get exclusive content here!: https://thepetekalinershow.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On today's show Torres reacts to a WILD few days in college hoops! UConn makes a statement against St. John's and Arkansas is better than we realize! Plus, Kentucky's pursuit of a "GM" picks up, a WILD coaching carousel rumor and we preview the mega Arkansas-Florida showdown in the SEC! Timestamps: UConn's statement win over St. John's (2:00) Arkansas better than we realized (22:00) Kentucky's GM search ramps up (40:00) A WILD coaching carousel rumor (57:00) Arkansas vs. Florida preview (1:10:00) Circa is the OFFICIAL hotel and gaming partner of the Aaron Torres Podcast: Check out their NEW sportsbook in Franklin, Kentucky or visit their Las Vegas property! Want to watch your favorite college football team or get tickets to ANY big game - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠at SeatGeek you can use code "TORRES" and get $20 off your first purchase! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Also, thank you to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Caulipuffs, the healthy, yet delicious snack⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ that is taking over your grocery isle! For more details - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠visit CauliPuffs.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Most contractors think they lose jobs because of price. But the truth is, you're often losing the job before you ever send the estimate. In this episode, we break down how jumping to conclusions, talking too much, and not truly listening to your customers is quietly costing you thousands in missed opportunities. If you want to close more deals, build real trust, and stand out in a crowded market, it starts with one simple shift that most people ignore. Lawntrapreneur Academy (The #1 Resource for Starting, Growing and Scaling a Successful Lawn & Landscaping Company). - https://www.lawntrepreneuracademy.com/  Granum Academy Bootcamp Tour (use BRIAN25 to save!): https://www.Granum.com/Brian LMN & Coffee - https://us06web.zoom.us/j/89495679453?pwd=m0wKa6prJWrARKClJKolBaJjl00OYn.1 Coast Pay Fuel Card: www.CoastPay.com/Brian

Today’s Bible Verse: “The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.” — Psalm 126:3 (NIV) Psalm 126:3 is a simple, powerful declaration of gratitude. After a season of hardship and restoration, God’s people pause to acknowledge what He has done—and joy follows. This verse reminds us that joy often grows when we take time to recognize God’s faithfulness in our story. Meet Today’s Host: Carol Ogle McCracken

Episode 6: The Normalization Effect: How and Why We Accept More Than We Realize . We are not overwhelmed because the world suddenly became chaotic. We are overwhelmed because human beings adapt faster than they understand what they're adapting to. . In this episode of The Polymathic Perspective, Dov Baron examines the psychology of normalization, how constant exposure to disruption, information overload, and repeated emotional stimuli quietly recalibrates human perception, decision-making, and cultural behavior. . This is not about agreeing with change. It's about how the brain, the nervous system, and social belonging mechanisms adjust so we can continue functioning, often without realizing what we've learned to tolerate. In This Episode, We Explore: The psychology of adaptation and why repeated exposure lowers emotional response over time How cognitive overload pushes humans toward faster decisions and simplified thinking The difference between resilience, which protects values, and normalization, which can shift them Why humans mirror their environments and how culture changes through imitation, not argument How modern media environments transformed information from occasional input into constant atmosphere The hidden feedback loop where individual coping behaviors reshape collective norms Why normalization often feels like fatigue, burnout, or numbness rather than moral change How rapid technological change now outpaces human reflection and ethical meaning-making What this means for leadership, culture, and decision-making in an age of continuous exposure A Question to Carry With You What is something you tolerate today that would have deeply disturbed you ten years ago? Not something you support. Something you've simply adapted to. Awareness begins there. Why This Matters Normalization doesn't happen because people abandon their principles. It happens because human beings are extraordinarily good at adjusting to repeated conditions in order to survive, belong, and continue. . Understanding that process is essential for anyone trying to lead, think clearly, or make decisions inside an environment defined by constant information and emotional saturation.

Omari Richins, MPH of Public Health Careers podcast explores the deep connections between Black History Month and public health, emphasizing how historical struggles and initiatives within Black communities have shaped modern public health policies and practices. Omari highlights the contributions of the Black Panther Party and other historical figures in advocating for health equity, community health, and social justice, urging listeners to recognize and continue this legacy in their own work.

Ready to feel seen? This episode hits hard on the chaos, tears, and tiny victories of parenting adults and how it's basically a never-ending soap opera. If you're racing the clock, wondering when the hell it gets easier, grab a drink or maybe two because you're not alone in this wild ride.We dive into the real-life breakdown of watching your kids grow up, the trauma of them leaving the nest, and the secret desire to hit pause on the entire process. You'll discover why all the “kids grow up so fast” advice is a total lie, and how the biggest surprises come when you least expect them like realizing that adulting is just giant emotional rollercoaster with no seat belts. Also, get this the truth about favorite cities, the highs and lows of university fears, and why retirement homes might be the only peace left in this madness.Our candid chats cover everything from obsessively planning their college escape routes, to that gut-twisting moment when you see their tiny hands turn into big decisions. You'll learn how to survive kids' crises, keep your sanity, and what really happens when your role shifts from protector to spectator.This episode is perfect if you're tired of pretending you have it all together, or just want to laugh through the tears. Spoiler: It's a hot mess for everyone, and that's totally okay. Because, let's be honest if you're still breathing, you're winning the parenting game.Ready to embrace the chaos and maybe even laugh about it? Hit play and let's normalize the fact that none of us actually know what we're doing. Trust us, you're going to want a front-row seat for this one. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We go into more Epstein stuff as far as it relates to a company that takes school pictures nationwide and it sucks but some of this stuff you gotta pay attention to, right? We might have taken too many stackers, hydroxycut, and other pills back in the day Headlines

How can you know if you're ready to remarry after a divorce? Jumping immediately into another relationship is not recommended. Realize that remarriage is complicated, especially when there's children involved.Donate to Moody Radio: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/lovelanguageminuteSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In memory of former Pirates' 2B Bill Mazeroski who passed away over the weekend, Adam Crowley and Dorin Dickerson appreciate his walk-off home run in the 1960 World Series alongside some other moments in sports history that belong to Pittsburgh.

Srimad Bhagavatam [Bhagwat Katha] – Part 33 | Swami Mukundananda  Swamiji narrates the beautiful beginning of Shree Krishna's Vrindavan leelas after the residents of Gokul shifted to Vrindavan due to the repeated attacks of demons. In this sacred land, Krishna began displaying even sweeter pastimes, especially revealing the bliss of sakhya bhav — loving friendship with His devotees.  At four and a half years of age, Krishna started grazing calves with His dear friends like Shridama, Sudama, Madhumangal, and others. These were no ordinary children but exalted souls who had earned the opportunity to participate in God's divine play. In their innocence, they did not see Krishna as the Supreme Lord — they saw Him as their beloved friend. They shared food, joked with Him, even scolded Him, and sometimes made Him act as a “horse” in their games.  Swamiji explains the astonishing sweetness of this leela: the same God who is worshiped in temples and praised in Vedic hymns happily accepts half-eaten food from His friends and joyfully carries them on His back. Krishna was not hungry for food — He was hungry for love. In Vrindavan, both God and devotee forget formal reverence and drown in pure affection.  This leela teaches us that divine love surpasses awe and ritual. While we must follow proper reverence in our stage of devotion, we can gradually cultivate the inner sentiment that God is our closest friend. Through sincere bhakti, one day we too may experience the sweetness of such intimate love with the Lord.    About Swami Mukundananda:    Swami Mukundananda is a renowned spiritual leader, Vedic scholar, Bhakti saint, best‑selling author, and an international authority on the subject of mind management. He is the founder of the unique yogic system called JKYog. Swamiji holds distinguished degrees in Engineering and Management from IIT and IIM. Having taken the renounced order of life (sanyas), he is the senior disciple of Jagadguru Shree Kripaluji Maharaj, and has been sharing Vedic wisdom across the globe for decades. 

The weekly sermon from Pastor Steve Rief, at Evergreen Community Church in Redland, Oregon.

Finally connecting with a high-school friend.By outdoorhorny. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.“Wow; you’re quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me.“Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice.“I’m sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!”“No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.”“Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!”I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?”She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.“Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.”I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.“Des,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn’t help but look at you!”A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.“Does that mean you didn’t think I was beautiful before?”“Oh, no, not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?“So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?”At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn’t stop myself.“Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly.I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.“So it wasn’t just because I’m all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.“Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you.”“I can see why you’re such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den.She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree’s party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother’s training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn’t he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?”“Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.“Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door.Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.“I’m sorry; I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”“No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It’s your mom; she’s just a little, ”“I know. I’m sorry. But she was right about one thing, ”“You Are very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.“Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I’ve always thought so, it’s just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, ” My words trailed off.“Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.“How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly.Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.“I’ve got to help my mom,” she said apologetically.“I’ve got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don’t want to go, though, ”“I know, I don’t want you to go!”Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we’ll have to finish this some other time,” she said.“Yeah, definitely!” I said urgently.“Come back tomorrow if it doesn’t snow,” she said quietly.She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des’s house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree’s dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.“Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.“Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, ”“You’re disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!”“Not when you’re here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.“Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath.“Parents?” I asked.“Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile.“Good!” I said fervently. “Let’s go!”She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.“You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.“This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom, ”“Don’t start. I was just being nice, but I’m glad you noticed me, finally!”“I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on.”“Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance.“So now, ” she began.“Now I’m all yours!” I told her with my best smile.“Good. I want to show you something!”I nodded and told her “Anything you want!”Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.“After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.”She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.“I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed, ”Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.“And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, ”I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.“I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.“Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.”Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.“Show me, ” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!”Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.“Sometimes, ” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?”“God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.“I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you’re doing it now!”“What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.“I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said.“Umm, I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile.Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren’t wearing all those clothes!”As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her!When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.“What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly.In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!&rdquo

Finally connecting with a high-school friend.By outdoorhorny. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.“Wow; you’re quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me.“Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice.“I’m sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!”“No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.”“Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!”I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?”She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.“Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.”I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.“Des,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn’t help but look at you!”A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.“Does that mean you didn’t think I was beautiful before?”“Oh, no, not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?“So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?”At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn’t stop myself.“Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly.I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.“So it wasn’t just because I’m all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.“Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you.”“I can see why you’re such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den.She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree’s party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother’s training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn’t he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?”“Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.“Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door.Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.“I’m sorry; I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”“No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It’s your mom; she’s just a little, ”“I know. I’m sorry. But she was right about one thing, ”“You Are very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.“Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I’ve always thought so, it’s just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, ” My words trailed off.“Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.“How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly.Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.“I’ve got to help my mom,” she said apologetically.“I’ve got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don’t want to go, though, ”“I know, I don’t want you to go!”Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we’ll have to finish this some other time,” she said.“Yeah, definitely!” I said urgently.“Come back tomorrow if it doesn’t snow,” she said quietly.She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des’s house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree’s dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.“Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.“Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, ”“You’re disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!”“Not when you’re here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.“Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath.“Parents?” I asked.“Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile.“Good!” I said fervently. “Let’s go!”She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.“You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.“This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom, ”“Don’t start. I was just being nice, but I’m glad you noticed me, finally!”“I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on.”“Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance.“So now, ” she began.“Now I’m all yours!” I told her with my best smile.“Good. I want to show you something!”I nodded and told her “Anything you want!”Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.“After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.”She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.“I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed, ”Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.“And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, ”I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.“I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.“Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.”Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.“Show me, ” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!”Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.“Sometimes, ” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?”“God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.“I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you’re doing it now!”“What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.“I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said.“Umm, I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile.Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren’t wearing all those clothes!”As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her!When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.“What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly.In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!&rdquo

Finally connecting with a high-school friend.By outdoorhorny. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.“Wow; you’re quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me.“Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice.“I’m sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!”“No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.”“Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!”I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?”She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.“Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.”I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.“Des,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn’t help but look at you!”A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.“Does that mean you didn’t think I was beautiful before?”“Oh, no, not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?“So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?”At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn’t stop myself.“Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly.I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.“So it wasn’t just because I’m all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.“Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you.”“I can see why you’re such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den.She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree’s party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother’s training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn’t he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?”“Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.“Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door.Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.“I’m sorry; I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”“No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It’s your mom; she’s just a little, ”“I know. I’m sorry. But she was right about one thing, ”“You Are very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.“Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I’ve always thought so, it’s just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, ” My words trailed off.“Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.“How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly.Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.“I’ve got to help my mom,” she said apologetically.“I’ve got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don’t want to go, though, ”“I know, I don’t want you to go!”Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we’ll have to finish this some other time,” she said.“Yeah, definitely!” I said urgently.“Come back tomorrow if it doesn’t snow,” she said quietly.She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des’s house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree’s dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.“Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.“Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, ”“You’re disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!”“Not when you’re here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.“Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath.“Parents?” I asked.“Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile.“Good!” I said fervently. “Let’s go!”She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.“You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.“This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom, ”“Don’t start. I was just being nice, but I’m glad you noticed me, finally!”“I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on.”“Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance.“So now, ” she began.“Now I’m all yours!” I told her with my best smile.“Good. I want to show you something!”I nodded and told her “Anything you want!”Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.“After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.”She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.“I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed, ”Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.“And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, ”I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.“I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.“Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.”Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.“Show me, ” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!”Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.“Sometimes, ” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?”“God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.“I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you’re doing it now!”“What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.“I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said.“Umm, I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile.Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren’t wearing all those clothes!”As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her!When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.“What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly.In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!&rdquo

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In this hour, Adam Crowley and Dorin Dickerson address what moves the Steelers could and should make this offseason to bolster the roster. February 20, 2026, 7:00 Hour

In this powerful episode of Full Transparency Podcast, the conversation centers around one undeniable truth: time doesn't slow down for anyone.We dive into the mindset shifts required to stop procrastinating, stop waiting for the “perfect moment,” and start executing on your goals with urgency. The discussion explores how fear, comfort, and overthinking quietly steal years from your potential and why successful people treat time like their most valuable asset.This episode is a wake-up call for anyone sitting on talent, ideas, or dreams. If you've been waiting for clarity, confidence, or permission. This conversation will challenge you to move now because time isn't waiting.

He knew your worth.He just didn't think you'd leave.In this episode, we're talking about why men take good women for granted — and what actually makes a man realize he fumbled you. Spoiler: it's not begging, over-explaining, or proving your value.✨ Let's connect:

Natalie sits down with registered dietitian and mom Stephanie Darby to unpack the realities of running after pregnancy, including her experience racing while pregnant, pushing a stroller, and later realizing she had been chronically underfueling.In this conversation, you'll learn:Why postpartum runners feel wiped out even on short runsHow stroller running increases energy needsSigns you're not eating enough to support trainingWhy “bouncing back” is a harmful mythHow to rebuild fitness without burning outIf you're a mom who runs—or wants to again—this episode will help you rethink fueling, recovery, and what progress really looks like after baby.Have questions or want to request a show topic? DM us @greenletes Check out Natalie's book

In this episode, we're going inward.Not into relationships. Not into other people. Into you.We're unpacking the most common fear-based belief that quietly shapes your decisions, your discipline, your ambition, your avoidance, your control. The belief that you are not enough as you are.I talk about how self-limiting beliefs don't always sound negative. Sometimes they sound responsible. Sometimes they sound productive. Sometimes they sound like intuition. But underneath them is fear. Fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Fear of losing control. Fear of being exposed.We'll break down how these beliefs form, how they disguise themselves as personality traits, and how to start dismantling them without collapsing your identity.Because most of the ceilings in your life are invisible.And once you see them, you can stop living under them.

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Building a sustainable voiceover career in 2026 requires more than great performance—it means understanding how agencies submit talent, how online casting has evolved, and how discoverability now works in an increasingly digital and AI-influenced landscape. Today's voice actors need clarity, adaptability, and a strategy grounded in how the industry actually operates. In this episode of VO BOSS, Anne Ganguzza and J. Michael Collins sit down for a candid conversation about modern voiceover career strategy. Together, they explore how submissions are filtered behind the scenes, why becoming a trusted, go-to talent matters more than constant chasing, and how marketing, SEO, and emerging AI search tools now play a role in being found. This episode offers practical, experience-based insight into building a career that's positioned for long-term success.      Chapter Summaries: The Entrepreneurial "Happy Accident" (04:14) JMC reflects on a 30-year career built on "happy accidents" and flying by the seat of his pants. He emphasizes that a successful voiceover career strategy requires constant evolution. He discusses his "full circle" journey—starting in traditional studios, becoming a pioneer of online casting, and returning to a heavy focus on agency and broadcast work. Legwork and the "100 Touches" Rule (09:56) The hosts discuss the significant increase in effort required for modern talent. JMC suggests that the old standard of 20 daily marketing "touches" is obsolete; today, a competitive voiceover business requires closer to 100 touches a day (auditions + direct marketing) to maintain a tough climb in a saturated market. Demystifying the Agency World (09:29) JMC addresses a common misconception: agents are not scary gatekeepers; they work for you. He breaks down how agency submissions really work—where hundreds of voiceover auditions may be received for a single role, but only a small, carefully selected group is ever sent to the client. For voice actors, success comes from shifting the focus away from constant outreach and toward becoming a trusted, go-to talent within an agency's roster.  The New Frontier: LLM Search and SEO (21:07) Anne and JMC dive into the "New SEO." Beyond traditional Google rankings, talent must now optimize for AI chatbots like ChatGPT and Claude. JMC reveals he is booking multiple jobs per week from clients who found him by asking an AI bot for recommendations. This requires a comprehensive digital footprint that AI models can crawl and trust. Longevity and the "Five-Figure Wall" (16:04) JMC offers blunt advice for newer talent: getting to those first $20,000–$30,000 in annual revenue is the hardest part of the job. Once you hit that low five-figure traction, scaling to six figures is often a faster process because you have already developed the resilience and technical skills needed to survive rejection. The Immersion Strategy: VO Conferences (32:39) As the producer of VO Atlanta, One Voice USA, and his signature Euro Retreats, JMC explains why live events are the ultimate "Super Bowl" for career growth. He discusses the difference between intimate retreats (EuroVO) and massive immersion events, emphasizing that the relationships and "lifelong families" built at these conferences are often more valuable than the sessions themselves.     Top 10 Takeaways for Voice Actors: Embrace the Hustle: Aim for 100 marketing touches or auditions daily to stay ahead of the competition. Optimize for Chatbots: Ensure your website content is detailed and clear so LLMs like ChatGPT can index you for specific genre recommendations. Agents are Partners: Treat agents as people who work for you; focus on becoming the "easy choice" that they prioritize for shortlists. Traditional SEO Still Matters: Being on Page 1 or 2 of Google provides "walk-in business" that allows you to stop constant chasing. Focus on High-Tier Portals: If using pay-to-plays, aim for top-tier memberships (like 123 Platinum) to bypass the saturation of lower tiers. LinkedIn is the Pro Choice: Focus your social media marketing on LinkedIn, where professional grade buyers live, rather than consumer-heavy sites like Facebook. Persist Past the First $30k: Realize that the first five-figure stretch is the most difficult; the snowball effect happens once you establish a baseline. Demos are Still Non-Negotiable: You cannot get agency representation or high-end direct work without an award-winning, professional demo. Invest in Live Connection: Attend conferences like VO Atlanta or One Voice to build the "community family" that sustains a long-term career. Do It Your Way: Forge your own path by blending old-school agency work with new-school direct marketing and SEO strategy.  

I'm continuing my exploration of a hard truth many leaders of analytics software companies run into: deals don't stall because the tech is weak. Instead, they stall because prospects can't see the value soon enough or the risk of changing the status quo is too high. This is often a product problem, not a sales one, and obtaining Flow-of-Work Alignment (FOWA) may help you start closing more evals and deals. So what is FOWA? The idea is simple, but demanding: stop showcasing features and start designing experiences that fit into how customers already do their work, create value, and add delight when your product is added into the loop.  Getting to FOWA means tailoring demos with realistic, industry-specific data, reducing mental translation, and minimizing behavior change. In this scenario, improvements become small, testable bets tied to outcomes, not feature checklists. UX and usability are not cosmetic; they should shape trust, adoption, and buyability.  When prospects can clearly see themselves succeeding with your product, value feels obvious, evals progress, and deals close.  Highlights/ Skip to: Steps to implementing Flow-of-Work Alignment (FOWA):  Tailor your demo or POC to map to the prospects' world and their workflow (1:53) Treat product improvements as bets that have to be tested so that observable outcomes are what you're holding your product team accountable for (3:57) Reducing perceived behavior change (6:39) Realize that your product's visual design are likely impacting your product's clarity and its desirability (12:29)  Aligning your sales and product teams around customer outcomes and not feature gaps (18:03) Why you might think FOWA won't work for your product—and how to reframe those objections (24:22)

This week Joey and Keith get to know Big Kurt. They dive right into great topics like whiskey, strongman, drumming, creating content, and being a nerd. Links Ü&Ü Hoodie Massenomics x Ünpaid and Ünderrated Colab Get Your Own Keith Head Follow The Podcast On Instagram @unpaid.underrated.podcast Online UnpaidInternPodcast.com On Youtube @Unpaid.Underrated.Podcast Our Guest On Instagram @the_kurtlocker Our Hosts @keithhoneycutt73 or his orange gym, @thenowhinecellar @joey_mleczko Special Guest: Big Kurt.

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Most men think they're living in peace. They're not.In this episode of The Impossible Life Podcast, Garrett Unclebach and Nick Surface break down the Rules for War—not physical warfare, but the spiritual, mental, and cultural battles happening every day in your words, your thoughts, and your actions.If you don't see life through the lens of conflict, you'll misinterpret what's happening around you—and inside you.Garrett shares battlefield principles learned in the SEAL teams and translates them into everyday application for leadership, marriage, business, and faith. This episode lays out tactical rules that protect your family, guard your identity, and sharpen your discipline.Language RulesNo careless wordsSpeak life or death intentionallyStop exaggerating and inflatingReplace complaints with commandsBuild personal mantras that stabilize you under pressureThought & Belief RulesTake your thoughts captiveRenew your mind intentionallyAudit what you're feeding your brainTreat threats as challengesStrengthen specific, active beliefAction RulesAct on truthObedience isn't a moodRemember who you work forWork the plan—even when it changesFinish strong, no matter the scoreThis episode is a wake-up call. You may not hear bullets—but you are in a war for your focus, your identity, your marriage, your leadership, and your legacy.And in war, careless words cost lives. Undisciplined thoughts weaken positions. Passive action loses ground.If you want to lead well, protect what matters, and finish strong—you need rules. Save this episode. You'll want it when the pressure hits.Join a group of likeminded Impossible Life listeners in our FREE Skool community by clicking here.Get the Purpose Playbook by clicking hereGet the FREE Basic Discipline Training 30 Day Program by clicking hereJoin us in Mindset Mastery by clicking hereIf you're a man that wants real accountability and training to be a leader, click here.Level up your nutrition with IDLife by clicking hereGET IN TOUCHSocial Media - @theimpossiblelifeEmail - info@theimpossible.life

Is the metronome helping your students—or making things worse? In this episode, we unpack the biggest mistakes teachers make with the metronome and why it rarely fixes rhythm or pulse problems on its own. You'll learn what the metronome is actually for, why it's a learned skill (not an instinctive one), and how to introduce it step-by-step so students see it as a helpful, confidence-building practice tool rather than a source of stress. A must-listen for piano teachers who want to use the metronome wisely—and effectively.

Hello to you listening in Layton, New Jersey and Hancock, New Hampshire!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for Story Prompt Friday the 13th and your host, Diane Wyzga.I'm an East Coast Girl born and raised. Winter was always a time of mystery and majesty. All that snow! All that wild and welcome time to trek, ski, snowshoe, winter camp, and skate frozen ponds. I yearn for the winter activities being enjoyed by my family still Back East; but even more I want what is yet to be. I want Winter's Promise.Winter's Promise“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future…the timelessness of the rocks and the hills... all the people who have existed there.I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape,the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it,the whole story doesn't show.” –Andrew WyethStory Prompt: What is the promise your life holds for you now? What will you do to realize that promise? What are the stakes? Write that story and share it out loud!You're always welcome: "Come for the stories - Stay for the magic!" Speaking of magic, I hope you'll subscribe, share a 5-star rating and nice review on your social media or podcast channel of choice, bring your friends and rellies, and join us! You will have wonderful company as we continue to walk our lives together. Be sure to stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website, check out the Communication Services, email me to arrange a no-obligation Discovery Call, and stay current with me as "Wyzga on Words" on Substack.Stories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicALL content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.  If you found this podcast episode helpful, please consider sharing and attributing it to Diane Wyzga of Stories From Women Who Walk podcast with a link back to the original source.

What if the thing holding you back isn't a lack of skill—but a quiet expectation you've never questioned? In this episode, I unpack a personal realization about how we see ourselves in different rings—and how those self-images quietly cap what we believe is possible. I explore the idea of limiting expectations: the invisible ceiling we place on our performance based on who we think we are, how we train, and what we believe we've “earned.” We'll talk about how expectations shape beliefs, beliefs shape actions, and actions shape results—and how to interrupt that loop when it's keeping you stuck. Whether you're chasing higher scores, finals, or simply more confidence in the ring, this episode will help you take a more honest look at what you expect from yourself… and what you want to do about it.

Retention is not something to fix at the end of care. It is something to build from the very first interaction. Join Dr. Lona and Dr. Kevin Day as they unpack why most practices lose patients without realizing where or why the leak begins. They explore retention as a system that starts at conversion, deepens through clarity and consistency, and is sustained by education, accountability, and philosophical certainty. The payoff is a practice built on trust, momentum, and patients who understand how to care for their bodies for life.Key Highlights00:56 – Naming the often-unseen ways patients drift out of care and why retention problems are harder to spot than they seem02:56 – Reframing retention as something established early rather than repaired later in the care journey04:32 – Viewing practice growth through the lens of one patient at a time rather than volume or shortcuts05:54 – How early signals like phone calls and online presence quietly shape long-term expectations07:14 – The compounding effect of consistent experiences on trust, safety, and follow-through09:17 – The tension between wanting to explain everything and knowing when less is more11:01 – The influence of philosophical grounding on confidence, communication, and decision-making14:36 – Using progress checkpoints as moments of alignment rather than routine obligations18:13 – Holding patients accountable in a way that reinforces partnership instead of pressure22:54 – Education as an ongoing relationship that supports retention beyond symptom relief Resources MentionedJoin the TRP Remarkable Attraction Immersion - Oct 10 and 11 in Phoenix, AZ and Oct 24 & 25 in Adelaide, AUS - https://theremarkablepractice.com/upcoming-events/ To schedule a Strategy Session with Dr Lona: https://go.oncehub.com/DrLonaBuildPodcastTo schedule a Strategy Session with Dr Bobby: https://go.oncehub.com/DrBobbyBuildPodcastLearn more about the Remarkable CEO Podcast: https://theremarkablepractice.com/podcast

Dave Rubin of "The Rubin Report" talks about "The View's" Sunny Hostin using Bad Bunny's Super Bowl Half Time Show to give a condescending lecture about Puerto Rico and poverty to her audience; Jimmy Kimmel ripping into liberals who pretend to like Bad Bunny; Kentucky liberal judge Tracy Davis causing outrage for cutting a convicted criminal's sentence in half by portraying him as a victim of racism in America when even he didn't believe it; Nick Shirley's shocking report on how California is handling its drug addiction and homeless crisis by giving out drug kits to help homeless get high and then giving them Narcan when they overdose; Jasmine Crockett telling Vox's Astead Herndon on "Today Explained" why she won't apologize for falsely accusing Lee Zeldin of taking money from Jeffrey Epstein; Robert F. Kennedy Jr. telling the surprising story behind the creation of Mike Tyson's Real Food Super Bowl ad; and much more. WATCH the MEMBER-EXCLUSIVE segment of the show here: https://rubinreport.locals.com/ Check out the NEW RUBIN REPORT MERCH here: https://daverubin.store/ ---------- Today's Sponsors: Rumble Wallet - Don't let the big banks freeze your accounts. Own Tether Gold - real gold, on the blockchain and get direct ownership of physical gold bars, each one fully allocated, verifiable by serial number, purity, and weight. Download Rumble Wallet now and step away from the big banks — for good!  Go to: https://rumblewallet.onelink.me/bJsX/...

Ken and Anthony talk about the value Jim Schwartz brought to the Browns and whether or not they think any DC can step into his place and take over from where he left off.

In this episode, we're talking about the surprising power of half-assing, on purpose. Inspired by Shonda Rhimes' “Year of Yes,” Alexis shares how trying to be great at everything leads to burnout, and why the smarter move might be to pick what you'll intentionally do “just okay” for a while. You'll hear real-life examples, get permission to stop overachieving, and walk away with a doable strategy for lowering stress and raising sanity.FREE Resources: Watch this Free Class!: 3 Secrets to Always Having Enough Time For Your Work, Your Family and Yourself ( https://www.alexishaselberger.com/register-now ) ⁠⁠Click here to grab your free Distraction Action Plan today and start saving hours  each week! ( https://www.alexishaselberger.com/reduce-distraction )This show is brought to you by: ⁠Time Well Spent : the time management course for real people, just like you, who want to do more and stress less -  https://www.alexishaselberger.com/time-well-spent-course Stay connected!:Visit our website at  ⁠https://www.alexishaselberger.com⁠ Check out the " ⁠Time Well Spent: Time Management for Real People⁠ “ Course ( https://www.alexishaselberger.com/time-well-spent-course )Join the  ⁠Do More, Stress Less Facebook Community⁠  ( https://www.facebook.com/groups/domorestressless )Connect on  ⁠Linkedin⁠  ( https://www.linkedin.com/in/alexis-haselberger/ )Follow us for updates and more content: Youtube  ( https://www.youtube.com/c/DoMoreStressLess ) ⁠Instagram⁠  ( https://www.instagram.com/do.more.stress.less/ ) ⁠TikTok⁠  ( https://www.tiktok.com/@do.more.stress.less)  ⁠Facebook⁠  ( https://www.facebook.com/domorestressless )We want your feedback!:If you have constructive feedback, please email us at alexis+podcastfeedback@alexishaselberger.comIf you enjoyed this episode, please leave us a rating and share with a friend!Transcript:Read it  ⁠here⁠ !

Eric Togneri, What is My Biz Worth?, on Affordable Business Valuations and the “Determine, Build, Realize” Framework (North Fulton Business Radio, Episode 934) On this episode of North Fulton Business Radio, host John Ray welcomes Eric Togneri, Founder and CEO of What is My Biz Worth? Eric discusses the importance of business owners knowing the […]

You manage careers, children, finances, and everyone else's needs—but when divorce enters the picture, who's supporting you?If you're a high-achieving woman or the primary breadwinner, divorce can feel like something you should be able to handle on your own. This episode breaks down why that belief is not only wrong—but costly. Heather Quick sits down with family law attorney Renee Turner to uncover how emotional pressure, unspoken expectations, and lack of support quietly undermine even the most successful women during divorce.In this episode, you'll discover:Why compassionate advocacy is a strategic advantage—not a weakness—for professional womenThe biggest legal and emotional mistakes female breadwinners make early in divorceHow to build a support team that protects your assets, your peace, and your futurePress play to learn how thoughtful, strategic support can help you divorce with strength—without sacrificing what you've worked so hard to build.Join us on our podcast as we navigate the complexities of marriage, divorce, separation, and all related legal and emotional aspects, including adultery, alimony, child support, spousal support, timesharing, custody battles, and the financial impact of dissolution of marriage.Interested in working with us? Fill out this form here to get started.Not quite ready? Interact with us on socials!Linktree- https://linktr.ee/FloridaWomensLawGroupFlorida Women's Law Group Website- https://women-winning-divorce.captivate.fm/fwlgRenee Turner's Links: Official website: https://thoughtfullawyering.com/about Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61564047130815 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thoughtfullawyering/?hl=en LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/reneeeturner Disclaimer: This podcast is for informational purposes only and is not an advertisement for legal services. The information provided on this podcast is not intended to be legal advice. You should not rely on what you hear on this podcast as legal advice. If you have a legal issue, please contact a lawyer. The views and opinions expressed by the hosts and guests are solely those of the individuals and do not represent the views or opinions of the firms or organizations with which they are affiliated or the views or opinions of this podcast's advertisers. This podcast is available for private, non-commercial use only. Any editing, reproduction, or redistribution of this podcast for commercial use or monetary gain without the expressed, written consent of the podcast's creator is prohibited.Thank you for listening, please leave us a review and share the podcast with your friends and colleagues. Send your...

In this episode, our host Dr. Brianna Armstrong sits down with Dr. Kelly Cooper, veterinarian, former practice owner, corporate leader, and certified leadership coach, to explore the quiet realization many leaders have but rarely name: I'm not the leader I want to be—and I don't know how to fix it. Kelly shares her journey from clinical practice to ownership, rising through the ranks at Banfield to the highest level before the C-suite, and ultimately making the difficult decision to walk away from a prestigious role to pursue coaching full-time. Not because she was failing—but because she wanted something more aligned. Together, they unpack what coaching actually is (and what it's not), how leaders often don't realize they need support until something breaks, and why awareness—not perfection—is the first step toward becoming a better leader. This is an honest, reflective conversation for veterinarians and leaders who care deeply, want to do better, and are willing to look inward.  In This Episode, We Discuss: The moment Kelly realized she wasn't the leader she wanted to be Why many veterinarians struggle with leadership—and don't know help exists The difference between coaching, therapy, and mentorship How coaching helped Kelly gain clarity, alignment, and confidence What a real coaching session actually looks like Why leadership growth often requires outside perspective How coaching can transform not just your career, but your relationships and wellbeing The idea that pain is inevitable—but suffering is optional  This Episode Is For You If: You're a leader who cares deeply but feels stuck or stretched You've ever thought, “Why does this feel harder than it should?” You're curious about coaching but unsure if it's “for you” You want to lead with more intention, clarity, and self-awareness  About Dr. Kelly Cooper Dr. Kelly Cooper is a veterinarian and certified leadership coach with over 20 years of experience in clinical practice and veterinary leadership. After owning a practice and rising to a senior leadership role at Banfield, Kelly chose to step away from corporate leadership to focus on one-on-one coaching—helping veterinarians and leaders grow into the people they want to be, not just the roles they hold. drkellycooper@realityvet.com Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/drkellycooper/  Reality Vet: https://www.realityvet.com/   CPLP Podcast - Follow for more:  FB: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61556480229406&mibextid=LQQJ4d⁠  IG: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/choosepeoplelovepets?igsh=MTVzZjc4ZHE4MWd2NQ%3D%3D&utm_source=qr⁠  LI: ⁠https://www.linkedin.com/company/choose-people-love-pets/⁠  

Lindsey Vonn & her former boyfriend, Eldrick.. Might be time folks

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Drawing from an extensive study of 246 direct references to the Holy Spirit in the New Testament, Mike Nappa will join us to reveal in-depth what God’s Spirit does—and what’s left for you to do. (Hint: It’s not what you think!) Discover how the Holy Spirit works in, with, and through you to accomplish His purpose. Realize why you never have to walk in the weakness of your power—experience how the Holy Spirit flaunts Christ through you.Become a Parshall Partner: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/inthemarket/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I used to think I'd finally feel happy once I got the job, the body, the relationship. But here's the truth no one tells you: You don't actually want the thing — you want the feeling you think it will give you.   And the wild part? You can feel that way right now.   If you've ever said "I'll be happy when…" — this will stop you in your tracks. Listen now. This changes everything. Ready to break the cycle for good? If this episode resonated with you, there's something you need to try next…

In this episode of the Ultimate Intimacy Podcast, we take a fun and honest look at the unexpected side of marriage and the things no one really prepares you for. From those moments when Nick asks, “What's wrong, sweetie?” and Amy answers, “Nothing”… which somehow means something

Join us for Episode 64 of Season 2 of Modified Roll! Twilight heads out and joins members of the Order of the Blue Moon for the evening to track a lycanthrope gag, but will they manage to find any leads? Find out in Episode 64 of season 2 of Modified Roll! Do you want some new dice or awesome D&D accessories? Then head on over to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠DnDice⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and get 10% off all purchases! Or use the following code at checkout: "ModifedRoll" Don't forget to check out ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Always Ready to Roll for all your professional GM requirements!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Thank you to our wonderful guests, ⁠⁠Emily Bates⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Jess Jewell⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠Sophie Horton⁠⁠ And don't forget to check out ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠all our new awesome merch!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ // ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Stitcher⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ // ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Podbean⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ // ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thank you as well to @LixxieB for our wonderful logo⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and to⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Jeff for our wonderful Season 2 Character Art!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ And thank you to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Michael Ghelfi Studios⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ for allowing us to use their music and SFX in our episodes!  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Support the show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The fellas talk some long range shooting before easing into the day's run sheet. Highlights include: When your kid finally beats you What the HELL Henry? Sports will take a back seat to Wednesday nights Screwtape Chapter 8 Liberal woman would just assume put us in jail or re-education camps Veil completely off on mass [...]

Have you ever felt tired in a way sleep doesn't fix? Like you're carrying the weight of everything — the world, your family, your responsibilities, your own emotions — and you don't know how to put it down? This episode is for you. Because here's the truth most of us don't hear enough:

10-year NBA veteran Ryan Hollins joins Afternoon Drive on The Fan. He talks about James Harden's fit with the Cavaliers, how he'll be able to elevate Evan Mobley, the reasoning behind Harden's struggles in the playoffs, and more.

Have you ever used Google Maps and been redirected midway via a better route? Think about this show as your personalized navigation tool for fertility and IVF, as Dr. Aimee shares the five things you need to know before, during, and after IVF to support yourself. 1. Be clear on why you're considering IVF. Why are you doing IVF? 2. Realize your relationships may change. This is something I ask my patients to think about before, during, and after IVF. 3. Develop a plan for unused embryos. When you're going through IVF this is likely the last thing you want to think or talk about. 4. Know that pregnancy isn't always easy. Developing a support system is important during IVF and fertility treatment. 5. Understand that your feelings may linger. The feelings you had when you had a hard time getting pregnant can sometimes continue during pregnancy, after pregnancy, and beyond. Read the full show notes on Dr. Aimee's website. Do you have questions about IVF?Click here to join Dr. Aimee for The IVF Class. The next live class call is on Monday, February 9, 2026 at 4pm PST, where Dr. Aimee will explain IVF and there will be time to ask her your questions live on Zoom.   Dr. Aimee Eyvazzadeh is one of America's most well known fertility doctors. Her success rate at baby-making is what gives future parents hope when all hope is lost. She pioneered the TUSHY Method and BALLS Method to decrease your time to pregnancy. Learn more about the TUSHY Method and find a wealth of fertility resources at www.draimee.org. Other ways to connect with Dr. Aimee and The Egg Whisperer Show: Subscribe to my YouTube channel for more fertility tips!Subscribe to the newsletter to get updates

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If you run away from conflict or think you're “just not a good negotiator,” this episode will change everything.In this deeply personal and powerful episode of The Brave Table, I sit down with world-renowned negotiator and mother, Lousin Mehrabi, who takes us on a journey of what negotiation really means. Spoiler: it's not about boardrooms, billion-dollar deals, or getting your way. It's about navigating life's toughest moments, from parenting a child with a terminal condition to asking for what you need in love, life, and leadership.What you'll get out of this episode… The heartbreak of parenting through unimaginable circumstances and finding purpose in the painHow negotiation isn't about conflict; it's the way out of itWhy women hesitate to call themselves “negotiators” (and how to reclaim that)Real strategies for everyday negotiationHow to negotiate when emotions run highConnect with Lousin IG / https://www.instagram.com/lousinmehrabi LINKEDIN / https://www.linkedin.com/in/lousin-mehrabi YT / https://www.youtube.com/@lousinmehrabi  This Episode is Sponsored by Chai TonicsStarting the year without pressure? Same. I'm choosing ritual over resolution with Chai Tonics — a calming chai ritual for focus, gentle energy, and nervous-system support when January feels loud. Try it at https://bit.ly/trychaitonics  and use code BRAVETABLE for 15% off.