Podcasts about record keepers

Charlotte, the Sage of Abby HillBased on the work of BradentonLarry, in 6 parts.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.The Sage and  a Kind of Good-Bye"The Sage is ready to see you now," said Wei, the tall Asian man who they had learned was the Abbot of the brown-robed monks – or the Order of Record Keepers, as they called themselves.Don gently urged Nicole to release his cock from her mouth and promised they would get back to playing soon. As he tied his grey robe about himself, Don saw that Toshia, who had been riding up and down on Alan's lap only a moment before was also hurrying to make herself "presentable". After waking up hours ago, and the following, almost routine, morning sex (Well, that's definitely the right way to start the day, particularly when you wake up sandwiched between two naked, sexy women! Don thought to himself with a happy smile), they had had a bite of breakfast and been asked to wait until they were called for. While they learned a little bit more about the Order, most of the morning was spent in lazy sexual play. It was now shortly after midday, and at least two of them were quite eager to meet this person whom they had been awaiting, and had gone to such lengths to find.They followed Wei to the foot of a winding staircase and proceeded up. At the top, behind a modest door, they were admitted to a good sized study, complete with shelves filled with row upon row of books. Windows all around the room let bright sunlight in. There were a few comfortable chairs, and a nice desk, behind which, in a brown robe, sat a middle aged woman with thick, dark brown hair falling down around her shoulders. She was apparently reading the last page of a stack of typed material.Wei gestured to a set of chairs that had been drawn into a circle of four, and said, "Please, make yourself comfortable, she will be right with you."Sure enough, right after he had closed the door behind himself but before they could get comfortable in their chairs, the woman looked up at them and smiled. "Hello," she said as she stood up and came around the desk. "You're obviously Don, and I'm guessing you're Toshia and you're Nicole.""That's right, and you're 'the Sage'?" Toshia asked."That's what they call me," she smiled as she sat down in a high-backed chair."I admit, I was expecting someone a bit ... more wizened," Don smiled."Well, it's really just a title, like 'the Crone', though I suspect the similarities end about there. You can call me Charlotte if you prefer.""Pleased to meet you, Charlotte," Toshia said."Likewise," Charlotte smiled again. "I know you must have many questions, but let me just say, I've just finished reading your various reports, and I've enjoyed them very much. Our scribes are chosen for their skill at asking the right sorts of questions and their ability to flesh out the stories they're given, but in this case they've had very good material to work with. The three of you have had some very interesting adventures. I particularly enjoyed reading about your encounter with the Bull, Toshia.""So, everyone who comes here looking for you tells their story and you read it?" Nicole asked."Yes, that's right. I confess, my personal 'kink' is to get off reading about, and sometimes watching, the exploits of others. I would have finished reading your reports earlier, but I had to keep stopping to masturbate.""Wouldn't it have been more efficient for us to just tell you directly?" Nicole asked with a twinkle in her eye that the Sage seemed to miss."Well, yes, but there are two problems with that," Charlotte answered. "One, we keep all the stories, as a record and a source of study...""You could just have someone type it up as we told you," Toshia pointed out.Charlotte nodded, "That's quite true, but then the narrator would be bristling with questions for me, which would slow things down and cause all kinds of complications.""Is that the second problem?" Don asked."No, the second one is that there seems to be some benefit to having each person tell his or her own story, and then comparing them.""How have our stories diverged?" Don wanted to know."Well, I've only just read the three of them, and haven't had hardly any time to think about them, but Don's way of looking at your time here in Eros involves a lot of digressions and interconnections, while Toshia's is more straight-forward. Nicole's is actually rather journalistic."Don could see that Nicole had half a mind to object to this, but he cut in with, "OK, but what's the point of all this anyway?"Charlotte the Sage frowned slightly and said, "I assume you mean the record-keeping?""Well, for now, yes.""At some point, long ago, the first Sage decided that one way of trying to make sense of the whys and wherefores of Eros was to start recording the experiences of people who, like him, remembered their lives before waking up here.""And, has it helped?" Toshia asked."Well, it certainly makes for some stimulating reading," Charlotte laughed. Then she added, "It definitely has served to build up some generalizations that seem to be helpful.""Such as?" Don prodded."Every single person who has come here, to this Abbey, and this goes back for 450 Erosian years, has spoken English rather fluently. Now, the only people who we interview are those who remember their lives prior to waking up here, but none of them has ever reported meeting anyone who doesn't speak English. This suggests that either the people who don't remember spoke English before they arrived here, were somehow rewired to speak English upon being brought over, or are native Erosians. This all seems to strongly suggest that whomever or whatever is responsible for selecting people for Eros speaks English, and that seems quite surprising and noteworthy to me.""So, which is it, were they brought here or are they natives?" Nicole asked."They were brought," Don said quietly, remembering his and Toshia's visit to the Library in the Manor."Well, the evidence does suggest that," Charlotte nodded. "They seem to have various personality traits and interests that wouldn't make sense for native Erosians, for one thing.""That's what I was thinking," Don added."Also, some people have actually met people they recognized or even knew quite well from Earth, but who seemed to have no memory of that other life.""That must have been bizarre," Toshia said."It has sometimes been ... awkward, to say the least," nodded Charlotte."All of this is very interesting, but you mentioned whomever, or whatever, is selecting people from Earth – English speaking people from Earth," Don said as he leaned forward. "Who or what is doing this, and why? What's the point of it all?"Charlotte smiled again, "I honestly can't say. I admit that the question puts me in a philosophical frame of mind. Imagine if I asked you what the point of it all was on Earth. Anyway, there are theories, of course. Some Sages have thought that we were being held prisoner here as lab rats, running countless experiments on human sexuality, others that there is some power, or powers, who feed off human eroticism, or who have lost the ability to generate it for themselves – the ultimate voyeurs. There seems no question that there's some intelligence behind it, though.""Why do you think so?" Toshia asked."Well, it only selects people who are quite dissatisfied with their Earthly sex lives." Charlotte held up her hand to forestall Toshia's objection. "The fact that it is very hard to sort out exactly what counts as such dissatisfaction seems to lend weight to this consideration. No doubt, Toshia would hesitate to say that she was dissatisfied in any way with Sarah, but it seems clear from reading her story that she would hardly think of the sex life she was having before as being satisfying now. Almost every single person who has found his or her way here has thought that being brought to Eros was a wonderful gift, which has led some to speculate that this was some kind of heaven."Don couldn't resist scowling at this notion, and Charlotte noticed. "I don't buy that either," she said with a smile. "On the other hand, it's the best afterlife I've ever heard of. Going back to the question of intelligence, one of the most telling bits of evidence is the two of you, Don and Toshia."After taking a moment to scowl thoughtfully at this suggestion, Toshia asked, "What do you mean?""As far as our records indicate, the two of you are unique. No pair of friends has ever woken up together like you have. Before you ask, I have absolutely no idea what that might mean. Perhaps it's for the purposes of one of those psycho-sexual experiments."There was a moment of silence before Don decided to ask, "What's up with the black robed figures?""The Watchers," Charlotte nodded. "Another indication that there is some kind of intelligent process going on. After 450 years of accumulating data, there has never been anyone – anyone recorded, anyway – who has managed to talk to, or even catch hold of, one of those bastards. They watch for a bit; then, when you think you're going to get your hands on one, they're gone.""Is it science or magic?" Toshia asked."I'm inclined to follow Arthur C. Clarke on this one and say I don't really know that there's a difference in this context.""There are so many questions," Don muttered, shaking his head. "How many people remember their lives? What's the distribution of their wheres and whens? Is there anything they all have in common besides being sexually frustrated?""Is there a way to get home again?" Toshia asked resolutely.Charlotte, knowing this was the issue that had motivated them in seeking her out, turned to Toshia with a serious expression and said, "Yes, or so it would seem anyway. There are apparently at least two ways. The first is to become bored with life in Eros. It seems that when that happens you will simply go missing, and it's presumed that you return to your Earthly life. As to the other, more proactive, way, the lake outside is the headwater of a river that runs several hundred kilometers to an ocean or a sea – we haven't been able to get anyone to engage in any kind of systematic exploration. Along the coastline to the left of mouth of river...""To the left facing the sea?" Don asked."Yes," Charlotte smiled again. "Go down the river, then turn left, and proceed along the coast, until you find a place called the Grotto of Ishtar, or just the Grotto. There, according to two people who have accompanied others seeking to leave, you'll find a way to return home."Toshia looked like she was ready to head off immediately, but a couple of concerns occurred to Don. He said, "I'm troubled by something: how can anyone here know that people return home safely? And, now that I'm saying that, how did the Scholar know that time moves differently here in Eros? It doesn't seem to make sense that we could know these things unless someone has been able to return home and then come back.""Very good, Don," Charlotte nodded, and Don found himself thinking that she must have been a teacher back on Earth. She explained, "There seems to be a way to go back and forth between Eros and Earth more or less at will. One of the more enterprising people who have visited the Abbey several times, a Stephanie Ayers, found someone with this ability and talked to him at great length. She then tracked down two more people, and in doing so was able to confirm these rumors and suppositions.""How are they able to do it?" Don asked intently."Stephanie says they have 'magic rings' that allow them to 'decide' to wake up in either Eros or Earth; or, should that be 'on'?""Where do they get those rings, and what do they look like?""I cannot answer the first, Don, but apparently they are simple rings of a shiny black material, something like hematite."Don sat back in his chair. That sounds familiar! After a moment of reflection, he smiled broadly and said, "I think I've seen someone with one of those, and I'm pretty sure I can find her again."Charlotte gave Don a long look and said, "I can guess what you have in mind, Don, but I should warn you that these ring people are not only very possessive of their rings, but also very evasive about how they came to acquire them. Stephanie hasn't been able to get any useful information so far, and she's been at this a while."Toshia brought the discussion back to the main topic with, "I wanted to ask another question – our flying carpet stopped working and several hundred kilometers is a long way – do you know of any way to make the trip quicker?""Well, yes," Charlotte answered, "I would take the riverboat.""The riverboat?""Yes, there's a riverboat that goes from the Resort down to the city on the coast, Rendezvous, and back. You might have to wait for it sometime, it doesn't keep to a schedule very well, but it docks just outside of the Resort, through the gate opposite the one you used to come here.""Wait," Don cut in, "there's a city?""Well, it's a town, really, but it's the biggest one in Eros as far as I know."This prompted what felt like a dozen questions in Don's mind, starting with those of economics. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with the weirdness of how Eros worked."Thank you for your time, Charlotte," Toshia was saying.Although Don wanted to interject with, "Are we leaving already?" he realized how important it was for Toshia to stay on the task of returning to Sarah, so he set aside the questions he was dying to ask and stood, saying, "Thank you very much." Nicole followed suit.The Sage stood up as well, and said, "If you decide to stay longer in Eros, please feel welcome to return to the Abbey anytime."Don smiled warmly at this suggestion, and thought it was a bit odd that he was leaving this attractive, intelligent woman without having had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring her. Eros had definitely altered his way of thinking.At the foot of the winding staircase, Wei met them with one of his smiles and their clothing. Once they had changed, Wei led them back to the entrance-exit. The other "monks" seemed particularly scarce. Similarly, the huge guardian of the bridge was nowhere to be seen as they crossed it.Toshia set the pace down the trail for the Resort. She was clearly in a hurry to get on the road, or river, as the case may be, to this Grotto of Ishtar. Don kept up with her easily, but also kept an eye on Nicole, who didn't walk as fast as Don and Toshia even when they weren't hurrying. He could tell that something was troubling the pretty young woman, but his own mind was still bustling with too many questions for him to ask her what was on her mind. Still, he wasn't surprised when, as they came around the last corner and saw the Resort's gate ahead, Nicole asked them to stop for a moment."I thought I should tell you this before we found the others," Nicole said, taking a moment to sit down on a nearby rock."What is it?" Toshia said with obvious and honest concern."I'm not going back," Nicole said. "Well, not yet. I'm going to wait until I'm tired of this place. I don't really have anybody back home to hurry back to, Toshia, and I fucking love it here. I'd come along to make sure you get to the Grotto safely, but it sounds like you and Don will be able to do that without me. I don't think you'll be able to shake Shelonda anyway, but you might want to consider leaving Victor and Amy here at the Resort. You know the rest of Eros isn't so nice and friendly, and this place is safe."Don smiled at Nicole and said, "It's been great having you along with us for this long.""If they're right about time, we'll all wake up 'tomorrow' and email each other," Nicole smiled with a bit of sadness. "Well, allowing for the date difference, that is. You better come visit me, Professor."Don laughed, and said, "Of course! I'm already looking forward to it.""You can come stay with us in Florida," Toshia smiled. Don could see a tear in her eye.He decided to make things a bit easier on them all by changing the subject, "You know, she has a good point about the others."Toshia seemed to fasten upon this line of thought, saying, "Well, Shelonda's going to be very hurt if we don't allow her to come with us, I think.""I'm not sure we're in any position to allow or disallow her, actually," Don said."True," Toshia nodded. "So, the most we can do is encourage her to stay here. Probably that's the most we can do for all of them.""We could suggest that they need to stay here to keep an eye on Nicole," Don mused.Nicole laughed, and said, "Oh, I'm sure I'll be quite alright here.""And, what happens if Nicole does eventually get tired of this place and goes missing?" Don nodded. "Do people who don't remember their past lives do that? Damn, I should have thought of asking that earlier."

Hana shines and Aya rises.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.“It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it.”My equilibrium decided to cut me some slack and not invoke the reflexive vomiting. "It is only me, Hana, Imogen, Deidre, Mom, Buffy, hi Juanita," I hadn't spotted my designated bodyguard standing behind Chaz."Don't talk to me right now," she seethed. "I'm furious with you." Yep, she was the Caribbean Buffy."Perhaps she's pissed about the five extra Illuminati bodyguards added to the regular two around Hana plus the two circling Ghost Tigers having not a fucking clue what those other armed parties are doing in Hana's company," Pamela joked. She could. Everyone else was giving me crap about my social gaff."Hey now. This meeting is important. Imogen and I are going to have a child," I enlightened them. The door chimed open and we piled in with two Amazons whose 'fresh' look indicated a use of the showers within the past ten minutes."You consistently maintain particularly low standards," Chaz dryly remarked."I sent her here for a check-up and that gave Buffy a chance to meet Mom, Deidre and Imogen, plus two unarmed bodyguards," I kept bailing out the Titanic."Chaz, I am happy we aren't going to miss this one (lunch)," Pamela smiled at her two grandsons."Cáel, are you going to tell your fiancée you've impregnated your aunt?" Chaz was back to being mildly sympathetic to my 'totally fucked-up' life."Yes. I figured Buffy shooting death rays at me from her eyes will garner me enough confusion to get the words out of my mouth without her throwing her drink in my face, slapping me, then storming out," I envisioned.I got no more shit until I reached the garage for my vehicle. There an armed FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox (did you know when a Federal Agent adds 'Special' to their title it means they have a gun?) stood next to my chariot. She'd drawn the short straw, meaning she had been given the chore of driving today.I found myself wondering when Yasmin would finally finish her orientation. Her training involved some serious mental challenges including a crash course from the FBI at Quantico concerning modern judicial theory & practice as well as whatever pre-Iron Age jurisprudence the Host practiced.Javiera promised me (and Katrina) that she would not-so-subtly remind those scholastically-groomed legal minds that a (couldn't use the word 'Amazon') legal code they followed had existed, with minor tweaking, as a successful social instrument for over 3,000 years. If they truly behaved in a respectful manner, the owners of the code might even show those people the Codex on the original horse-skin, written in Hittite cuneiform.Anyway, everyone assumed I had a good reason for heading to my apartment (aka need to retrieve a sleepy Odette.) Had I repeated 'the Bitch stole my fortune cookies', they might have simply taken me to an Asian-inclined grocery store. As we hit the second story landing, Chaz in the lead, we heard a passel of folks come down toward us from the fourth level.I didn't think there were that many people on the entire floor. Chaz and Pamela each went for their holstered pistol, while keeping them hidden in their jackets. Wiesława, who went for her PDW, backed up so she could fire through the stairs from beneath.Juanita, bless her heart, and Virginia had remained in the S U V because sending in more people would have left us piled into one another. If a firefight did break out, Juanita could bring in some serious hardware to back us up while Virginia called the appropriate authorities before rushing in herself.Around the corner on the third floor landing came a number of women, early/mid-twenties, physically fit, foreign clothes and downcast expressions. A few looked like they were about to cry. They were all in shirts and jeans, with no obvious weapons. Not looking lethal didn't ratchet down Chaz's vigilance. Me? I was instantly reminded how much sex I had been missing."Prince Cáel! You are alive!" spilled out of the first one, a fiery red-head with a billowing, thick mane, porcelain skin and adorable freckles. Her Irish brogue was enchanting. I had to wonder if she cried out in Gaelic during orgasm. Wasn't I about to meet my future bride plus numerous other love interests?She was fit, curvy and wearing an aqua shirt which exposed her midriff with a belly ring bearing a pearl drop, the requisite tattered skin-tight jeans and soft leather calf-boots."Why wouldn't I be alive?" I grinned, like a pirate discovering an all-girls school oceanographic classroom in need of plundering."How do total strangers know how unlikely it is that you would still be alive?" was Chaz's spin on things."We talked with your roommate. He said you had moved to Svalbard where you suffered an excruciating painful, yet richly deserved, death in a lemming stampede," she pouted, "and then the UN had your ashes exiled to Pluto because the Sun was too good for you."9, 10, 11 --12 of them looking, 3 with pale blonde hair that eerily reminded me of my fiancée, another red-head, two russet and five with deep, dark brown, or black hair. They were all fit, fit, fit! With an air of 'I graduated college only to discover: 1) no one was hiring Saline Soil Scientists, or 2) I no longer want to do any of the things I wanted to do when I picked this major. I was familiar with both types.Timothy would have been at work and Odette would have invited the troupe in to regale them with all sorts of tales, which would have included a tour of my bedroom. They clearly had missed Odette so, now I recalled; that particular excuse was one of the ten I had given the guy in 4B should anyone suspicious come calling.I imagine twelve hot, English-as-a-Second-Language girls might be considered, a bit odd. See, his was my address of record. I lied about my actual apartment, so random people who came looking for me went to him instead. This arrangement had been made prior to my understanding of the nature of my employment at Havenstone.I'd neglected, telling him to move out and go far, far away? Poor guy. I'd find a way to make it up to him later."Actually it was a southern vole immigration incident that was set off by the Bulgarian consulate offering repatriation for the first 10,000 applicants," I frowned, clearly traumatized by memory of the incident."These poor southern vole, native to the vacationer-friendly Black Sea resorts, were accidently introduced to the coldest inhabited place in the Northern hemisphere and they've been trying to get home ever since, that would be the equivalent of a century and a half in 'vole-years.""Despite the UN trying to quarantine any news of this Cricetidae catastrophe, I decided to evacuate the six most critically injured vole using a Bortolanza Pluto ultralight, which he must have confused with the UN sending my ashes to Pluto," I explained.Mind you, the 'southern' voles are native to, among other places, Norway, the owner of Svalbard. They were also native to the Bulgarian Black Sea coast so, The Pluto ultra-light, once built in Italy, is now called the 'Puma' and made in Canada, has a maximum range of 675 km, which would leave me crash landing into the Barents Sea, 260 km north of the northernmost airport in Norway, rendering me and my voles so much frozen food."You are an animal rights activist too?" several of the girls gasped. Yes. Yes I was. I was an animal and I was all for me having rights."Please, don't tell anyone about this," I grew serious. "I don't want my philanthropic efforts to be publicized. What I do, I do for the Earth's endangered ecosystems because it is what everyone should do, not because we suddenly feel bad about neglecting it.""E haere koe ki te whai kia nui ai," Pamela snorted. I'd ask her why she knew Maori later, right after I figured why Grandpa knew it."Ko toku mahere whānui," I replied. The girls looked confused."I'm also trying to revitalize endangered languages and revive dead ones. It is more of a hobby than life pursuit," I informed them."You really are a modern-day noble warrior-poet," the red-head leader sighed."Nah. I'm just a guy," I shrugged. "Besides, Ba ch ir fear a bheith ar eolas ag a gn omhais, n  a oidhreacht." (A man should be known by his deeds, not his heritage)."Sa ch s go bhfuil misneach, t  s il agam," she replied using my 'family' motto."Jos on jalot on toivoa,", "Ahol van b tors ga, van rem ny," and "cesaret olduğu yerde umut vardır," all followed. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope' in Finnish, Hungarian and Turkish. I got the sneaking feeling this wasn't a college field trip gone awry. These chicks were coming at me with a purpose that included more than sexual gratification and a kiss good-bye. Ugh."Thank you," I genuflected, paying honor to their reciting of my personal vow. "Anyway, you appear to be looking for me, but I am afraid I don't know any of you. Taking into account that I have a late lunch date with my fiancée in a half-hour and will be taking notes at a feminist convention at 8, what can I do for you?" I was establishing my escape plan."We have come here to join you," an assertive, dusky-skinned one smiled. I had to think about this. I was a bit tired. Taking all twelve of these girls on in one orgy was currently beyond me. I'd do eight tonight and the last four before breakfast tomorrow. Ah, happy thoughts of the Lacrosse Finals."What exactly do you plan to do with Mr. Nyilas?" Chaz interrupted."We are the (Irish) 'Na conairte soith an   S aghdha ar', (Hungarian) 'A szuka kuty kat Herceg Nyilas', (Turkish) 'Prens ok u Kaltak K pekleri' and (Finnish) 'Narttu koirista prinssi jousimies'," they chorused.Pamela snickered. All of those fancy sounding names were variations on 'the Bitch Hounds of Prince Archer/Nyilas (with the Irish going for O'Shea)."You want to be my bodyguards?" I gawked. Lacking lions, the Irish choice of the 'fur-balls of death' were hounds. Being women technically made them 'bitches'. I had to move fast. Any second now Wiesława was going to figure out these over-anxious non-Amazons were trying to replace her."You do realize I've left piles of dead bodies in my wake, right?" I nearly choked. Pamela slapped me on my back."Of course," they sounded so chipper. Fuck you Internet and 'First Person Shooter' games. This wasn't a fucking game! Trained combatants who joined my retinue met grisly ends and this was their freaking profession!"Can I think about it? I mean, do any of you have any combat experience at all? Attacked someone in anger? Send off a blistering instant message?""Some of us have (combat experience I was assuming). We won't let you down.""You do realize Ms. Dubois is going to kill them, don't you Sir?" Chaz sent me a chilling look."Ms. Dubois?", "who is that?" and "kill us?" floated around."Ms. Dubois is my blood-hungry ferret who wears a 'naughty berserker' human suit to trick the masses.""Three of us have military training," one of the Finns spoke up.By that they meant they had volunteered for military service in their native countries, then left after their first term because they found military life to be boring. On the 'plus' side, all but one had martial arts experience and six of the twelve had been a member of a Gun Club of some kind. Yep, Buffy was going to kill them, all twelve at once by herself."I'll make you a deal," I offered. Chaz was giving me his 'I'm a stone yet clearly unhappy with you' face. "At 7:15 tonight, you will show up at Havenstone. I will sign you in, we'll go upstairs to one of the gyms and then warm up for fifteen minutes. When you are ready, or 7:30 rolls around, we are going to the sparing mats. If I lose, you can stay. If you lose, you will write this off as one of a legion of ideas that look good in print yet are foolish in practice. Do you accept?""How many of us do you have to beat for us to join with you and your Crusade?" the lead Irishwoman asked."All of you. I will fight you all at once. The mat space is quite extensive.""You mean all twelve of us against you at the same time?" one of the Turks blinked in disbelief."Yes. I am not disrespecting you, any of you. You've shown initiative, courage and a spirit of adventure. I found all three to be both admirable and worthy of reward (i.e. I will gladly have sex with you). What I am also telling you is of the three people with me, the only one I can most likely defeat in single combat is her," I motioned to Wiesława, "and I'm only saying that because she is 19 and relatively new to the art of killing."Their eyes flickered to Pamela. Chaz was scary without even trying. Pamela could be threatening, or appear harmless, as she wished."Chaz is a professional military man from a long line of diligent warriors and in a branch of service that requires close contact with hostile individuals, teams, tribes, clans and nations.""The woman behind me is much, much worse. I've met precisely three people who could possibly kill her and I killed one of them. Would you agree, Chaz?""Absolutely," he concurred."We know who you two are," a Finn spoke up. She had a dazzling smile and cleavage that had to obscure her toes when she stood."You do?" Pamela played nice. For once, it was technology biting her in the ass, not me. Yay?"You are Rhingyll lliw Siarl Yfory," the Irish lass looked at Chaz. That was Welsh, and meant Color Sergeant Charles Tomorrow, I imagined his superiors in the British military weren't going to be happy with any of us, him being a 'secret military operator', emphasis on the 'secret'."And you are Sverkhsekretnykh Shpiona Vsemed Svaya," the Turkish girl pointed at Pamela. Pamela snorted. In Russian that meant 'Super-secret Spy Pamela Pile'. Since Pamela in Russia was pronounced 'Pamela' they had gone back to the origin of the name of Pamela, a fictitious 17th English novelist creation using mangled Hellenic, which translated as 'all-honey'.'All-honey' in Russian was Vsemed. Pamela snickered. Oh yeah, those twelve had combed through millions of articles and pictures to figure out who Chaz was and who Pamela claimed to be. Actually, one of my Hungarian admires back when we were all in Eastern Europe had suggested Pamela was a remorseful ex-SMERSH agent turned Princely-sidekick. Pamela jabbed me, the unspoken 'sidekick' thing.(For those who don't know, in Russian SMERSH loosely means 'Death to Spies', it really existed from 1943 to 1946 and was resurrected by Ian Fleming as a foil for James Bond.)"Chaz, since Cáel is, without a doubt, already having a stupendously wretched day, we must insist he inform Addison of all three of these developments, in person. I want to see the look on her face," Pamela plotted with the man who had thrown himself between me and an explosive vest, probably out of some psychic impulse that I would suffer far, far worse later, like in today, within less than 24 hours of said act."Why am I here again today?" I lowered my head and groaned."Are you okay?" a dozen innocent voices cried out."We are here to pick up Odette," Wiesława reminded me."Oh yeah, fortune cookies," I mumbled."Is 'Fortune Cookie' a nickname for one of your other operatives? Many of them are real enigmas. We can't find out anything about her," one of the Hungarians said. Yeah, because SD doesn't have a Facebook page, or Twitter account. Odette, she was protected by a completely unremarkable lifestyle, but I had a feeling that was fading fast."Excuse us," I asserted myself. "I need to get something on the third floor. Chaz began pushing forward while Pamela had my back."What are you doing?" to me and "Hey, is that a gun?" to Chaz, then Wiesława. Pamela was too sneaky to get caught."I'm here to pick up Agent Fortune Cookie then head out to a meeting with some really shady characters and my fiancée," I informed them."Agent Fortune Cookie," Chaz mused. "She's going to love that,""And then," Pamela continued."She is going to want a gun," I groaned.Oh goddess! No! Chaz had joined Pamela and my 'group think'."No, I have not," Chaz corrected me, about my mental ruminations."I've been coaching him," Pamela faux-consoled me. As my new prospective bodyguards parted for my current bodyguards,"Do you have psychic powers?" "Where is your android?" and "Is it true you can have sex up to ten times a day?""Yes, but we can't talk about it," then, "Which one? We have six models," and finishing up with, "Yes, I can have sex up to ten times a day with each session lasting at least an hour, though I do need breaks for food, drink, quiet romantic conversations and showers, cause shower-sex is so damn fun."While they mulled that over, I unlocked my door in time to see a nicely-dressed (as if she was about to go out on an expensive lunch date) Odette spring off the sofa. Looking at the crowd behind me, she blessed me with an incredibly happy smile."Oh cool! Do we really have enough time for an orgy?"I wanted to cry.(A Family FUNction, minus the 'fun' part)My fiancée giving me a congenial and contented look. Good.My fuck-buddy/friend Libra giving me a salacious 'you and me are going to hook up soon' smile while dressed in a red, 'business suite/slinky number' combo with a plunging neckline. I put her invite on my mental day-planner. Fellas, if you can't keep it in your mind, forget about it. Print equals pain, believe me.Brooke had joined the lunch group, sharing a smile and wink with Libra with the secret agreement for a three-way. Sweet! I could do this, hmm, lunch break Friday, yum-yum-yum. She was wearing a beige business suit with slacks, minus the shirt. Only her cunningly cut jacket kept her goodies from exposure.Hana was a saint for putting up with those two, and me.Buffy was studying me with the clear desire to put me in a dog cage for the rest of the week. Technically she had to produce my body for work Monday. As for the hot, sweaty, intense Brooke-Libra-Cáel m nage   trois, Buffy was reading the undercurrents and setting up a breakwater. At least her attire suggested well-paid, successful international assassin. I wondered if I had paid for her clothing as well. I'd given Chaz's wardrobe a serious upgrade courtesy of Pamela faking my signature.The gathering was rounded out by Mom, Imogen and Deirdre. Thank God they all had different hair styles and forms of dress. Mom was in 'casual-durable' attire, Imogen was going with the military-chic and Deirdre's get up was in the same style as Hana.I was pleasantly pleased that Hana had reserved two adjacent tables for what she assumed would be my support network, Pamela, Odette, Chaz, Wiesława and Juanita, plus Imogen's five and her (Hana's) two Illuminati minders. That made me squeezing my twelve newest over-eager admirers into the mix doable, if not comfortable. Better yet, none of the new girls was dressed for a restaurant this exclusive.Hana was quietly amused. Buffy was volcanic. Thankfully she was being a volcano on the mid-Atlantic ocean ridge ~ submerged."Chaz, Pamela, explain," Buffy seethed."I don't work for you," Pamela playfully bantered back, "Sweet-Cheeks.""They are part of a clandestine operation to provide cooperation and assistance from the European Union," I offered up in such a sincere manner. I almost had them. Buffy looked to Chaz who opted to channeled his 'inner- Cáel'."I can neither confirm nor deny their status as operators from four European nations," he nodded.Buffy forked a helpless appetizer shrimp then catapulted at one of my Finns, I thought it was Oili. It bounced off her bosom. She couldn't even claim to not have seen it coming."What?" Oili gasped."Operatives?" Buffy sizzled at me."Prince Cáel," Flannery asked, "why did that strange woman throw a, shrimp at Oili?""It was a hand-eye coordination test," Odette informed her. "Had Oili been a real spy, you would have snatched up a nearby napkin, deflect the item with the napkin and all while drawing down on her. It is what they do all the time. It is pretty neat to watch.""Why use a napkin?" Oili asked Odette while eyeing Buffy in case another decapod was coming her way."You use a napkin because the shrimp might have a contact poison on it," Odette rolled her eyes. "Buffy used a fork to flip it at you. She didn't use her hands, so the possibility existed." Pamela gave Odette an 'atta girl' high five."Prince Cáel?" Brooke giggled. "What have you been up to?""Okay. I got this. Ladies, may I introduce Annikki, Belgin, Berit, Flannery, Gizi, Ilkay, Kato, Neve, Nuray, Oili, Pirkko and Zsuzsi. These fine women have decided to put their productive lives on hold so they can be my bodyguards," I made the introductions."They have volunteered to be, basically the 'Hounds of Prince O'Shea/Nyilas/Archer'. My Hounds, please let me introduce Hana, my fiancée, Brooke, my close friend, Libra, a sweet & sincere childhood acquaintance, my Mother, Sibeal, my O'Shea aunts, Deidre & Imogen and Kalmarasērmi Buffy."Despite the absurdity of the situation and my clear irresponsibility, Buffy let a smile crease her frown. 'Kalmarasērmi' was my term for her in the Amazon language = my Mountaintop."I will volunteer my facilities to train them," Aunt Imogen offered me drolly. She was the primary trainer for all O'Shea guardians/Special Forces."Train us?" a half dozen voices murmured."Yes Child. I am Imogen O'Shea, Cáel is the greatest treasure in my life and I have serious doubts any of you can be anything more than distracting bullet-catchers for my favorite (and only) nephew. It annoys me to think you are yet another walking advertisement showing him to be both big-hearted and soft-headed.""I will offer prayers upon the mounds of my ancestors (lie, her only 'ancestor' refused to stay buried) for Cáel's safety. You should invoke whatever supernatural entity you place faith in to keep Cáel safe as well, because if he gets so much as a scratch defending any one of you, I will exercise my nearly endless knowledge of human pain to make you pay.""Is she Ms. Dubois?" Flannery asked Odette."That would be me," Buffy showered fury their way."Do you really want to kill us?" Neve tried to stare Buffy down."Until ten seconds ago, Yes. Now I want to hand you over to these two," she motioned to Deidre and Imogen with her fork."Prince Cáel, why are they all so hostile?" Flannery requested understanding from me. "We have come here to help you. We have skills. All we are asking if for a chance to prove ourselves to you.""To Us," Buffy snapped. "Cáel's vote doesn't count.""Chill, Buffy," I snapped back. "I'm dealing with this, and your lack of trust is pissing me off.""Buffy," Hana intervened. She placed a hand on Buffy's thigh out of sight, yet not outside of my notice. "When was the last time Cáel failed to take your advice on something life-critical? These young ladies appear to be honest and diligent. If not, Pamela and the Color Sergeant wouldn't have let them come here, or near Odette."If I dated dumber women I would have less explaining (lying) to do, but I'd miss the challenge both inside and outside the bedroom. Hana's deft touch and gentle words calmed Buffy more than anything (outside of a righteous cocking) I could have accomplished. I was suddenly seized with the realization there was a goodly number of Katrina's positive attributes in Hana. How had I missed it?"Marrying you is going to be Hana's first step toward mortal beatification," Brooke teased me. Normally only dead people were made saints."A Servant of, probably not Jehovah. I think everyone at the table can agree she has interacted with supernatural forces," Sibeal hid her joking well."Martyring her hopes of monogamy?" Deidre's fey gaze flickered over the women of note (the women at the main table)."Her Heroic Virtue is Prudence?" Buffy added. Buffy had been Catholic?"Ladies, I'm Lutheran. We don't normally venerate saints. Joking aside, I was given a reason to believe this lunch date was important on a social level between myself and my fianc . Food would be nice too."Brooke and Libra's presence regulated Pamela and Chaz to an adjacent table. A waiter slipped in, took my order, I decided to forgo an appetizer because I was late, then the conversation began."Hana, this is my Mother, Sibeal Nyilas. Imogen and Deidre are my family from Ireland," I made the introductions, most definitely unnecessarily. I was buying time to get a better read on the women around me."I know," Hana showered me with mature compassion."Get to it, damn you," Buffy huffed."Wow, I'm thinking of the best way to tell you this," I barely could meet Hana's eyes."I am pregnant with your fianc 's child," Imogen cut to the chase. What she said was delivered on purpose. Imogen wasn't as socially maladjusted as Rachel. The fewer women in my life, the easier the O'Shea would have roping me in. Imogen's words were meant to hurt Hana and drive a wedge between us."You too?" Hana's sad eyes studied Imogen. She hid her anger-disappointment-disgust well. In this crowd her efforts to obfuscate her feeling only worked on Libra and Brooke. Those two ladies were less astute at concealing their surprise."She's your aunt, right?" Libra's look settled on me instead of a blatant Imogen, or a pained Hana."No," Mom answered for me. "My sisters and I were born sterile. It is impossible that our paternal heritage has been passed along. Whatever Imogen's maternal contribution was, it is not from our DNA. My sister does have a child inside her, Havenstone verified it and will have the precise genetic make-up within 24 hours," she persisted (lying)."If Cáel has a failing, it is that he was seduced by my sisters who played upon his very confusing Mother-Son relationship. I faked my death when he was seven. I 'died' in a quite painful manner and he had to watch helplessly as he witnessed me wasting away. I did such a horrible thing to a young boy because the people who were hunting me down, the two O'Shea before you and the nine who aren't here, would have used numerous means of torture to verify my death."(Until they realized 'what' I was. Then my imprisonment would have begun)"My wonderful husband would have died without giving them the truth. It was too much to ask of our son. For fifteen years he believed me dead. He learned the truth at his Father's funeral. I believe every woman at this table knows my son doesn't handle emotional pain well.""Imogen's statement was a thinly-veiled stab at Hana's heart and a kick to my son's sense of responsibility to both Hana and his unborn child. How could this not hurt Hana? How could Cáel possibly respond, torn between the woman who has already sacrificed so much of her happiness for a man barely aware of his own maturity, and the woman bringing his child into the world?""Good one, Imogen. Those two are better than you, or I. By all means, make a mockery of my son, your nephew, who has pledged to fight for your life when he should clearly walk away and let the rest of you die. He asks nothing of you yet you feel no remorse at sullying his happiness.""There are ten good reasons for you getting up and walking out of here intact right now. There are six better reasons for making you pay for your cruelty," she threatened."Ten?" Brooke whispered."The sisters' five bodyguards, the two body guards they gifted me with, Deidre, Imogen and Cáel. You don't think he would let the woman bearing his child take a beating, do you Brooke?" Hana enlightened her."No.""The Six?" Libra scanned the room."My other two bodyguards won't act unless I am directly threatened. They won't be out to hurt anyone. If anyone tries to hurt me, they will jump straight to the making them dead option. The 'Six' are Buffy, Pamela, Chaz, Juanita, Special Agent Maddox and Sibeal.""We'd help," Libra insisted. Brooke was onboard with that proclamation."No," came forth from Hana, Mom and me."Brooke and Libra; you two, Odette, the other twelve and the wait staff will only confuse the issue. My sisters and their soldiers will use you and the rest to distract Cáel. Except for Ms. Maddox, the rest won't give a fuck so your best bet is to hit the deck and let the professionals deal with things," Mom clarified."Brooke, Libra, this is a wacko chicks with guns moment," I put things in perspective."Hana?" Libra put a hand on Hana's shoulder."Don't mind me," she patted Libra's hand. "I'm diving for cover and not getting up until you, Brooke, Cáel, or Buffy tell me to get up. Sorry Sibeal, but I don't know you that well yet.""I understand," Mom agreed.To punctuate the awkwardness of the moment, Aisha (the Arabic swimsuit model) and three other SD ladies waltzed into the place and took a table. When the maytre dee tried to impede them, Aisha threatened to exterminate his entire extended family with a look alone. Been there, done that, and the maytre dee was nowhere close to being in my league.I had to think that through. Had Buffy called them, the SD would have been here before I arrived. Pamela was a possibility, except the SD still hated her over Constanza's maiming. If she told them my life 'was' in danger, they would still show up. My life wasn't in danger and Pamela wouldn't yank their chain.It had to be Juanita. The head of my bodyguard telling Elsa that I was in an exposed position with 9 armed Illuminati would have elicited this level of response. Pamela prodded Odette. Odette had a 'what do you want me to do' non-verbal exchange with Pamela then got up and went over to Aisha.Odette even remembered to navigate the room in such a manner Aisha and her team could keep an uninterrupted view of the threat. Pamela and Chaz's lessons were paying off. They weren't training her in the lethal arts. They were showing her how to not be an obstacle, which was better, given our current circumstances."Hana, don't hate Imogen. The only parent she's ever known was Granddad," I returned my attention to the crisis at hand."Oh, I'm sorry," Hana sent sympathetic waves Imogen's way. If there was a hint of 'you bitch' hidden within those words, none of us would admit it."Yes, yes," Imogen smiled back. "Father was a real troll.""That's not true," Hana responded. "I've met him and he has always been very nice to me. It was easy for me to look past the nations of dead he's murdered, his propensity to rape his daughters and his plans to destroy my Cáel.""I don't hold you to blame for not protecting Cáel more than you have. He's a handful and reminds you of your Father, the mass-murdering rapist. And Imogen, don't try to hurt Cáel using me again, you Bitch. I'm not a part of your circus. That doesn't render me powerless. I love more than I hate. I count a person great by the lives they save, not those they take. Where there is Valor, there is Hope and my fianc  has both in spades. Do we understand one another?""Proving you are smarter than Ms. Sievert is not something which equates to being a threat," Deidre countered."Cáel, why aren't you saying something?" Brooke whispered to me."Because he knows better," Mom grinned. "This is a battle Hana has to win, or lose, on her own.""Cáel has plenty of women willing to go behind his back and kill people, Brooke. Now, if Hana asks for such a favor, we know it is not over some petty bullshit," rolled menacingly forth from Buffy as her feral countenance made a few of the Illuminati at the next table nervous."That won't be necessary," I broke up the tension. "We are as dysfunctional a family as they come, but we are family and we will all treat one another as such by the standards of the only one who matters. Clear?""You?" Deidre soothed me."No. Ferko Nyilas', my Father and the best man I've ever known. He taught me to never make excuses for your own behavior. Surrendering our control over our lives is a cop-out. If you want to continue acting like the creepy-ass bitch daughters of Cáel O'Shea, so be it. That is your choice to make. I care for you.""I care enough for you to fight Granddad over your futures. I hope all of you know I mean what I say. Whatever you decide to do, no matter how you act, I will always love you. I've made my choices and I am going to hold you responsible for yours. Let's eat lunch. It has been a rough fucking day and it isn't over yet."If there was ever any doubt, I destroyed those twelve hopeful bodyguards on the mats. They possessed neither the skill nor the savagery necessary in a warrior culture. We Amazons didn't recoil from pain. Our sisters' lives were on the line. That was why you practiced no-holds-barred fighting with, or without, weapons."We can learn," the lead Finn protested. The rest were getting over the physical and spiritual pain of being so easily beaten."My normal bodyguards go through three years of intense 24/7 training. Being a member of that elite body means you train in all forms of weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat techniques.""Once you've mastered the core physical and skill baseline requirements, and this core training never stops, no point is considered 'good enough', you begin learning at least two specialties. Those are disciplines such as close-protection, sniping, small unit tactics, infiltration, battlefield medicine, electronics, computing, communication systems, linguistics and 'training' expertise.""In my current team, the ones who fought at my side in Hungry and Romania, all have three specialties. Discounting their regimen since the age of five, each had been on the job in a professional capacity at least six years. The leader had eleven years in.""Finally, when you are at that level of excellence, you need a specific mindset. What you need to do is think why you shouldn't kill someone, not if you should. If there is any doubt, you strike. If you hesitate, someone close to you might be killed, not just me.""Look around you. If you aren't ready to kill for any of your companions, you will never cut it. Now, I'm going to have you shown out. I will have taxis take you back to your hotel. Think about it. Seriously, think about dedicating yourself to more than some stranger you've met on the internet.""You will be dedicating yourself to the other elven women in your group, to the death. That is the level of spiritual dedication it takes to be at my side. Go, take a rest, talk it over, search your souls. Call me if any of you want to continue and we can have lunch Sunday and make plans. Questions?""Do the other women around you do this, make those choices?" one of the Turkish women frowned while nursing a bruised jaw."No. They have it worse. They have thrown their old lives away, never to return. Each and every one has either murdered a human being, or attempted to, before they are even considered for the task.""Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't be having his conversation. You would never be given the chance. You are woefully unqualified in every way except spirit. Your willingness to cross the Atlantic to make your offers resonates with me, so I am both warning you this is horrible, horrible path you are taking and I am explaining precisely how slender any of your chances are of accomplishing your goals.""I, I don't know," whispered one of the Hungarian lasses."At the Seven Skulls, I led three such women into combat (Rachel, Charlotte and Saku) against a group of warriors who were fighting free of 500 elite Romanian Mountain Troops. Of the Romanians, nearly 200 were either dead, or wounded. The FBI Special Agent we took with us was badly wounded."One of the three was killed, a head shot, and the remainder left her body where she had fallen because the enemy were still out there and they had to protect me. The world will not bend to your sensitivities. Life around me is exceedingly dangerous and unforgiving," I finished.No immediate consensus united them. Fear and disbelief were the major vibes I was picking up. None of them were angry, insulted, or overly terrified."Time for you to go," Buffy concluded our meeting. "Tigger Maeve and Dora Farānak, would you please see Cáel's guests to the lobby." A new pleasure of Buffy's was using the House names of the Full-bloods she interacted with.I have taken a few mystic liberties:Maeve was a Celtic War Goddess ~ the Enslaver of Men.Farānak was a Scythian Goddess also known as the Lynx Goddess and the Silent Huntress.As for the other new hires:Daphne was, as explained earlier, of House Cotyttia (Thracian Goddess of Sex, War and Slaughter)Fabiola was of House Minerva (Roman Goddess of War & Strategy)Violet Maza was in House Oshun, the Yoruba Goddess of Love, Sexuality, Beauty and Diplomacy; Lady of the Orisha ~ life spirits.Paula Wadena was of House Cybele (Phrygian Earth Mother, Guardian of the Lion Throne)}They were dismissed and smart enough to know that was the best possible answer to their current predicament, learning your romantic adventure was actually a gory supernatural battle for survival. A growing number of Isharans had been gathering while I dealt with the wannabes. A few were amused, perhaps even understanding, of my actions.Soon enough, using her position as Record Keeper of House Ishara, Helena cajoled the other Amazons into giving us peace and quiet. Not all left. Watching a jury-rigged House Ishara work through its business in a semi-public setting was an event both unlooked for and possibly enlightening.For this gathering, we had 122 of the 159 members. The missing members were not close enough, or were providing a critical function that wouldn't allow them to be in New York on this night."Sisters, a moment of personal prayer for each of us to seek guidance from our Ancestors as we seek to continue their legacy," I intoned softly, calling the meeting to order.I had barely opened my eyes, failing to get any inspiration from Yakko, when the struggle began."Why are we including them in a House Ishara meeting?" Madori pointed out the three 'new hires' who were sticking around."Memasant (Amazon for to speak true)," I answered her. Since Daphne, Paula and Violet had clearly been sitting among us before the meeting began, I gave Buffy a disappointing frown. "Ishara respects these three for teaching the rest of you the Amazon language so that we can teach it to others, thus all of you becoming able to engage all our sisters in our native tongue.""I doubt any other House would extend this honor to others. Thankfully, we are not like any other House. We know better. We have all been outsiders. We aren't a 'normal' House and I am working toward us never being one. We have to be kind and just when necessary, and forgive when it is what the Host needs.""We will do this because we Isharans alone will decide on the prestige of our sisters. If the other Houses make an issue of it, who cares? None of them have made the sacrifices necessary to be Isharans. I know that you have not all gathered here tonight to hear me pontificate. Who wants to be first?""Will you accept a challenge?" Madori stood up. We had spread out in a ring, two Amazons deep, along the edges of the mats. I had never sat down."Put forth your complaint," I responded."You emphasize duties other than that of a House Head. You don't take the time to show up at initiation ceremonies. In essence, you ignore your sisters to advance your own prestige.""Yes, I am not showing up at the initiation ceremonies.""Yes, I prioritize other activities over running the day-to-day operations of our House.""Yes, you are utterly ignoring the two Amazons sitting at either side of me. I chose Buffy Ishara and Helena Ishara to lead this House because I knew I would have others issues coming up in my life concerning the Host.""Buffy, are you challenging me?""No, Wakko Ishara," she responded angrily. She wasn't angry with me. She had chosen the majority of the assembly and they were turning on me, thus her."Helena, are you challenging me?""No Wakko Ishara. I am intimately familiar with your work and the dangers you constantly confront for the greater Host," she answered in an equally hostile tone."Now that the issue of relevance has been dealt with, I will accept any challenge from any of you selfish, bigoted, power-hungry cunts who wish to put your own self-interest above that of our House. By all means, stumble over one another for the top spot," I mocked them. I'd played nice. No more.It was telling that my classification of any challenger was completely ignored. Madori and five supporters stood. In theory, challenges were the rare 1-on-1 Amazon experience. Another Amazon, Arianne, stood with another supporter."Cool beans," I nodded.I backed up, stepped off the mats and picked up the four axes I had pre-prepared. Back on the mat I went past my handful of supporters, brandished two weapons and advanced a quarter way onto the sparring area. The mass of my opponents muttered in confusion and resentment."Ishara, we have not trained in archaic weapons. Most of our facilities never had then," Madori protested."Amazons don't play fair," I glared. Several migrated to the walls to pick out whatever looked the least daunting. Buffy, Helena, Marsha, Daphne Cotyttia, Violet Oshun and Paula Cybele did likewise."Is this how you want to answer a challenge for leadership?" Madori glowered. "Cheating, utilizing a clear advantage in a farce of equality and justice?""No. Please step back and call every member of JIKIT," my eyes narrowed. "How about this, call the Amazon's contact with the Earth & Sky? Can't do that either? How about convince the 9 Clans to help us pursue a House obligation?""You duties as Chief Diplomat are not that of Isharan House Head and actually make you less of a House Head," she countered. She had chosen a short spear, using it two-handed. And that made Katrina what precisely?"I should fucking kill you," Buffy snarled."Madori Ishara, Dot-Ishara is not the Goddess of Scrabble. She is not the Goddess of," and Madori tried to catch me flat-footed with a spear-thrust. I was appalled at how easy I dealt with her. My right axe diverted her spear enough so when I twisted my stance, she missed. I placed the head of my left axe on her shoulder, blade against her throat."Madori, you lose. Sit back down and contemplate that you were beaten by a 22 year old man," I seethed. There was no 'you didn't give me a chance' bullshit. She had struggled for advancement in the Amazon way. Such people weren't crybabies. "Next."Arianne approached me with a shield and short sword. My read on the situation was she was going to use acrobatics to compensate for my superior reach. I readied myself."I don't suppose you would accept a suggestion we fight unarmed?" she put out there. I took two steps toward her then dropped my axes."I trust you," I looked down at her. I could see the 'oh, fuck me' written all over her face. The unfairness had been tossed in her lap. She put the point of her leaf-shaped blade under the left side of my ribcage, close to my kidney."Yield.""Never.""Yield, or I will kill you."I took a quarter-inch penetration when I clamped down on her right wrist and slammed my elbow into her face. A quick exchange of footwork ended up with both of us on the mat, Arianne on her back, sword pinned to the mat and her shield trapped between us. Head-butt followed head-butt until she was unresponsive.I stood up, blood oozing down my side."Water!" I barked. A bottled water was rolled my way. Three more Amazons were sizing me up. This challenge phase was far from over. I splashed water down on Arianne's face until she sputtered into wakefulness."Pathetic," I sneered at her. "This House is worth any and all of our lives. If you were the best candidate to lead this house and I refused to yield, then why did you spare me? Not only could you not kill me when you clearly could, you failed to do so even when it became an unequal contest of arms."Arianne was shamed and furious. I was treating her like a presumptuous, outsider woman."I'm feeling particularly generous in victory, Arianne, don't you dare stand up," I growled when she tried. "I will not kill you for your disrespect. I will not exile you from our House because doing so would show both of us failing to grasp one of the key principles of our People, learn. Learn and keep learning. A loss is nothing more than a temporary setback. Learn, don't repeat the same mistake twice and never stop striving for success until you take yourself to the cliffs."One of the two newes

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Join me for the most requested topic we have ever had!!! When you listen to episode 38, you'll access this information: -what a record keeper crystal is -how you can tell if you have one -and how to decode the information inside This is one of the most fascinating, awesome, absolutely rewarding things. This is so nourishing to me on a soul level - when I finally decode or get some of the information out of one of my crystals. It's a breakthrough. It's a moment of intimacy and revelation that makes my heart leap. It's one of my favorite things about stone medicine and crystal healing.

Christopher (Chris) Taylor is the Director of Client Support for USI Consulting Group. He is located in Madison, WI. Chris leads USICG's national provider search, fee benchmarking, and fee negotiation team in addition to providing investment analysis on equity strategies and supporting our sales team across the country. As a result, Chris has an in-depth understanding of the retirement services marketplace and significant experience across all plan types – including non-qualified solutions. In this episode, Eric and Chris discuss:Customizing scorecards to reflect objectivesCreating a great experience through high-quality service Providing the best value by evaluating pricing models Managing differences in the midst of transition Key Takeaways:Scorecards can be helpful but shouldn't be too rigid - they should be customized to reflect the plan's objectives and allow for flexibility and intangible factors.When evaluating record keepers, focus on service quality and employee experience, not just cost. Higher fees can be justified by better service and support. Cost is in fact an important consideration, but start with service considerations.Look at both per-head and asset-based pricing models when getting bids, as there may be anomalies or differences that provide better value.When changing record keepers, be prepared to manage differences among committee members and document the deliberative process to focus on participants' best interests.Experienced consultants add value to the recordkeeper search process based on their wealth of experience with many different clients across numerous recordkeeping platforms.“Strive to get past cost and really look at service.” - Christopher TaylorConnect with Christopher Taylor:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chris-taylor-7091541b9/ Connect with Eric Dyson: Website: https://90northllc.com/Phone: 940-248-4800Email: contact@90northllc.com LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/401kguy/ The information and content of this podcast is general in nature and is provided solely for educational and informational purposes. It is believed to be accurate and reliable as of the posting date but may be subject to changeIt is not intended to provide a specific recommendation for any type of product or service discussed in this presentation or to provide any warranties, investment advice, financial advice, tax, plan design or legal advice (unless otherwise specifically indicated). Please consult your own independent advisor as to any investment, tax, or legal statements made.The specific facts and circumstances of all qualified plans can vary and the information contained in this podcast may or may not apply to your individual circumstances or to your plan or client plan-specific circumstances.

In this episode we explore the power and mystery of Lemurian Seed Crystals and Record Keeper Quartz Crystals that are said to have encoded information stored within them! We discuss the mythical lost continent of Lemuria, the light-beings associated with it and their connection to Mt Shasta in California. We also cover ways we can connect with Lemurian energy for healing and spiritual awakening using attunement based energy healing courses like the Lemurian Facilitator & Seed Crystals Activations course that you can read about here: https://www.mayastar.net/lemurianfacilitatorcourse.htm In this episode we explore ways to harness the Law of Attraction through gratitude, affirmations and intention setting. We look at the energetic portal of Blue Moon frequencies that can help us to align with new possibilities in order to manifest our desires and progress the path to enlightenment. We also discuss a powerful energy healing system that works with the four Archangels and can provide us with daily spiritual practice that will enhance our manifesting rituals and help us to align with the abundance and blessings the Universe has in store. You can read more about the Archangelic Flames Attunement course here: ⁠https://www.mayastar.net/archangelicflames.htm ⁠ Enjoying Mayastar? There's much, much more! Explore over 100 attunement-based energy healing courses at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.mayastar.net⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ & enjoy my latest mystical musings at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.blog.mayastar.net⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

By BradentonLarry for Literotica -  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Charlotte, the Sage of Abby HillThe Sage & a Kind of Good-Bye“The Sage is ready to see you now,” said Wei, the tall Asian man who they had learned was the Abbot of the brown-robed monks – or the Order of Record Keepers, as they called themselves.Don gently urged Nicole to release his cock from her mouth and promised they would get back to playing soon. As he tied his grey robe about himself, Don saw that Toshia, who had been riding up and down on Alan’s lap only a moment before was also hurrying to make herself “presentable”. After waking up hours ago, and the following, almost routine, morning sex (Well, that’s definitely the right way to start the day, particularly when you wake up sandwiched between two naked, sexy women! Don thought to himself with a happy smile), they had had a bite of breakfast and been asked to wait until they were called for. While they learned a little bit more about the Order, most of the morning was spent in lazy sexual play. It was now shortly after midday, and at least two of them were quite eager to meet this person whom they had been awaiting, and had gone to such lengths to find.They followed Wei to the foot of a winding staircase and proceeded up. At the top, behind a modest door, they were admitted to a good sized study, complete with shelves filled with row upon row of books. Windows all around the room let bright sunlight in. There were a few comfortable chairs, and a nice desk, behind which, in a brown robe, sat a middle aged woman with thick, dark brown hair falling down around her shoulders. She was apparently reading the last page of a stack of typed material.Wei gestured to a set of chairs that had been drawn into a circle of four, and said, “Please, make yourself comfortable, she will be right with you.”Sure enough, right after he had closed the door behind himself but before they could get comfortable in their chairs, the woman looked up at them and smiled. “Hello,” she said as she stood up and came around the desk. “You’re obviously Don, and I’m guessing you’re Toshia and you’re Nicole.”“That’s right, and you’re ‘the Sage’?” Toshia asked.“That’s what they call me,” she smiled as she sat down in a high-backed chair.“I admit, I was expecting someone a bit … more wizened,” Don smiled.“Well, it’s really just a title, like 'the Crone’, though I suspect the similarities end about there. You can call me Charlotte if you prefer.”“Pleased to meet you, Charlotte,” Toshia said.“Likewise,” Charlotte smiled again. “I know you must have many questions, but let me just say, I’ve just finished reading your various reports, and I’ve enjoyed them very much. Our scribes are chosen for their skill at asking the right sorts of questions and their ability to flesh out the stories they’re given, but in this case they’ve had very good material to work with. The three of you have had some very interesting adventures. I particularly enjoyed reading about your encounter with the Bull, Toshia.”“So, everyone who comes here looking for you tells their story and you read it?” Nicole asked.“Yes, that’s right. I confess, my personal 'kink’ is to get off reading about, and sometimes watching, the exploits of others. I would have finished reading your reports earlier, but I had to keep stopping to masturbate.”“Wouldn’t it have been more efficient for us to just tell you directly?” Nicole asked with a twinkle in her eye that the Sage seemed to miss.“Well, yes, but there are two problems with that,” Charlotte answered. “One, we keep all the stories, as a record and a source of study…”“You could just have someone type it up as we told you,” Toshia pointed out.Charlotte nodded, “That’s quite true, but then the narrator would be bristling with questions for me, which would slow things down and cause all kinds of complications.”“Is that the second problem?” Don asked.“No, the second one is that there seems to be some benefit to having each person tell his or her own story, and then comparing them.”“How have our stories diverged?” Don wanted to know.“Well, I’ve only just read the three of them, and haven’t had hardly any time to think about them, but Don’s way of looking at your time here in Eros involves a lot of digressions and interconnections, while Toshia’s is more straight-forward. Nicole’s is actually rather journalistic.”Don could see that Nicole had half a mind to object to this, but he cut in with, “OK, but what’s the point of all this anyway?”Charlotte the Sage frowned slightly and said, “I assume you mean the record-keeping?”“Well, for now, yes.”“At some point, long ago, the first Sage decided that one way of trying to make sense of the whys and wherefores of Eros was to start recording the experiences of people who, like him, remembered their lives before waking up here.”“And, has it helped?” Toshia asked.“Well, it certainly makes for some stimulating reading,” Charlotte laughed. Then she added, “It definitely has served to build up some generalizations that seem to be helpful.”“Such as?” Don prodded.“Every single person who has come here, to this Abbey, and this goes back for 450 Erosian years, has spoken English rather fluently. Now, the only people who we interview are those who remember their lives prior to waking up here, but none of them has ever reported meeting anyone who doesn’t speak English. This suggests that either the people who don’t remember spoke English before they arrived here, were somehow rewired to speak English upon being brought over, or are native Erosians. This all seems to strongly suggest that whomever or whatever is responsible for selecting people for Eros speaks English, and that seems quite surprising and noteworthy to me.”“So, which is it, were they brought here or are they natives?” Nicole asked.“They were brought,” Don said quietly, remembering his and Toshia’s visit to the Library in the Manor.“Well, the evidence does suggest that,” Charlotte nodded. “They seem to have various personality traits and interests that wouldn’t make sense for native Erosians, for one thing.”“That’s what I was thinking,” Don added.“Also, some people have actually met people they recognized or even knew quite well from Earth, but who seemed to have no memory of that other life.”“That must have been bizarre,” Toshia said.“It has sometimes been … awkward, to say the least,” nodded Charlotte.“All of this is very interesting, but you mentioned whomever, or whatever, is selecting people from Earth – English speaking people from Earth,” Don said as he leaned forward. “Who or what is doing this, and why? What’s the point of it all?”Charlotte smiled again, “I honestly can’t say. I admit that the question puts me in a philosophical frame of mind. Imagine if I asked you what the point of it all was on Earth. Anyway, there are theories, of course. Some Sages have thought that we were being held prisoner here as lab rats, running countless experiments on human sexuality, others that there is some power, or powers, who feed off human eroticism, or who have lost the ability to generate it for themselves – the ultimate voyeurs. There seems no question that there’s some intelligence behind it, though.”“Why do you think so?” Toshia asked.“Well, it only selects people who are quite dissatisfied with their Earthly sex lives.” Charlotte held up her hand to forestall Toshia’s objection. “The fact that it is very hard to sort out exactly what counts as such dissatisfaction seems to lend weight to this consideration. No doubt, Toshia would hesitate to say that she was dissatisfied in any way with Sarah, but it seems clear from reading her story that she would hardly think of the sex life she was having before as being satisfying now. Almost every single person who has found his or her way here has thought that being brought to Eros was a wonderful gift, which has led some to speculate that this was some kind of heaven.”Don couldn’t resist scowling at this notion, and Charlotte noticed. “I don’t buy that either,” she said with a smile. “On the other hand, it’s the best afterlife I’ve ever heard of. Going back to the question of intelligence, one of the most telling bits of evidence is the two of you, Don and Toshia.”After taking a moment to scowl thoughtfully at this suggestion, Toshia asked, “What do you mean?”“As far as our records indicate, the two of you are unique. No pair of friends has ever woken up together like you have. Before you ask, I have absolutely no idea what that might mean. Perhaps it’s for the purposes of one of those psycho-sexual experiments.”There was a moment of silence before Don decided to ask, “What’s up with the black robed figures?”“The Watchers,” Charlotte nodded. “Another indication that there is some kind of intelligent process going on. After 450 years of accumulating data, there has never been anyone – anyone recorded, anyway – who has managed to talk to, or even catch hold of, one of those bastards. They watch for a bit; then, when you think you’re going to get your hands on one, they’re gone.”“Is it science or magic?” Toshia asked.“I’m inclined to follow Arthur C. Clarke on this one and say I don’t really know that there’s a difference in this context.”“There are so many questions,” Don muttered, shaking his head. “How many people remember their lives? What’s the distribution of their wheres and whens? Is there anything they all have in common besides being sexually frustrated?”“Is there a way to get home again?” Toshia asked resolutely.Charlotte, knowing this was the issue that had motivated them in seeking her out, turned to Toshia with a serious expression and said, “Yes, or so it would seem anyway. There are apparently at least two ways. The first is to become bored with life in Eros. It seems that when that happens you will simply go missing, and it’s presumed that you return to your Earthly life. As to the other, more proactive, way, the lake outside is the headwater of a river that runs several hundred kilometers to an ocean or a sea – we haven’t been able to get anyone to engage in any kind of systematic exploration. Along the coastline to the left of mouth of river…”“To the left facing the sea?” Don asked.“Yes,” Charlotte smiled again. “Go down the river, then turn left, and proceed along the coast, until you find a place called the Grotto of Ishtar, or just the Grotto. There, according to two people who have accompanied others seeking to leave, you’ll find a way to return home.”Toshia looked like she was ready to head off immediately, but a couple of concerns occurred to Don. He said, “I’m troubled by something: how can anyone here know that people return home safely? And, now that I’m saying that, how did the Scholar know that time moves differently here in Eros? It doesn’t seem to make sense that we could know these things unless someone has been able to return home and then come back.”“Very good, Don,” Charlotte nodded, and Don found himself thinking that she must have been a teacher back on Earth. She explained, “There seems to be a way to go back and forth between Eros and Earth more or less at will. One of the more enterprising people who have visited the Abbey several times, a Stephanie Ayers, found someone with this ability and talked to him at great length. She then tracked down two more people, and in doing so was able to confirm these rumors and suppositions.”“How are they able to do it?” Don asked intently.“Stephanie says they have 'magic rings’ that allow them to 'decide’ to wake up in either Eros or Earth; or, should that be 'on’?”“Where do they get those rings, and what do they look like?”“I cannot answer the first, Don, but apparently they are simple rings of a shiny black material, something like hematite.”Don sat back in his chair. That sounds familiar! After a moment of reflection, he smiled broadly and said, “I think I’ve seen someone with one of those, and I’m pretty sure I can find her again.”Charlotte gave Don a long look and said, “I can guess what you have in mind, Don, but I should warn you that these ring people are not only very possessive of their rings, but also very evasive about how they came to acquire them. Stephanie hasn’t been able to get any useful information so far, and she’s been at this a while.”Toshia brought the discussion back to the main topic with, “I wanted to ask another question – our flying carpet stopped working and several hundred kilometers is a long way – do you know of any way to make the trip quicker?”“Well, yes,” Charlotte answered, “I would take the riverboat.”“The riverboat?”“Yes, there’s a riverboat that goes from the Resort down to the city on the coast, Rendezvous, and back. You might have to wait for it sometime, it doesn’t keep to a schedule very well, but it docks just outside of the Resort, through the gate opposite the one you used to come here.”“Wait,” Don cut in, “there’s a city?”“Well, it’s a town, really, but it’s the biggest one in Eros as far as I know.”This prompted what felt like a dozen questions in Don’s mind, starting with those of economics. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with the weirdness of how Eros worked.“Thank you for your time, Charlotte,” Toshia was saying.Although Don wanted to interject with, “Are we leaving already?” he realized how important it was for Toshia to stay on the task of returning to Sarah, so he set aside the questions he was dying to ask and stood, saying, “Thank you very much.” Nicole followed suit.The Sage stood up as well, and said, “If you decide to stay longer in Eros, please feel welcome to return to the Abbey anytime.”Don smiled warmly at this suggestion, and thought it was a bit odd that he was leaving this attractive, intelligent woman without having had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring her. Eros had definitely altered his way of thinking.At the foot of the winding staircase, Wei met them with one of his smiles and their clothing. Once they had changed, Wei led them back to the entrance-exit. The other “monks” seemed particularly scarce. Similarly, the huge guardian of the bridge was nowhere to be seen as they crossed it.Toshia set the pace down the trail for the Resort. She was clearly in a hurry to get on the road, or river, as the case may be, to this Grotto of Ishtar. Don kept up with her easily, but also kept an eye on Nicole, who didn’t walk as fast as Don and Toshia even when they weren’t hurrying. He could tell that something was troubling the pretty young woman, but his own mind was still bustling with too many questions for him to ask her what was on her mind. Still, he wasn’t surprised when, as they came around the last corner and saw the Resort’s gate ahead, Nicole asked them to stop for a moment.“I thought I should tell you this before we found the others,” Nicole said, taking a moment to sit down on a nearby rock.“What is it?” Toshia said with obvious and honest concern.“I’m not going back,” Nicole said. “Well, not yet. I’m going to wait until I’m tired of this place. I don’t really have anybody back home to hurry back to, Toshia, and I fucking love it here. I’d come along to make sure you get to the Grotto safely, but it sounds like you and Don will be able to do that without me. I don’t think you’ll be able to shake Shelonda anyway, but you might want to consider leaving Victor and Amy here at the Resort. You know the rest of Eros isn’t so nice and friendly, and this place is safe.”Don smiled at Nicole and said, “It’s been great having you along with us for this long.”“If they’re right about time, we’ll all wake up 'tomorrow’ and email each other,” Nicole smiled with a bit of sadness. “Well, allowing for the date difference, that is. You better come visit me, Professor.”Don laughed, and said, “Of course! I’m already looking forward to it.”“You can come stay with us in Florida,” Toshia smiled. Don could see a tear in her eye.He decided to make things a bit easier on them all by changing the subject, “You know, she has a good point about the others.”Toshia seemed to fasten upon this line of thought, saying, “Well, Shelonda’s going to be very hurt if we don’t allow her to come with us, I think.”“I’m not sure we’re in any position to allow or disallow her, actually,” Don said.“True,” Toshia nodded. “So, the most we can do is encourage her to stay here. Probably that’s the most we can do for all of them.”“We could suggest that they need to stay here to keep an eye on Nicole,” Don mused.Nicole laughed, and said, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be quite alright here.”“And, what happens if Nicole does eventually get tired of this place and goes missing?” Don nodded. “Do people who don’t remember their past lives do that? Damn, I should have thought of asking that earlier.”“OK,” Toshia said, “we find the others and have a talk with them, laying it all out and letting them decide.”“Makes sense,” Don nodded. He was glad that Toshia wasn’t so focused on getting home as quickly as possible that she thought of looking for the riverboat first. The thought of Shelonda waiting for them to return was heartbreaking, though he expected that after a couple more days she would take it upon herself to storm the Abbey looking for them.As it turned out, their three friends were easy to find. They were right by the giant pool. Amy was down on her hands and knees on a lounge chair getting vigorously fucked from behind by Victor, while some new fellow had the honor of pushing his cock into her talented mouth and throat. Shelonda was on the next lounger, watching Amy and company, wh

The divine feminine in all of her glory… I have been moving through some big ah-ha's in my life and on this episode I dive into that energy. Receivership… most of us weren't taught this as kids or even as adults we find this so hard. This is a key to divine coding and alignment in abundance in life and business. I feel that this will be a key for a lot of people and so grateful I get to dive into this today with you.  Let's roll Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

What does this mean? How is this showing up for us at this time and how can we maneuever this change? Let's chat about it. The timelines are vibration energies that move with us. Our thoughts, emotions, energetics and actions are all creating a frequency. The more we lean into that frequency the more we create. We are at a merging of the frequencies right now and a choice must be had. A choice that most people are “trying” to make right now.  The life we truly desire to live is on the other side of this. Let's chat today about these timelines and the things you need to know.  Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

We are in this energy right now.. Being called back into our spiritual, soul led selves. We have been for quite some time now, but way more potently than ever before. What does this mean to you? How is this showing up in the field right now for your movement forward, your timeline and your mission? This conversation today, on this episode, is exploring this “Coming Back Home” conversation. What does this mean to us all and how we can move with it. Enjoy xo The Free 5 Day Experience I mention in the episode that starts on Aug 14th is called The Catalyst… Details can be found here… https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/catalystColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

Let's chat about it. We are at a pivotal place in The Collective. A moment of time where all the things we have buried deep within us are coming up to be acknowledged, looked at and dealt with. Our insecurities… Our doubts…. Our shame… (Oh that one hits) And everything is coming up to be healed. Some of us see and are moving with itSome of us are completely avoiding itSome of are pretending like it's not happeningWherever you are, this podcast is an eye opening energy for you to lean in. This could be the moment that you choose to change. That you choose to move and maneuver. I'm not sure… But I know… everyday is a choice.  Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power. She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

This is a thing… How you do anything is how you do everything… and sometimes this statement smacks us right across the face because it's so true. In this episode we chat about it. We lean into it. We speak vulnerable shares and hope that you can feel this in your life. When we are real with ourselves and start to show up, in potency for ourselves, the game changes. So what if today that is the day for you?Let's roll Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

This podcast episode is a celebration… the 100th episode. I took clips from 4 previous episode and brought them all together in one potent episode. Let's walk down memory lane together and remember some powerful key takeaways from moments of the past. I'm going to link up the original episode here as well on Spotify, but you can find them wherever you listen to podcasts. Episode 064: Taking Accountability for Your Life with Alana Giannotta-Ortiz Alana's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/alanagrace_yoga/ Full Ep 064 Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/11ObXRzWCDteX1B1Jmx5YR?si=bf75bd4ef2c8485cEpisode 018: From Lawyer to Owning Her Psychic Gifts while Advocating for Truth with Raminer Kaur Hayer Raminder's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/beyondtheeyes.ca/Full Ep 018 Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/76D4EYPPBVpDkqWcsWJME0?si=c7df2897f00f4c17Episode 052: Are you Paying Attention with Laura Foster Laura's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soulinspiredgurl/Full Ep 052 LInk: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3f9L8LlEruodzpXQm8iHkX?si=nAWpwze7S8qUe6vhwh5YFQEpisode 056: The Conscious Decision… Human and Spirit with Amber Rose Full Ep 056 Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/1CXDjhnMSOnk2e3v7tBZo9?si=5U2HiN3iR6GI1Aavimw8iAColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

Light Warriors Unleashed Podcast This is a short burst episode… I call it 99B because 100 is coming in potently and it was this week to launch it… so here we are… This is a reference to the song I am reciting for you… https://open.spotify.com/track/53QF56cjZA9RTuuMZDrSA6?si=0d5be88746054828This is a powerful message for you today about not giving up Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

In this new podcast series, I interview Akashic Records Practitioners to explore how working with the Akashic Records has transformed their lives. We discuss topics such as: what it means to "hear the call of the Records" (and answer that call) the vast healing, personal evolution, and growth that happens when we activate the energy of the Akashic Records in our lives how the Akashic Records can help us fully awaken our intuitive, multidimensional, and healing gifts - both for ourselves and to serve others how tapping into the Akashic field can help us release outdated, long-standing patterns, beliefs, and attachments that aren't serving us the Akashic Records as a potent tool for psychospiritual development and to align fully with your highest purpose as a healer or lightworker In this inaugural episode, I speak with Penny Murray, a multi-faceted intuitive healer and guide. Penny completed my Akashic Records Certification Program in 2023 and works as a Certified Akashic Records Practitioner and Certified International Biofield Tuner. Penny is the creator of the Ancestral Resolution Series, where the multi-layered worlds of the Ancestors, the Record Keepers, and the Biofield come together for deep, spacious healing. Her clients come back to Penny time and time again because of her deep capacity to create a safe, empowering, sovereign space, from which they are encouraged to release what doesn't serve them, realign with what does, and rejuvenate their whole Self. Working with Penny has been described as a one-of-a-kind, compassionate, life-enhancing experience.  You can learn more about Penny's dynamic work by visiting https://resilientbalance.com Join Josephine's email community and get access to my free Akashic Records Mini Course + weekly newsletter: https://josephinehardman.com/akashic-records-intro/ Explore becoming a certified Akashic Records Practitioner: https://josephinehardman.com/work-with-me/akashic-records-certification-program/ Visit my website: https://josephinehardman.com Thank you for being here, doing your inner work, and leading the way for others with your light. It matters! Music & editing by G. Demers Inner Work 2024 All Rights Reserved.

Let's chat about clarity… are you clear with your desires and intentions? Are you asking the right questions to tee up your clarity? Are you trusting your intuition and that you will be supported on your path? I did into all this on the 99th episode of the podcast. This is a powerful “normal” story I share with you… of my everyday life, that has so much meat in it.  I can't wait for you to listen…  Also I challenge you to look up the spiritual meaning of 99 as well if you were drawn to this podcast episode. Might be a message in there for you! :) Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

In this episode I dive into things that maybe you haven't considered before. We take a look into the past and the lives that came before us, setting the tone for life now. We chat into the mission we have on earth, our light, the expansion and all things connected to that. I dive into depth on the soul missions concept and then much needed energy we need on earth right now. We are at an imperative transition in the collective. It's time to move Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

Welcome to Season 3!!! This episode… I talk into the mission of the podcast, what's coming next, some dimensions to who I am, the spiritual journey and the next phase of my evolution. This is an exciting time to be awakening into your spiritual gifts. A potency to align within. The calling forward of our soul's path. We are here… right now in a revolutionary time. Let's roll  Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching this yearThe Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

Charlotte, the Sage of Abby Hill By BradentonLarry for Literotica -  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.  The Sage & a Kind of Good-Bye "The Sage is ready to see you now," said Wei, the tall Asian man who they had learned was the Abbot of the brown-robed monks – or the Order of Record Keepers, as they called themselves. Don gently urged Nicole to release his cock from her mouth and promised they would get back to playing soon. As he tied his grey robe about himself, Don saw that Toshia, who had been riding up and down on Alan's lap only a moment before was also hurrying to make herself "presentable". After waking up hours ago, and the following, almost routine, morning sex (Well, that's definitely the right way to start the day, particularly when you wake up sandwiched between two naked, sexy women! Don thought to himself with a happy smile), they had had a bite of breakfast and been asked to wait until they were called for. While they learned a little bit more about the Order, most of the morning was spent in lazy sexual play. It was now shortly after midday, and at least two of them were quite eager to meet this person whom they had been awaiting, and had gone to such lengths to find. They followed Wei to the foot of a winding staircase and proceeded up. At the top, behind a modest door, they were admitted to a good sized study, complete with shelves filled with row upon row of books. Windows all around the room let bright sunlight in. There were a few comfortable chairs, and a nice desk, behind which, in a brown robe, sat a middle aged woman with thick, dark brown hair falling down around her shoulders. She was apparently reading the last page of a stack of typed material. Wei gestured to a set of chairs that had been drawn into a circle of four, and said, "Please, make yourself comfortable, she will be right with you." Sure enough, right after he had closed the door behind himself but before they could get comfortable in their chairs, the woman looked up at them and smiled. "Hello," she said as she stood up and came around the desk. "You're obviously Don, and I'm guessing you're Toshia and you're Nicole." "That's right, and you're 'the Sage'?" Toshia asked. "That's what they call me," she smiled as she sat down in a high-backed chair. "I admit, I was expecting someone a bit ... more wizened," Don smiled. "Well, it's really just a title, like 'the Crone', though I suspect the similarities end about there. You can call me Charlotte if you prefer." "Pleased to meet you, Charlotte," Toshia said. "Likewise," Charlotte smiled again. "I know you must have many questions, but let me just say, I've just finished reading your various reports, and I've enjoyed them very much. Our scribes are chosen for their skill at asking the right sorts of questions and their ability to flesh out the stories they're given, but in this case they've had very good material to work with. The three of you have had some very interesting adventures. I particularly enjoyed reading about your encounter with the Bull, Toshia." "So, everyone who comes here looking for you tells their story and you read it?" Nicole asked. "Yes, that's right. I confess, my personal 'kink' is to get off reading about, and sometimes watching, the exploits of others. I would have finished reading your reports earlier, but I had to keep stopping to masturbate." "Wouldn't it have been more efficient for us to just tell you directly?" Nicole asked with a twinkle in her eye that the Sage seemed to miss. "Well, yes, but there are two problems with that," Charlotte answered. "One, we keep all the stories, as a record and a source of study..." "You could just have someone type it up as we told you," Toshia pointed out. Charlotte nodded, "That's quite true, but then the narrator would be bristling with questions for me, which would slow things down and cause all kinds of complications." "Is that the second problem?" Don asked. "No, the second one is that there seems to be some benefit to having each person tell his or her own story, and then comparing them." "How have our stories diverged?" Don wanted to know. "Well, I've only just read the three of them, and haven't had hardly any time to think about them, but Don's way of looking at your time here in Eros involves a lot of digressions and interconnections, while Toshia's is more straight-forward. Nicole's is actually rather journalistic." Don could see that Nicole had half a mind to object to this, but he cut in with, "OK, but what's the point of all this anyway?" Charlotte the Sage frowned slightly and said, "I assume you mean the record-keeping?" "Well, for now, yes." "At some point, long ago, the first Sage decided that one way of trying to make sense of the whys and wherefores of Eros was to start recording the experiences of people who, like him, remembered their lives before waking up here." "And, has it helped?" Toshia asked. "Well, it certainly makes for some stimulating reading," Charlotte laughed. Then she added, "It definitely has served to build up some generalizations that seem to be helpful." "Such as?" Don prodded. "Every single person who has come here, to this Abbey, and this goes back for 450 Erosian years, has spoken English rather fluently. Now, the only people who we interview are those who remember their lives prior to waking up here, but none of them has ever reported meeting anyone who doesn't speak English. This suggests that either the people who don't remember spoke English before they arrived here, were somehow rewired to speak English upon being brought over, or are native Erosians. This all seems to strongly suggest that whomever or whatever is responsible for selecting people for Eros speaks English, and that seems quite surprising and noteworthy to me." "So, which is it, were they brought here or are they natives?" Nicole asked. "They were brought," Don said quietly, remembering his and Toshia's visit to the Library in the Manor. "Well, the evidence does suggest that," Charlotte nodded. "They seem to have various personality traits and interests that wouldn't make sense for native Erosians, for one thing." "That's what I was thinking," Don added. "Also, some people have actually met people they recognized or even knew quite well from Earth, but who seemed to have no memory of that other life." "That must have been bizarre," Toshia said. "It has sometimes been ... awkward, to say the least," nodded Charlotte. "All of this is very interesting, but you mentioned whomever, or whatever, is selecting people from Earth – English speaking people from Earth," Don said as he leaned forward. "Who or what is doing this, and why? What's the point of it all?" Charlotte smiled again, "I honestly can't say. I admit that the question puts me in a philosophical frame of mind. Imagine if I asked you what the point of it all was on Earth. Anyway, there are theories, of course. Some Sages have thought that we were being held prisoner here as lab rats, running countless experiments on human sexuality, others that there is some power, or powers, who feed off human eroticism, or who have lost the ability to generate it for themselves – the ultimate voyeurs. There seems no question that there's some intelligence behind it, though." "Why do you think so?" Toshia asked. "Well, it only selects people who are quite dissatisfied with their Earthly sex lives." Charlotte held up her hand to forestall Toshia's objection. "The fact that it is very hard to sort out exactly what counts as such dissatisfaction seems to lend weight to this consideration. No doubt, Toshia would hesitate to say that she was dissatisfied in any way with Sarah, but it seems clear from reading her story that she would hardly think of the sex life she was having before as being satisfying now. Almost every single person who has found his or her way here has thought that being brought to Eros was a wonderful gift, which has led some to speculate that this was some kind of heaven." Don couldn't resist scowling at this notion, and Charlotte noticed. "I don't buy that either," she said with a smile. "On the other hand, it's the best afterlife I've ever heard of. Going back to the question of intelligence, one of the most telling bits of evidence is the two of you, Don and Toshia." After taking a moment to scowl thoughtfully at this suggestion, Toshia asked, "What do you mean?" "As far as our records indicate, the two of you are unique. No pair of friends has ever woken up together like you have. Before you ask, I have absolutely no idea what that might mean. Perhaps it's for the purposes of one of those psycho-sexual experiments." There was a moment of silence before Don decided to ask, "What's up with the black robed figures?" "The Watchers," Charlotte nodded. "Another indication that there is some kind of intelligent process going on. After 450 years of accumulating data, there has never been anyone – anyone recorded, anyway – who has managed to talk to, or even catch hold of, one of those bastards. They watch for a bit; then, when you think you're going to get your hands on one, they're gone." "Is it science or magic?" Toshia asked. "I'm inclined to follow Arthur C. Clarke on this one and say I don't really know that there's a difference in this context." "There are so many questions," Don muttered, shaking his head. "How many people remember their lives? What's the distribution of their wheres and whens? Is there anything they all have in common besides being sexually frustrated?" "Is there a way to get home again?" Toshia asked resolutely. Charlotte, knowing this was the issue that had motivated them in seeking her out, turned to Toshia with a serious expression and said, "Yes, or so it would seem anyway. There are apparently at least two ways. The first is to become bored with life in Eros. It seems that when that happens you will simply go missing, and it's presumed that you return to your Earthly life. As to the other, more proactive, way, the lake outside is the headwater of a river that runs several hundred kilometers to an ocean or a sea – we haven't been able to get anyone to engage in any kind of systematic exploration. Along the coastline to the left of mouth of river..." "To the left facing the sea?" Don asked. "Yes," Charlotte smiled again. "Go down the river, then turn left, and proceed along the coast, until you find a place called the Grotto of Ishtar, or just the Grotto. There, according to two people who have accompanied others seeking to leave, you'll find a way to return home." Toshia looked like she was ready to head off immediately, but a couple of concerns occurred to Don. He said, "I'm troubled by something: how can anyone here know that people return home safely? And, now that I'm saying that, how did the Scholar know that time moves differently here in Eros? It doesn't seem to make sense that we could know these things unless someone has been able to return home and then come back." "Very good, Don," Charlotte nodded, and Don found himself thinking that she must have been a teacher back on Earth. She explained, "There seems to be a way to go back and forth between Eros and Earth more or less at will. One of the more enterprising people who have visited the Abbey several times, a Stephanie Ayers, found someone with this ability and talked to him at great length. She then tracked down two more people, and in doing so was able to confirm these rumors and suppositions." "How are they able to do it?" Don asked intently. "Stephanie says they have 'magic rings' that allow them to 'decide' to wake up in either Eros or Earth; or, should that be 'on'?" "Where do they get those rings, and what do they look like?" "I cannot answer the first, Don, but apparently they are simple rings of a shiny black material, something like hematite." Don sat back in his chair. That sounds familiar! After a moment of reflection, he smiled broadly and said, "I think I've seen someone with one of those, and I'm pretty sure I can find her again." Charlotte gave Don a long look and said, "I can guess what you have in mind, Don, but I should warn you that these ring people are not only very possessive of their rings, but also very evasive about how they came to acquire them. Stephanie hasn't been able to get any useful information so far, and she's been at this a while." Toshia brought the discussion back to the main topic with, "I wanted to ask another question – our flying carpet stopped working and several hundred kilometers is a long way – do you know of any way to make the trip quicker?" "Well, yes," Charlotte answered, "I would take the riverboat." "The riverboat?" "Yes, there's a riverboat that goes from the Resort down to the city on the coast, Rendezvous, and back. You might have to wait for it sometime, it doesn't keep to a schedule very well, but it docks just outside of the Resort, through the gate opposite the one you used to come here." "Wait," Don cut in, "there's a city?" "Well, it's a town, really, but it's the biggest one in Eros as far as I know." This prompted what felt like a dozen questions in Don's mind, starting with those of economics. He was still having a hard time coming to grips with the weirdness of how Eros worked. "Thank you for your time, Charlotte," Toshia was saying. Although Don wanted to interject with, "Are we leaving already?" he realized how important it was for Toshia to stay on the task of returning to Sarah, so he set aside the questions he was dying to ask and stood, saying, "Thank you very much." Nicole followed suit. The Sage stood up as well, and said, "If you decide to stay longer in Eros, please feel welcome to return to the Abbey anytime." Don smiled warmly at this suggestion, and thought it was a bit odd that he was leaving this attractive, intelligent woman without having had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring her. Eros had definitely altered his way of thinking. At the foot of the winding staircase, Wei met them with one of his smiles and their clothing. Once they had changed, Wei led them back to the entrance-exit. The other "monks" seemed particularly scarce. Similarly, the huge guardian of the bridge was nowhere to be seen as they crossed it. Toshia set the pace down the trail for the Resort. She was clearly in a hurry to get on the road, or river, as the case may be, to this Grotto of Ishtar. Don kept up with her easily, but also kept an eye on Nicole, who didn't walk as fast as Don and Toshia even when they weren't hurrying. He could tell that something was troubling the pretty young woman, but his own mind was still bustling with too many questions for him to ask her what was on her mind. Still, he wasn't surprised when, as they came around the last corner and saw the Resort's gate ahead, Nicole asked them to stop for a moment. "I thought I should tell you this before we found the others," Nicole said, taking a moment to sit down on a nearby rock. "What is it?" Toshia said with obvious and honest concern. "I'm not going back," Nicole said. "Well, not yet. I'm going to wait until I'm tired of this place. I don't really have anybody back home to hurry back to, Toshia, and I fucking love it here. I'd come along to make sure you get to the Grotto safely, but it sounds like you and Don will be able to do that without me. I don't think you'll be able to shake Shelonda anyway, but you might want to consider leaving Victor and Amy here at the Resort. You know the rest of Eros isn't so nice and friendly, and this place is safe." Don smiled at Nicole and said, "It's been great having you along with us for this long." "If they're right about time, we'll all wake up 'tomorrow' and email each other," Nicole smiled with a bit of sadness. "Well, allowing for the date difference, that is. You better come visit me, Professor." Don laughed, and said, "Of course! I'm already looking forward to it." "You can come stay with us in Florida," Toshia smiled. Don could see a tear in her eye. He decided to make things a bit easier on them all by changing the subject, "You know, she has a good point about the others." Toshia seemed to fasten upon this line of thought, saying, "Well, Shelonda's going to be very hurt if we don't allow her to come with us, I think." "I'm not sure we're in any position to allow or disallow her, actually," Don said. "True," Toshia nodded. "So, the most we can do is encourage her to stay here. Probably that's the most we can do for all of them." "We could suggest that they need to stay here to keep an eye on Nicole," Don mused. Nicole laughed, and said, "Oh, I'm sure I'll be quite alright here." "And, what happens if Nicole does eventually get tired of this place and goes missing?" Don nodded. "Do people who don't remember their past lives do that? Damn, I should have thought of asking that earlier." "OK," Toshia said, "we find the others and have a talk with them, laying it all out and letting them decide." "Makes sense," Don nodded. He was glad that Toshia wasn't so focused on getting home as quickly as possible that she thought of looking for the riverboat first. The thought of Shelonda waiting for them to return was heartbreaking, though he expected that after a couple more days she would take it upon herself to storm the Abbey looking for them. As it turned out, their three friends were easy to find. They were right by the giant pool. Amy was down on her hands and knees on a lounge chair getting vigorously fucked from behind by Victor, while some new fellow had the honor of pushing his cock into her talented mouth and throat. Shelonda was on the next lounger, watching Amy and company, while a pale redheaded girl with a freckled back lay beneath her legs licking at her clit and pussy. After spontaneously and unanimously deciding that they should strip down and rinse off in the pool first, Don, Toshia and Nicole joined their friends. Don smiled at Shelonda as he ran his wet hand over the redhead's back and gave her naked bottom a squeeze. This elicited a muffled groan of approval and the girl pushed her butt up, in what Don thought was a particularly feline movement. He slipped his hand around to move his fingers over her dewy outer lips before parting them and pushing two of his fingers up inside her. This earned him another approving groan from the girl. In another few moments, Don had his feet planted on the ground on either side of the lounge, as he pushed the head of his cock into the girl's very wet pussy. Meanwhile, Toshia, still dripping from the pool, had moved around to kiss Shelonda, and then Shelonda's pretty tits hello, and Nicole had gone to help Amy with her men. After about half an hour of this, when everyone had climaxed at least once, and another trip into the pool had washed them all clean, Toshia managed to get their little group together and moving through the Resort for the gate opposite the one with which they had already become acquainted. Along the way, Don noted at least half a dozen other clubs they hadn't yet investigated. The gate let them through without any attempt at conversation; and, a short downhill walk led them to a modest wooden building on a sturdy wooden dock at the riverside where they found what would normally be a ticket window, behind which sat a man in what looked to Don like a late 19th century shirt, vest and bowtie. When Don, Toshia and the others came up to his window, he smiled blandly and said, "Good evening, how may I be of service?" "Can you tell us when the boat to Rendezvous is expected?" Toshia asked. There was a momentary pause before the man said, "Tomorrow morning, ma'am." "How long will it be docked?" "For at least an hour, ma'am." "Can you be more specific?" There was another pause, and then the response, "I'm afraid not, ma'am." "We could just camp out here," Toshia suggested without much enthusiasm. Don turned back to the man in the window, whom he was convinced was a blank, like the butler they had seen on their first day in the Manor, and asked, "Does the boat blow a whistle or something like that when it's docking and when it's about to leave?" "Yes, sir." In response to Toshia's inquiring glance, he just shrugged and said, "It just seems reasonable, doesn't it? Maybe this is a good time for that talk." The two of them turned to the others and Toshia said, "As you know, Don and I have been trying to find a way back to our home. It looks like we've found it. Tomorrow we're going to get on a boat here that will take us downriver to a place where we think we can go home. Nicole's decided to stay here at the Resort, though." "At least for a while," Nicole put in. Don took up the speech, "For the rest of you, this is, basically, your home, and there's no need for you to continue on with us. We're very grateful for all of your support and help, but the Resort is a very nice place to stay and have fun. So, we want to encourage you to stay here and enjoy yourselves." Amy and Victor looked a bit confused but didn't say anything. Shelonda, though, asked, "This boat goes back and forth to this 'Rendezvous' place?" "Yes," Toshia nodded. "Oh, well, no problem, then," Shelonda shrugged, in what seemed like a vaguely familiar way to Don. "OK, well, we might as well spend the night having fun in the Resort then, right?" Nicole asked cheerfully. "Sounds good to me," Don grinned. "Besides, I need to talk to someone there." Although he certainly had a keen interest in checking out one or more new clubs, Don led the party straight back to the Jungle Room. "Oh, very nice!" said Amy, and both Nicole and Shelonda agreed. "Is it just me or does this seem bigger on the inside?" Toshia asked Don. "Nope, it's definitely not just you," he said. "Let's check out the dance floor," Nicole suggested enthusiastically, pulling Toshia along with her and the other girls. Victor followed dutifully in their wake. Don decided he would end up at the dance floor, and proceeded to walk around the grassy main floor of the Jungle. He even climbed up the ladders to look in the tree houses, but couldn't see India anywhere. He was sure she had been wearing one of those black rings the Sage had mentioned. By the time he worked his way around to the dance floor, the girls had scattered and were dancing with different partners. Toshia was dancing with a tall, muscular fellow in a loin cloth, with long, blondish hair hanging down to his shoulders. Victor had somehow managed to hook up with Vixen again. Grabbing a strawberry from the refreshment bar on his way, Don started climbing up through the three upper layers of the wooden structure. The first had a number of chairs and beds, none of which were currently in use. The middle level had four beds in close proximity, one of which was being used by Don's friend of the other night, Jaden, and a man who looked like he might have been Indian. Jaden was lying on top of her partner, steadily rocking herself against him as his cock moved inside her. The top floor had a rather large bed and a big bathtub, somewhat improbably perched up there so high over the ground. There was, as far as Don could tell, no sign of India this evening. When he returned to the dance floor, Don saw that Toshia and her Tarzan-esque dancing partner were getting better acquainted; they were both on their knees, she leaning back against him as he ran his hands over her body and kissed the side of her neck. Victor and Vixen seemed to have gone off together. Shelonda was dancing with a naked, and very fit, East Asian guy who was clearly enjoying her and the dance very much. Don was thinking about making another circuit of the Jungle Room in search of India, but just then Amy and Nicole saw him and rushed over to him. "Come dance with us, Professor!" Nicole grinned. "We promise to make it worth your while," Amy winked. Don smiled back at them, and said, "It looks like mostly everyone is naked, so maybe we should undress appropriately first." So, in about thirty seconds flat, the three of them stripped down, tossed their clothes out of the way to one side, and moved out into the middle of the dance floor. Things weren't as intense, or as loud, as in the pit of the Disco. Rather than a pulsing, driving sexuality, the atmosphere of the Jungle Room dance floor was one of languid, sultry sexuality. The girls moved against Don with sensual abandon. Amy was grinding slowly back against him, her butt against his quickly hardening cock, while Nicole was kissing his shoulder and running her hands over his back and butt. Then, Amy turned around to smile alluringly up at him as she rubbed her beautiful tits against him and Nicole was reaching around to fondle his cock. After a bit of this, Don was turned around, so that he was running his hands over Nicole's body as she writhed wantonly in front of and against him, while Amy took a turn caressing his back and particular bits of his front. All the while their bodies were covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. All around them couples were dancing in similar states of rising passion. Don looked for India now and then, but was soon completely focused on the fact that Amy had dropped to her knees in front of him and was now intently sucking on his extremely hard prick. Nicole quickly figured out what was going on, and moved around to have a look. She reached up to caress Don's cheek and then pulled his head down so she could give him a long, intense kiss. Don had one hand on the back of Amy's head, gently encouraging her to keep doing what she did best, and the other slipping down the length of Nicole's slippery-with-sweat back to squeeze and caress her tight little ass. Then, as more of a natural development than the result of any kind of decision on anyone's part, he and Nicole were slowly moving down to join Amy on the dance floor. Don was kissing Amy passionately, as one of the two girls pulled and stroked his cock, wet with Amy's saliva. His hands were moving over their lithe, sweaty bodies. Then he had one of Amy's sweet nipples in his mouth as he pulled on it, pinching it with his teeth. Don caught a quick glimpse of Toshia, and was slightly surprised that she was still wearing her dress – particularly under the circumstances. She was basically kneeling on the floor, but was lying forward with her head resting on her forearm, butt up in the air. Her "dancing partner" had lost his loin cloth along the way, and was now kneeling behind Toshia obviously fucking her steadily. Amy had climbed up onto Don's lap and slipped his raging hard-on into her very wet pussy. She rode up and down on him a few times with a happy, contented smile on her face. Not in the mood to be left out of the fun, Nicole leaned in to kiss Amy's neck and then her mouth as Amy turned her head to the side. Nicole gradually pulled and lowered Amy back, without uncoupling her and Don, until her head and shoulders were resting on the dance floor. Don helped position Amy's legs and feet so she could support herself a bit more stably, and then leaned forward to fuck her. She grinned up at him before Nicole straddled her face. The pretty little black girl lowered her pussy down to Amy's talented mouth and leaned forward to give Don a long, sexy kiss. Don slipped his left hand around the back of Nicole's neck to keep her mouth on his, and used the thumb of his right to stroke Amy's clit. He could feel the head of his cock rubbing against Amy's g-spot with each stroke in and out of her. Still, it was Nicole who came first, groaning and trembling as she was held there between Amy's and Don's mouths. Don let Nicole push herself away, as she carefully sat back, laughing with the pleasure of her orgasm. She was just beginning to raise herself away from Amy's face, when Amy began to come – very loudly. Don kept plowing into her pussy as Amy arched her back and squeezed her luscious tits tightly in her hands. Nicole leaned down to kiss Amy's mouth, which was quite shiny with Nicole's own juices, and Amy slipped her hand around to hold Nicole there, much as Don had been doing just a minute before. Don glanced over to see that Victor had returned to the dance floor and was now kneeling in front of Toshia, who was sucking him enthusiastically while the fellow behind her continued to fuck her steadily. Other couples and trios were following their little group's lead; sex was breaking out all over the dance floor. Of course, for all Don knew, this might just be a normal evening in the Jungle Room. Gently, Don withdrew from Amy, and backed away a bit before getting up off his knees. Almost immediately, Nicole lowered herself down over Amy until they were in a lovely 69 on the dance floor. With another quick look around, Don made his way down to the "jungle floor" and proceeded to make another circuit of the club, hoping to find India. By the time he returned to the dance area, things had clearly moved from a dance party to an all-out orgy. A River Cruise To The Coast Last Night in ‘The Jungle'. Don saw Vixen on her knees giving what looked like an intense blowjob to a naked guy sitting on one of the stools by the dance poles.  Nearby was Nicole, who was now engaged in a rather intense scissoring with a Hispanic-looking woman that Don would guess was not even 20 years old, but who had a tiny, athletic body that was extremely distracting and beautiful, long, straight black hair.  Next, Don spied Shelonda, who was involved in a foursome near the center of the dance floor; she was riding up and down on the thick cock of a young man who also had Don's friend from the other night, Jaden, sitting on his face with a big smile on her face; meanwhile, a young East Asian woman with large breasts and strikingly blonde, short hair moved back and forth between the two women, kissing their tits, their necks and their mouths.  Then, Don saw Toshia being drawn up into the arms of a tall, statuesque woman with long, straight black hair; they kissed deeply, and the dark-haired woman led Toshia toward one of the comfortable chairs ranged around the outside perimeter of the dance floor.  Near where Don had seen him earlier, Victor had gotten himself into another threesome, but this time he was fucking a woman from behind while another fellow was being fellated enthusiastically.  Finally, over near the refreshment bar, Amy had somehow gotten herself entangled in knot of twisting naked bodies that Don counted up as seven altogether, including the Tarzan-looking fellow who had been fucking Toshia earlier, who was now getting his cock sucked by Amy, while a brown skinned woman with a superbly muscled back knelt behind Amy, kissing and biting Amy's shoulder and reaching up under her to push several fingers up into Amy's pussy; another woman had worked herself in between Amy and the man's legs to suck on one of Amy's nipples, as yet another woman licked at this nipple-sucking woman's pussy.  Don noticed that there was a decided shortage of men in Amy's septet, and decided he should do his best to help out there. Don squatted and then knelt behind the woman with the beautiful back and began to treat her much as she was treating Amy. She had short hair, so it was easy for Don to kiss her shoulder and neck as he slipped his hands around to caress her taut belly and firm tits. Her nipples hardened under his touch and she pushed back against him with a murmur of approval.  It wasn't long before she was on her hands and knees on the dance floor while Don pushed his hard, thick cock into her from behind. He held her hips then and pulled her back on him, shoving himself into her again and again, his balls hitting her clit and his sensitive head hitting her cervix. Don felt her fingertips brushing the underside of his cock as she rubbed her clit frantically, and then they were both coming: she trembling and crying out, her body clenching and pulling at his cock; him shuddering, head thrown back, and shoving deep into her as his cum filled her to overflowing. All of this as his friends continued to fuck, suck and otherwise enjoy themselves all around him. Once again, Don had the now familiar thought that Eros was not at all a bad place to visit. He didn't see India that night, but the sextet had a wonderful, happy last night together. The River Cruise. Toshia had only seen pictures of paddle-wheel riverboats, so she was by no means an expert, but she was rather sure this one was not normal. There was a big paddle contraption at the rear of it that seemed pretty much like what one would expect, and there were a couple of tall smokestacks (or were they steam stacks?), and it clearly was a riverboat, but... Well, for one thing, the whole boat was bright pink; like a plastic lawn flamingo! She was also sure that it wasn't usual for these boats to have a big deck spread out in front of the part where the floors with the cabins and such were located. While one might have expected this open area to have a pool or at least be set up for sunbathing, this one was furnished with a wide variety of couches, beds, chairs and soft, cushy rugs. The roof over the four story main "building"(?) did have a bunch of lounge chairs and chaises, but then Toshia was pretty sure more mundane riverboats didn't have sun decks on their roofs. To make things odder, after a bit of exploring, she and Don concluded that there was no actual engine or boiler room; they had no idea where the white clouds of steam were coming from or what was powering the big paddle assembly. Aside from those things, the riverboat was about what one would expect; at least from a riverboat on Eros. The main above-deck structure held all the passenger quarters, which amounted to bedrooms with one or two beds, of various sizes, and a bathroom, but no doors, though there were cabin numbers on the walls next to where the doors would normally go. There were three floors of those cabins, surmounted by a big open sort of ballroom, mostly open on three sides (not the rear, over the paddles).  It was here, in the early evening of the day they had left the Resort, that Toshia, Don and Shelonda gathered along with what seemed to be all the rest of the passengers at the behest of an enthusiastic, smiling blonde woman in a white uniform with a very short skirt who called herself "Sally the Cruise Director!" (The exclamation point was hard to ignore.) After the boat had left the dock and slowly turned around to head downstream, they had engaged in the aforementioned exploration, and then indulged themselves in some lazy play on the main deck. Leaving half of their merry band behind had put a bit of a damper on their libidos though, so they pretty much stuck to themselves. When they had gone looking for a bit to eat, which they found in the ballroom, or whatever it was, they found themselves greeted (or greeted!) by Sally. "Welcome aboard!" she had grinned. "We're going to have a fun mixer game in a little bit!" They might have asked for more information, but Sally had already hurried off to corral more passengers for the game. So, they waited as more and more people made their way up to the ballroom. She leaned over toward Don and whispered, "Um, is it a good idea to gather everyone up here on the top deck?" "I was just thinking that," he nodded, "but it seems like something they do regularly, so it's probably OK." He frowned a bit and repeated, "Probably." For her part, Shelonda didn't seem worried. The pretty young woman was looking out at the river and the countryside passing by very slowly. Naturally enough, people were starting to strip off their few garments and get acquainted with each other by the time Sally held up a big bell and struck it several times with a metal rod. The loud peals immediately got everyone's attention. "Hello everyone!" Sally said in a voice that carried well even in the now crowded ballroom. "Welcome aboard! We hope you enjoy your trip with us! If you need anything at all while you're on board please don't hesitate to ask me or one of the other crewmembers! After we pick up a new set of passengers we like to help everyone make new friends to enjoy their voyage! To get things going, we like to play a mixer game. Tonight's is one we call Cabin Fever!" Sally paused a moment to let the passengers' curiosity build up a bit before continuing with, "We have almost as many women as men with us, so to make sure no one is left out, the ladies will each go to a cabin on one of the decks below us! Please keep it one lady to a cabin for now, ladies!" Sally laughed. "Then, the men will each draw a cabin number, and when I ring this bell they'll go visit the cabin they've drawn! Some men might draw a duplicate number! When I ring the bell again, the men all have to come back up here and draw again! Sound like fun?!" There was a general murmur of agreement through the crowd. "How long will we have between bells?" Toshia asked. "That's a surprise!" Sally grinned. In response to the look Toshia gave him, Don just shrugged. "If you'd rather not join in the game, please go down to the main deck or upstairs to the roof deck!" smiled Sally. Nobody seemed to be hurrying off to get out of the game, though. "All right, ladies, if you would go claim your cabins...!" The sun was setting and lights came on all over the boat as Toshia, Shelonda and the other women headed down the various stairways. Shelonda pointed out that, "There seem to be more cabins than women." "You're right," Toshia nodded. "I wonder how they'll avoid sending men to empty cabins." The two of them went down to the bottom level and took adjoining cabins. Toshia went into her cabin and touched a wall switch that turned on a pair of table lamps that filled the room with a low light, turned reddish by the lampshades. The queen-sized bed had silken sheets that seemed freshly laundered. Toshia sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her first visitor. Her cheeks were flushed and she could feel her pulse racing a bit in anticipation. Being separated out and isolated like this and waiting to meet some unknown man was an interestingly different experience. She remembered when she had gone with the Lord, way back in the Manor, which was the closest thing to this she'd experienced. It seemed like a very long time since that first night in Eros. Toshia had certainly done an awful lot since then, and she was definitely more excited than apprehensive this time. She stood up and slipped out of her sundress and put it on one of the room's chairs, and returned to the edge of the bed, naked and waiting. It wasn't long before she heard the sounds of men coming down the stairs and moving about on the deck above her and then on hers as they looked for their designated cabins. In another minute a naked, athletic man with short, straight orange-red hair entered her cabin and smiled broadly at her. "Well, hello there," he said with a pronounced Scottish accent. "Hello and welcome to my cabin. I'm Toshia," she smiled back. "I'm Ian," he bowed a little. "'Very pleased to meet you, Toshia." Ian took another few steps into the room, and reached out to run his fingertips and then his hand up the bare skin of her arm. Still smiling, Toshia reached out and ran her own hand up the outside of Ian's muscular thigh and then over to lightly caress his cock, which was already beginning to stiffen for her. She asked, "Do you have any idea how much time we're going to have together?" "I'm afraid I don't," he said as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "Well, we shouldn't waste any time then," Toshia chuckled. Considering everything she'd done and experienced in Eros the fact that she felt like she was being outrageously forward struck her as amusing. "Agreed!" Ian said with a grin. He then lifted her chin and kissed her as he leaned her back to lie on the bed. Toshia parted her lips, letting his tongue slip into her mouth, and parted her legs as his hand moved up between her thighs. She noticed that her own hand had wrapped around his now rather hard, thick cock and was squeezing and pulling on it. She gasped as she felt his fingers parting her lips, and then groaned a bit as his fingers began to push up into her. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation, so it didn't take long until Ian was fucking his fingers in and out of her, his palm grinding wonderfully against her clit. Toshia kept pulling at Ian's cock as he moved over her, and drew it down until she felt the purple head taking his fingers' place inside her. She let go of him as he pushed into her, only to grab his waist to pull him down. Toshia's legs wrapped around his as her pussy opened for the hard prick pushing up into it. Toshia moaned into Ian's mouth, and felt his body crushing down against her clit, rubbing against it as he pushed forward. She was vaguely aware of the cool sheets against her back while he began to move in and out of her, slowly at first; drawing almost all the way out of her and then pushing all the way back in. Her hands grasped at his firm butt and she felt his long leg muscles working against hers as he fucked her a bit faster, a bit harder. He kept kissing her while their bodies rubbed against each other; her nipples were brushing against his chest, and his hard sex sawed in and out of her. He was fucking her with abandon now, moving in and out of her in short, fast motions, and Toshia was coming; long, hard, hot and shuddering; crying out in the dim light of the cabin. Her body was clenching and shaking against and around him, when she felt Ian's cock swelling and then erupting inside her, filling her pussy with his hot, sweet cum. Feeling his jizz spilling out of her, Toshia felt herself tumbling into a second intense orgasm. Her fingers dug into the strong muscles of his butt as she pulled him into her, keeping him deep inside until she eventually stopped climaxing. When Toshia finally opened her eyes, Ian was smiling down at her. She smiled almost bashfully and said, "Well, that was very nice! I'm so glad you stopped by." Ian laughed and leaned down to kiss her again. He slowly drew himself out of her, leaving a quite a slippery mess on her upper thighs. "Hey now," Toshia said, "I didn't hear any bells." "No, that's true," Ian smiled. "Then we have more time," she laughed, and then pushed him over onto his side. Moving with sudden energy, she got up on her knees and quickly reversed herself so that, once she got Ian to cooperate, she could rest her head on his thigh while she took his still-rather-hard cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked at the mingled juices that covered his shaft and head, pulling some extra cum out of him, before slowly lowering her mouth and throat down over him. She took her time, enjoying the sensation of having his sex moving over her lips and tongue and then into her throat. She smiled to herself as she heard Ian groan. She held herself there, breathing through her nose, for a few moments, before beginning to move up and down on him. Toshia reached around and began to caress his full balls. Ian was starting to rock on the bed, fucking himself in and out of her mouth, and Toshia thought she might make him come in another couple of minutes, when there was a surprisingly clear pealing of a bell. It sounded like it had been rung in the cabin with them. Ian groaned in disappointment, and Toshia considered just ignoring the bell, but then she decided that she was enjoying this game. She gave Ian's purple head a kiss and said, "Off you go, then." Ian chuckled, and took a moment to give her another kiss, before he managed to scramble off the bed and head back upstairs. Toshia just lay there for a moment, hands moving over her body. She was acutely aware of the fact that there was cum leaking out of her pussy; partly because she now had a hand between her legs, smearing the slippery juices over her lips and clit. It occurred to her that she would soon be returning to her normal life in the "real" world, and her opportunities for letting herself go like this were running out. She resolved to make the most of this riverboat ride. She was still there, lying on the bed playing with her messy pussy, when her next visitor arrived. This was a handsome young East Asian man, with cropped black hair, a tight body and a surprisingly big cock already standing out in front of him. Toshia smiled up at him, and without a word spread her legs invitingly. She was thinking it would be fun to just let him hop on and fuck the hell out of her with that beautiful cock. He surprised her though, by bending down, taking hold of her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed, where he promptly knelt down on the floor and buried his face between her legs. Toshia felt his tongue hungrily licking up the remnants of her session with Ian. The young man was both enthusiastic and thorough, and Toshia murmured approval as he shifted his attention to her sensitive clit. What he lacked in subtlety he more than made up for in passion, and it didn't take long at all before Toshia's torso was arching high over the bed as she cried out with another intense orgasm. She wasn't done shaking before the young man had planted her feet on the floor and was pushing the broad head of his cock into her pussy. Toshia smiled up at him as she felt the flared glans opening her up. Feeling the thick shaft filling her up, she moaned out loud. He gave her a slight smile as he began to rock forward and back, moving his big prick in and out of her slightly at first, until she got used to the girth. Toshia's hands were moving over her own body, caressing herself, squeezing her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. When she moved her left hand down to begin playing with her clit, her newest lover began to fuck in and out of her more vigorously. She gasped as he plunged hard into her, hitting her cervix again and again. Toshia was vaguely aware that she was making inarticulate sounds as her pussy was pounded by that big cock, but was far past caring, even if she might have been able to make herself stop. Her fingers were thrumming wildly at her clit as that hard shaft drove into her hard and deep, and then she was coming! She cried out wildly as wave after wave of white hot pleasure tore through her. She kept on coming as she dimly realized that that big sex-toy of a cock was being pulled out of her and then she felt a huge gout of hot slippery cum splashing all over her belly, up to her tits and over her throat; a little bit of it even landed on her cheek. This pitched her into yet another orgasmic peak, and she writhed on the bed, one hand between her legs and the other smearing the young man's cum all over herself. She was only just coming down when she heard the sound of the bell. She opened her eyes in time to see her visitor departing with a happy smile on his face. They hadn't said an actual word to each other during their encounter. Toshia lay there for several minutes, just playing with the cum, occasionally carrying some of the salty-sweet stuff up to her mouth. It finally occurred to her that perhaps she ought to clean herself up a little before her next visitor arrived. She had just managed to sit up at the edge of the bed, though, when her next guest came into the cabin. He was a fairly average looking guy; white with short, dark brown hair and an athletic build; who grinned broadly when he saw the state Toshia was in. He said, "It looks like you've been having fun! Hi, I'm Kevin." "Hi Kevin, I'm Toshia, and I have!" she laughed. She was about to beckon him closer so she could get her hands and mouth on his cock, when a second man entered the cabin. The older black man with a very nice physique smiled at them both and said, "Hello there, we seem to have drawn the same cabin number." "Come on in," Toshia grinned up at him. "I'm Toshia and this is Kevin." "I'm Jim," the newcomer said. "Well, come a bit closer, gents, and let me see what you brought me," Toshia said with a chuckle. Kevin and Jim didn't hesitate to step forward; Kevin on her left and Jim on her right; to stand shoulder to shoulder facing her. Toshia smiled up at them as she took their cocks in her hands and began to pull and stroke them. Continuing to look up at them, she leaned forward and kissed first Kevin's and then Jim's cock. Then she moved back to Kevin's and took the swelling head of it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and then sucking on it, all while continuing to fondle both shafts. With another saucy smile she moved over to Jim's and gave it the same treatment. She could taste mingled cum and the flavor of other women on their cocks. As she moved from cock to cock she never stopped moving her hands up and down on them, but she took more and more of them into her mouth and throat, sucking on them more vigorously with each turn. She soon had them as hard as they were going to get, and her pussy was again aching to be filled. Pulling off Jim's wet, slippery cock, Toshia looked up at the two men and announced, "I want one of you to fuck me." Without another word, she turned away and crawled up onto the bed, and waited there on her hands and knees. She hadn't given it any thought, but she wound up positioned so that Kevin was closer to her upturned butt, so it was natural for him to quickly climb up on the bed behind her. Jim stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself and watching. "No, Jim," Toshia laughed. "Bring that over here." Kevin didn't waste any time, and was pushing his cock into Toshia's very wet and willing pussy from behind by the time Jim had knelt in front of Toshia and directed his straining hard on toward her mouth. Reaching out with one hand, she pulled his dark brown cock to her. Kevin was already holding her hips and was fucking himself in and out of her rather vigorously. Jim's thick shaft moved past her lips, over her tongue and into her throat. Toshia held onto the base of his cock for a moment, to make sure he wasn't going to get too carried away, but as she let herself go with the incredible sensations she also let go of his cock. Her hand dropped down to the bed and she thought for a moment to the beautiful woman in the hallway of the Manor who Don and she had spied upon that first day. Toshia had been so turned on by the sight of that woman between two men just like Toshia was right now. With that thought, Toshia's hand lifted up and back to brush her fingers over her clit. She imagined how she looked right then, one man fucking her hard and fast from behind, another holding her head in his hands as he fucked his thick black cock in and out of her mouth and throat, while she knelt there covered in drying cum. The orgasm hit her hard and shook her for what felt like a very long time. She clenched, groaned and shook between the two cocks, neither of which stopped moving in and out of her until they erupted with their sweet, molten cum. She felt herself swallowing, but was aware of her spittle and Jim's cum spilling out over her chin just as the mixture of her juices and Kevin's ran slowly down the backs of her thighs. Toshia collapsed on the bed, pulling the two men with her. Still shuddering a bit, she just lay there and enjoyed herself as her visitors caressed her body. She slowly began to regain her senses, and was thinking about some more fun with these two men who seemed to work quite well together, when the bell pealed in their ears. As the fellows slowly disentangled themselves, Toshia managed to say, "Would you please tell Sally that I need to sit a round out?" She thought she heard one of them say they would. Then she dragged herself off the bed and tottered to the cabin door and over into the cabin Shelonda had claimed. The pretty young woman was lying on the bed with a happy smile on her face and a body covered with pearly cum. "It looks like you've been having fun," Toshia laughed. Shelonda giggled and said, "You too!" Toshia bent down and licked a dollop of cum off Shelonda's perfect breast. After giving her friend a kiss, Toshia said, "I need a quick shower. Want to join me?" She didn't wait for Shelonda's response, but instead padded off for the cabin's bathroom, where she quickly turned on the water and began adjusting the temperature. As she expected, Shelonda joined her in another moment, and the two cum-covered women stepped into the shower together. As the water splashed over them, and they took turns under the spray, they kissed playfully, hands moving over each other's wet bodies. Toshia grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, and began to wash Shelonda's beautiful brown skin. She deliberately refrained from getting too frisky, but still couldn't resist occasionally kissing Shelonda's lips, nipples, or various other delectable bits. Then, naturally enough, Shelonda returned the favor, carefully washing Toshia's body, while lingering over all the most sensitive parts. By the time they were both rinsed thoroughly, they were each quite riled up. As soon as they had given themselves a very quick toweling off, Toshia grabbed Shelonda by the hand and dragged her back to the outer cabin and the bed. They were only a little surprised by the fact that there was a tall young man there, smiling at them as they emerged. He looked Mediterranean, with short, curly, black hair. Toshia waved at him and said, "Hi there. Can you give us a few more minutes?" She didn't wait to see him nod before pulling Shelonda with her onto the bed. The two women rolled together, entwined in a tight embrace, as they kissed passionately, each one pushing a thigh up between the other's legs. Toshia felt Shelonda's full tits pressed against hers while she ground herself against the firm thigh rubbing her pussy and clit. Pushing Shelonda down on her back, Toshia rose up with a smile, and quickly twisted herself around, so that she was the top half of a 69. Toshia spread her legs to lower herself down to Shelonda's mouth at the same time as she lowered her mouth to kiss Shelonda's sweet pussy. She felt Shelonda's talented lips and tongue moving on her as she ran her own tongue between Shelonda's outer labia. Pressing her mouth against Shelonda, Toshia slipped her tongue as far as she could into the other woman's pussy, tasting her delicious wetness. Shelonda wiggled underneath Toshia, and Toshia began to lick at the girl's hard little clit; pulling and tugging on it steadily. Meanwhile, Shelonda was doing the same, while also holding onto Toshia's butt to keep her firmly down on Shelonda's mouth. Toshia inhaled the heady scent of Shelonda's sex and increased the tempo and pressure of her licking, intent on making Shelonda come first. She succeeded, but the trembling, moaning woman underneath her, who also reacted by sucking on Toshia's clit as she climaxed, pulled Toshia along into her own intense, body-racking orgasm. When Toshia finally raised her head to look around the room, she was surprised to see that there were now three new men, in addition to the fellow who had been there earlier. There was a black guy and an East Asian who looked like he might be as young as eighteen or nineteen. Finally, there was another very young looking guy who seemed to be Arabic, or maybe Persian, and who also happened to be sporting a rather large cock. Toshia smiled at the men, rolled to the side, off Shelonda, and said, "We have company." Shelonda managed to prop herself up on her elbows and smile at the men. With a twinkle in her eyes, Toshia asked, "Did you enjoy the show?" &l

The Jungle Room By BradentonLarry for Literotica -  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Clubbing in Eros. "Maybe I should have been expecting this," Don said. "What?" Victor asked. Don frowned. Where to begin? he thought. First of all, there seemed to be an actual little jungle inside the Jungle Room. Though there was a park-like lawn stretching out in front of them, there were palm trees and thick, jungle vegetation all around.  Don could hear the distinct sound of monkeys and other jungle critters playing, and doing whatever else they do, from the deepening shadows. Then there was the open sky overhead. Although it was quite shady on the floor of the "jungle" they could see the blue, cloudless sky as it began to darken toward night. Strategically placed torches and a few bonfires would keep the place from getting too dark. Finally, there was the quite undeniable fact that the place certainly seemed to be quite a bit bigger on the inside! Don considered going back outside to walk around the building, and then pacing the inside off just to make sure, but then decided he would just go with it. And, he decided, if none of this bothered Victor, who was he to trouble the big guy's mind? Walking a few paces in, to get out of the doorway, Don paused to look around and get his bearings. On the right, there was a sandy area, with a big bonfire in the middle. At some distance from the fire, there were quite a few lounge chairs arranged in a rough circle around the fire and open area. There were a few people lounging there at the moment. Continuing on counterclockwise, and moving deeper into the micro-jungle, Don saw a raised platform with cushions and pillows; it really looked like a huge couch, or a sectional unit taken to extremes. Beyond this, Don made out several tree houses, accessed by ladders, as well as various sorts of beds, couches and blankets scattered about the more or less open areas between the trees. In the distance, he thought he saw a cave of some sort. To the left of that and closer to the entrance, seemed to be a pool, designed to look like a natural pond, complete with a waterfall. On Don's immediate left, then, was a large wooden structure, raising several stories from the floor. Don, followed closely by Victor, turned to this complicated building within a building and climbed the few stairs that led up to the wide deck-platform that was the first floor. Right in front of them was an open area that was apparently used as a dance floor; there were several couples dancing slowly to the music that was playing, as well as a few solo dancers, all of whom were in varying states of undress. Off to one side was a row of stripper's dance poles, around which danced a couple of almost entirely naked young women, and, at the far end, a strapping young man wearing nothing but a loin cloth. Don could also see, along another side of the platform, a set of comfortable chairs, one of which was being used at the moment as a platform for some very enthusiastic sex. Across the dance floor, there was a refreshment bar much like those that had been in the Manor, and a set of stairs leading to the upper floors of the structure. Before they could go any further, a striking woman with long legs, large, firm tits and long red hair falling down over her shoulders and down her back in an unruly tumult came up to them; she was wearing a diaphanous green silk "skirt" that was really just a pair of broad strips hanging from a narrow belt around her waist that covered her sex and her butt crack before falling down between her legs. She also wore a heavy gold necklace that hung between her generous breasts. She smiled at them and said, "Hello, welcome to the Jungle Room, would either or both of you like to dance?" "Hi," Don smiled, "I'm still looking around, but perhaps Victor here would." The woman looked Victor up and down with obvious approval while the big, muscular man returned the favor. "Hello, Victor. I'm Vixen. What do you say, big fella, wanna dance?" she smiled. "Sure," Victor grinned. Don smiled a little himself, watching the two of them moving toward the center of the dance floor and then begin dancing, while he was thinking, "Vixen"? What an odd name. He looked around again, deciding where to explore first. His eye was caught by the long, black hair of one of the women dancing on a pole, and he decided to move in that direction for a better look. Her hair was thick, straight, hung down to her butt, or would if she stopped moving long enough, and was a lustrous black that gleamed darkly in the rather subdued light of the Jungle Room. Her skin was a reddish brown. She had long, slender arms and legs, full breasts and a lovely rear. As he drew closer, Don thought she was most likely of Native American extraction, perhaps South American. She was wearing a dark red skirt with slits that ran all the way up to her hips on each side, gold bracelets and anklets, and a gold necklace that was more of a choker, hugging her slender neck closely. He noticed that she had a black ring on the middle finger of her left hand. Her breasts were bare, and her dark nipples seemed to beckon to Don. He saw that her face was lovely, and then she smiled at him with a friendly, playful light in her eyes, and Don decided he would tarry here for a while. He stopped behind the stool set in front of the dark beauty's pole and asked, "May I?" She smiled again, and said, "Please do, welcome to the jungle." "Thank you," Don smiled back as he sat down on the stool. He was already trying to place her accent. She spun herself around the silvery pole in a gravity defying display of strength and grace. Her hair was flung about in a wide, beautiful arc. Her skirt flared too, displaying her sexy legs to considerable effect. Don was struck by the way her body moved about the pole in a wonderful combination of the athletic and the erotic. He was already finding himself mesmerized by the dancer's beauty and sensuality. She came to a stop, with her arm wrapped around the pole, leaned against the pole, and said, "This is your first time to our jungle, isn't it?" Latin, but not Spanish or Mexican, Don thought in the back of his mind. He said, "Yes, how could you tell?" "I would have remembered you," she smiled as she slid from the pole and glided toward him. She bent down and took his face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes. As he was looking back into her dark brown gaze, he thought, Portuguese? Then she was kissing him lightly and all coherent thought flew away. Don's perceptions and mental processes were abruptly focused entirely on her lips touching his and the fragrance of her perfume. As she pulled away, only a moment later, a deep sigh slipped from his lips. She smiled and laughed a little and said, "This is how we welcome visitors." Brazilean! Don's brain exclaimed triumphantly, but his mouth was murmuring, "That's a very nice welcome." "I'm India," she said as she began to dance in front of him, her legs on either side of his knees. Her hands were moving over her naked flesh as she swayed in time to the music. Don was having a hard time knowing where to look; not that there was any proper place to look or not look, but that everywhere on this woman's body seemed to be the best place to focus his attention. "I'm Don," he finally managed. "It's good to meet you Don," she smiled, pronouncing his name more like "Dohn", which he found utterly charming. "What have you been doing before you came here?" Don chuckled, "That's a long story." "I like stories," she purred in his ear before kissing his neck. A shiver ran through the length of Don's body, and he breathed in her scent again. "Um," he attempted, "well, I guess, it begins in the Manor." "Ah, yes, I've heard of this place," she nodded. "I woke up with my friend in a bedroom there," he managed as India casually untied the knot that held her skirt in place and dropped the garment to the floor, exposing her pretty, bare pussy. She straddled his lap and sat down, placing her warm hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eye. Don's hands moved up along her firm, smooth thighs. Remembering the rules of his non-Eros life, he half expected to be told "no touching", but of course such a restriction was foreign here. "Your friend is the man dancing with Vixen?" "No," Don laughed. "That's Victor, we didn't meet him until much later. My friend's not here right now. She's at Ladies Nite." "Ah," India nodded. She began to caress his neck and shoulders, and Don continued to stroke her legs idly. "Well, um, my friend and I didn't know where we were or how we got there, or even how to get out of that room." "That must have been frightening," India said, as her hand moved over Don's bare chest. "Well, it was certainly strange. I think my friend, Toshia, was more concerned than I was. We were all alone for a bit, and very confused, but then some other people showed up... Well, they fell into the room actually! They weren't much help – well, they were helpful in a sense – but they were too horny to really answer our questions." India smiled broadly and nodded, as her hand made its way down to Don's lap and began to caress his already hardening cock. "Uh, well, we did find our way out of the room – well, Toshia did – and things got stranger after that..." "What do you mean? How stranger?" So, Don began to tell this beautiful woman about his adventures in the Manor, all while she listened attentively and continued to pull and stroke his now very hard cock. Occasionally she asked a question, laughed, or otherwise expressed interest. As he talked, Don let his hands roam over her warm skin, caressing and exploring. Now and then she would lean in and kiss his neck or his shoulder, and he would sometimes lean forward to kiss her breasts. He was about to tell her about the maze in the garden, when India decided they had waited long enough. She rose up off Don's legs and shifted forward, pulling his straining cock forward. He felt her hot, wet pussy against his head, and then the exquisite sensation of entering her warm, moist sex. Don groaned as she slowly but steadily sank down on him, letting his cock fill her. With his hands holding her waist tightly, Don kept her down on him, and India began to rock on his lap, working his cock in and out of her, while grinding her clit against the base of his thick cock. Her hands came up and clasped his face, pulling his mouth to hers. Their kiss was long and passionate as she rode him there in the Jungle Room. Don reached around to squeeze her beautiful ass in his hands as he struggled to push himself even further up inside her. India shifted back and forth against him, grinding herself against his body, while his tongue slipped into her mouth, slipping over her smaller tongue, and while her breast moved against his chest, their nipples brushing against each other's. When their mouths parted at last India slipped her strong, thin arms around Don's neck and tossed her head back, letting her mane of jet black hair fall down over her back. Don paused a moment to revel in the sight of this gorgeous creature riding his cock here in the middle of this strange junglesque setting. He took in her long, beautiful neck, her full, heaving breasts, and her red-brown skin, now shimmering in the torchlight with a thin sheen of perspiration. Then, he lowered his head to kiss her chest, first between her tits and then made his way to each nipple in turn, pulling and sucking on them, pinching them between his teeth now and then. This last elicited a happy whimper from India and she rocked against him with even more insistence. Don, his cock straining up inside the exquisite grasp of her pussy, pulled her forward and down, making sure she was rubbing against him as much as possible. Then, he felt her hands moving around to hold the back of his head, keeping his mouth on her breast, where he was sucking hard on her left nipple. Don heard her moaning at the same time he felt her body beginning to shake against him. Her pussy pulled and squeezed at him as she climaxed. Don held onto India as she rode his cock trembling and groaning with what seemed to him like a very long, satisfying orgasm. She finally relaxed her grip on his head and he was able to pull back and smile up at her. She blushed a little and smiled back at him. "That was beautiful," she said in her wonderful accent, "but I'm not done with you." Before Don could even think of objecting, the lithe beauty slipped off his cock and lap, and knelt between his legs. India gave him a wink with her dark brown eyes, as she took his very hard, slippery cock in her hand. She pulled it forward a bit, and ran her pink tongue up along its length. Don shuddered as she reached its head and lingered there, fluttering over it, licking her own juices off it. Then, she was sucking his head into her mouth. Her pretty eyes looked up at him as she began to move her mouth up and down, taking more and more of him into her mouth and then her throat. Don shuddered and felt a low groan building up in his throat. He was barely aware of the fact that quite a few people were watching the two of them, but he couldn't take his eyes off the vision of the gorgeous woman sucking on his cock. She had a tight grip on the base of his shaft as her lips moved up and down on his shaft. He felt her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock and her throat squeezing around his sensitive head. Almost without noticing, Don moved his hands up to either side of her head and held on to her gently, keeping her there as she sucked on him insistently. "Oh god!" he cried out as he finally closed his eyes and let his own orgasm erupt. At first all he could feel was the intense sensation at the base of his balls and shooting through his entire nervous system. Then, gradually he became aware of the fact that he was pumping jet after jet of hot cum into India's mouth and throat. He opened his eyes to see her holding tightly to him as she took all of his cum in. He felt her swallowing repeatedly. Don's body was shuddering and twitching as he very slowly came down. India didn't take her mouth off him until she was sure she had gotten every last drop of cum out of him. "Wow!" Don breathed. "That was amazing!" "Thank you," India smiled, giving his cock a little kiss. She laid her head against his thigh as he stroked her thick, black hair happily. Don found himself thinking he would have to thank the resort's gate for insisting they enjoy the resort before leaving. "That looked like fun!" said a woman's voice from over Don's shoulder, and he felt a light hand touching his left arm. India smiled and said, "It was. This is Don, Jaden." Don looked back and up to smile back at the slender woman with reddish brown hair falling past her shoulders. She had great, slim legs and full tits that looked large on her petite frame. Her cheerful smile was infectious, though Don realized that might just be the great orgasm talking. Then he felt India's hands on his thighs as she drew herself back up in front of him. For a moment, Don found himself sitting there grinning between two beautiful naked women. I really do love it here, he thought to himself, meaning the Jungle Room, the resort and Eros at once. He noticed now that India stood with an undeniable air of confidence and even authority. There was something regal in her bearing. "I think it's time for a game," India smiled at Don and Jaden. "What do you think?" "That's a great idea!" Jaden nodded. "I'm always up for a game," Don agreed as he stood up, a bit unsteadily. "Come along if you want to join the game," India called out to everyone in range of her voice as she began to saunter over to the steps down to the floor of the "jungle". Don followed along after her swaying backside as if he were bewitched. "She's amazing, isn't she?" Jaden asked with a wink. Don smiled back at the pretty little redhead and said, "I think that might not be strong enough. Are you a regular here?" She smiled back. "I'm here pretty often. I heard some of the story you were telling India. It sounds very hot. I'd love to visit that place. Is it far from here?" "I'm afraid so," he nodded. "I'd offer to take you there, but our flying carpet is broken." "A flying carpet? I've never seen one of those," she frowned a bit. "Why does it sound so funny?" Don looked at her carefully, thinking again about how much people remembered from their lives outside Eros. Apparently Jaden didn't remember that magic wasn't supposed to work, but somehow managed to hold onto the notion that a flying carpet was somehow wrong. While all of this was going on, they had followed India down to the thick grass of the floor and to the open lawn-like area spread out in front of the club's entrance, where there were six large colorful blankets arranged in a circle around a thick, squat wooden post with a flat top. Don was quite positive those blankets and that post had not been there when he and Victor had come in, and it looked like that post was set quite firmly into the ground. "Oh, the spinner game!" Jaden said happily. India smiled warmly at her redheaded friend and walked toward the post, which came up to just under her full breasts. She beckoned to Don, who was quite happy to come closer. He saw that there was a very basic spinner, like the kind you would use to play a game of Twister, on the top of the post. Beneath the spinning arrow, the top of the post was clearly divided by thick black lines into six sectors corresponding to the six blankets. "The women go to a blanket, then the men spin and go play with that woman," India explained. She held up a good-sized hourglass, which she seemed to produce out of thin air, and said, "When time is up, they stop and come spin again." Don nodded and grinned, "Sounds like fun." "It is!" India smiled back. "Now, how many people do we have?" Both Don and India looked around and did a quick head count. There turned out to be six guys, including Don and Victor, and eight women, including India, Jaden and Vixen, who was now pretty much naked, just like everyone else. "I'll keep the time," India decided, and then said, "Rain and Lena do you mind sharing?" The trim brunette with the long dancer's legs and the curvy blonde with very long straight hair looked at each other, giggled a bit and said no, quickly moving together to claim one of the blankets. The other women each took a place, as India explained the simple rules to the guys. "When I call 'time' you have to stop," she said seriously, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Don and Victor, it's your first time, so you go first." Don gestured for Victor to go ahead, and then watched as the big guy spun the little metal arrow, which finally stopped on the sector matching up with a gorgeous woman with an amazing body and long black hair with silver streaks running through it. While Don had to admit that there was no losing in this little game, he hoped he didn't have to wait too many turns to get paired up with that beauty. Don spun the arrow and found himself paired with an adorable woman with beautiful full breasts, thick red hair, sparkling eyes and an infectious smile. She flashed Don a big grin as he came toward her, and said, "Hello there," with an unmistakable Australian accent. "Hi," he smiled, and then added, "I'm Don." She looked him over in a very friendly way and said, "Pleased to meet you, Don. I'm Bella." Don was vaguely aware that there was a bit of a hold up as one of the guys had to spin again. "Sometimes we just play that you go wherever the spinner sends you, but India seems to want to make sure things are evened out – for now, anyway," Bella explained. Somehow Don was picking up on a bubbly enthusiasm in her voice. Don took the time to notice that counterclockwise, to his left, the next blanket had Vixen and the one after that had Jaden, each of whom were paired up with a male Jungle Room guest. To his right, or clockwise around the circle, were a blanket with a staggering beauty with long brown hair and then the blanket with Lena and Rain, each blanket also now graced by a guy. Victor and his partner were directly opposite Don and Bella on the circle. "OK," India called, "time starts ... now!" Bella wasted no time, stepping up to Don and slipping her arms around him. He felt her soft breasts pressed against his belly as he leaned his head down to kiss her upturned lips. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth for his tongue and pulling him even closer to her. Don felt his cock rising between them, and then Bella's hand slipping around to take hold of it, pulling and caressing it. It was hard to tell whether Bella was drawing him down or he was lowering her to the blanket, but somehow they ended up lying together, still kissing passionately. His hand moved up between her smooth thighs and his fingers were stroking her outer lips, already moist with her nectar, while her hand continued to move up and down on his now very hard cock with a tight grip. Don's fingers slipped between her lips and began to push up into Bella's warm pussy. He was very happy that she was so wet already. He worked his fingers slowly up into her, pausing for a moment to find and tease her clit with the end of his thumb. She groaned into his mouth and squeezed his cock still tighter. Don pushed his fingers further up into her, pressing his palm against her clit. As he began to fuck his fingers in and out of her grasping pussy his palm ground against her clit. When they finally broke their kiss for a bit of air, Bella gasped, "Fuck!" Don smiled and leaned in to kiss and bite at her neck, which elicited a low, "God, I love that!" Around him, Don could hear the sounds of other women and men beginning to get quite worked up. It was a heady situation. Then Bella was saying in his ear, "You need to fuck me with this big cock of yours, Don." Don was about to say, "It would be my pleasure," when India's voice called out, "Time!" Don left Bella with a smile and a kiss, and returned to India at the post. This time Don went first, and was pleased to be directed to the blanket on which Jaden reclined, waiting. On his left, counterclockwise, was the gorgeous woman he'd noticed earlier, along with one of the guys Don didn't know; on the right was Vixen and another guy. Don made a mental note that he should start paying more attention to men's names. None of this mental orientation and reflection distracted him from the woman at hand. As he knelt down between her long, slender legs, Don smiled at Jaden and said, "At long last." Everyone must have quickly spun and sorted things out, because India shortly called, "Begin!" Don grinned at Jaden as he leaned over her reclining body to give her a kiss. He planned to make it brief, but she wasn't having it; she kissed him hard and long, hungrily even. Don didn't even think of resisting, but leaned down further, on his hands and knees over her, until she was lying back on the blanket beneath him. When their kiss broke for a moment, Don took the opportunity to begin kissing his way down her lithe body. He was tempted to linger over her beautiful breasts, but had another destination in mind and was very much aware of the time slipping by, so he moved down along her firm belly until he was kissing the tops of her firm, smooth thighs. Jaden spread her legs open for him as Don settled between them, planting kisses on the sensitive skin on the insides of her upper thighs and then, lightly, on her exposed labia. He felt her shiver in anticipation, and then heard her moan lowly when he ran his tongue over her. Don gently parted her lips with his fingertips and moved his tongue up along her moist inner lips, brushing it over the tip of her clit as he finished. He repeated this, and then again. He felt Jaden's hand on his head then, encouraging him to dine more enthusiastically. Don smiled to himself and began pressing his tongue against her harder, focusing more and more on her sensitive clit. Hearing Jaden murmuring approval as she began to rock her hips against the pressure of his lips and tongue, Don began to work two fingers up into her very moist pussy. He kept licking at her clit, keeping the pressure on it, while he fucked his fingers in and out of her. It didn't take too much of this before Jaden cried out and pulled his head even closer to her. Don pushed his fingers deep into her pussy and sucked on her clit as her body clenched and shuddered around him. He felt slippery, sweet wetness covering the lower half of his face and his hand. "Oh, god!" Jaden breathed at last. Don slowly released her clit, but kept his fingers up inside her. He was about to see how quickly he could make her cum again, when India called, "Time!" Jaden managed to pull him in for another passionate kiss, which he was quite happy to let keep him from being among the first to spin this round. In fact, by the time he got up from the blanket, Victor was waiting to take his place with Jaden. Don thought Victor's big, muscular body and dark skin were an interesting contrast to Jaden's slender frame and relatively light complexion. Victor's cock was already quite hard, and Don suspected the two of them wouldn't wait long before getting right down to business. Don finally managed to get to India and the spinner. The beautiful mistress of the jungle smiled broadly at him and said, "Only one spot, Don. Go with Rain and Lena." Don thanked her with a smile, and quickly made it around to the blanket where the two women were waiting. They didn't let him lie down, but stopped him as he made it to the blanket, on their knees in front of him and smiling up at him. Don felt like he was in a porn scene as first the lovely blonde Lena, and then the pixie-ish brunette Rain, took his cock into her mouth, sucking it and teasing the underside with her tongue. When she didn't have his cock actually in her mouth, each girl was leaning in to kiss at the shaft or underneath to lick and suck at his balls. Occasionally, they stopped to both kiss and lick their way up his shaft and over his head, which led them to kiss each other playfully while Don watched. For once, Don was utterly oblivious to what was going on to either side of him. It didn't take much of this treatment before Don had his hands on their heads and was standing there fucking his straining cock in and out of first one pretty mouth and then the other. Although India had coaxed an intensely powerful orgasm out of him, Don felt sure that Lena and Rain were about to make him come in spectacular facial cum-shot fashion. They could sense his impending climax and stopped sucking him. Instead they smiled up at him as Lena pumped his cock in her fist and Rain caressed and squeezed his balls. "Time!" The girls dutifully, and all too promptly, stopped stimulating him with their hands, and Don gave a loud, heartfelt groan of frustration. Lena and Rain laughed and each gave the head of his cock a light kiss. Don leaned down to give them each a quick kiss before returning to India and her spinner. "Having fun, Don?" the beautiful India asked with more than a little mischief sparkling in her eyes. He nodded and said, "This is a very nice place!" "I am glad you think so," she smiled. Don took his turn flicking the spinner and was delighted to be directed to the blanket where the gorgeous woman with the amazing body and silver-streaked hair waited. He smiled as he approached, saying, "Hi, I'm Don." She smiled back at him and said, "Hello, Don. I'm Emmy." He thought her accent was Dutch or something like that. She reached out to him, slipped her warm hand around his waist and drew him down to her on the blanket. As he settled between her legs and smiled down into her cheerful eyes, she took his cock in her hand, pulling it down and getting it positioned just right. She said in his ear, hot breath on his neck, "I don't know about you, but I have had enough foreplay." Don nodded his agreement, but couldn't find any coherent thoughts to express as he pushed himself into Emmy's very warm and wet embrace. Lying there with their arms wrapped around each other and Emmy's legs pulling Don in, they began to kiss and fuck intently. Don was aware of her tongue and lips pressing and moving against his, and of her full breasts pressed against his chest as they moved, and of her arms and legs pulling him tighter to her, but the sensations of his cock sliding in and out of her strong, smooth pussy as it squeezed and pulled at him overrode everything else. Normally, Don made sure to work his body against his partner to make sure she was as stimulated as possible, but now Don was lost to his lust. He bent his back, gaining purchase with his knees and feet as he thrust with his legs, and held on to her shoulders, pulling her down on him. For her part, Emmy seemed just as intent on encouraging Don to ravish her. In fact, Emmy began to come first, shaking and trembling in Don's arms. Feeling her pussy pulling and squeezing at his cock sent him over the edge, and Don found himself shoving up into her hard as his cock erupted, pumping hot cum up into her pussy and womb. Don held on to Emmy for long minutes as they shook together moaning. Don felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked over to see India's lovely face framed by her thick, black hair. She was smiling fondly at both of them. She leaned in to kiss Don's cheek, and said, "That was beautiful. Let's all go over to the orgy bed." With a happy grin on his face, Don let India and Jaden help him up and lead him deeper into the Jungle Room, to the raised platform with cushions and pillows he had noticed earlier. Now he saw that there was a raised bolster along two edges, making it seem more like a very large couch or a day-bed on steroids. All fourteen of the people who had been involved in the spinner game, including India, tumbled in naked confusion onto the orgy bed. Jaden insisted on trying to "repay" Don for earlier, and, with some extremely talented oral ministrations, with her finger slipping up into his butt along the way, she quickly had his cock rock hard again. While she was so engaged, one of the other guys got behind her, coaxed her up on her knees and began to fuck her vigorously. Similarly, India took advantage of Don's position and straddled his face. Don immediately began to lick and suck at the dark beauty's sweet pussy and clit. The orgy, spurred on by the XYZ pumping in their veins as well as the erotic, torch lit jungle environment, went on for what must have been hours. Some of the people drifted off and some newcomers joined in, and Don lost count of how many women he had fucked, kissed and licked. Some moments stood out, of course: watching Jaden enthusiastically riding up and down Victor's thick cock; fucking Bella's tight ass while she had another cock in her pussy; fucking himself in and out of Vixen's very talented mouth and throat as Victor rammed into her pussy from behind; watching Emmy and Lena in a very hot 69... Then, as things were winding down, the guys who were still functioning ganged up on India, each one, and sometimes two at a time, taking their turns cumming inside and on the beautiful woman. Don sat back and watched happily, lost in a happy post-orgasmic daze, until everyone else was done. Then, he took his place between her legs. She smiled up at him sleepily, and murmured, "Yes, Don, fuck me." He nodded, and pushed his cock up into her very wet and slippery pussy, squeezing quite a bit of sticky white cum out of her as he did. Slowly and deliberately, he fucked himself into the jungle queen, holding onto her nearly limp, sweaty body, lightly kissing her full lips. She moaned as another in a very long line of orgasms swelled up inside her exhausted body, and Don pushed into her as his cock swelled and flooded her sex with his last cum of the night. Stroking her hair and kissing her forehead, Don laid her gently back on the bed. He was asleep before he was able to pull out of her. Don's Monks at the Abby of Records The Abbey of Records At the top of the rocky path, which had actually been occasionally augmented by actual steps cut into the stone of the mountainside, the little troop found something of an expansive, broad shelf. A stream fell tumbling down the mountain, and formed a rushing brook that cut across the shelf in front of them, running right to left, on its way to join in the wide lake that dominated the level area.  For the most part, the place looked like a well-tended park or picnic ground. On the other side of the brook was the other distinctive feature of the green shelf: a stone building, or a tight complex of buildings, from which sprouted a tall tower of pinkish stone. Toshia thought the building, or buildings around the base of the tower resembled a monastery more than anything else. As for the tower itself, with its coloration, and the way the upper stories swelled out to accommodate a larger space at the top, it was rather obviously phallic. That's a bit heavy handed, she thought to herself. Although, after their sweaty climb, which had taken several hours, the sight of that beautiful lake, and the thought of a swim, was quite appealing, Don and Toshia led the little troop straight for the bridge that spanned the brook and carried the path they were on toward the tower. As they approached, Toshia was surprised to see that there was a large, very dark-skinned man standing there, barring the way onto the bridge. She was pretty sure he hadn't been there a moment before. He had thick muscles, stood at least two meters tall, and was leaning on a very large and shiny sword. Of course, he also had a prodigious cock and a pair of heavy balls hanging between his legs. None of them had had any kind of play since they had convened by the pool that morning, prior to leaving the Resort by way of the now rather cooperative gate, so Toshia wasn't at all surprised that she found herself thinking she would like to see if this big, black fellow was as good a fuck as she imagined he must be. He didn't look like he was there to offer sex, though. When they got close enough, the big man held up his hand and said, "Halt." Naturally enough, Toshia thought, he had a deep, sexy bass voice. "Hello," Don offered. "We would like to visit the tower." "The tower is not open to all," the man said impassively. "To whom is it open?" Toshia asked. "To members of the Order and to eligible pilgrims." Toshia got the sense that making these pronouncements was the whole point of this man's existence. He intoned his lines as if he was an actor with a small cameo part that he would nevertheless act the hell out of. Don frowned a moment before saying, "We're pilgrims. We need to speak with the Sage of the Tower." The big, black man said nothing for a long moment as he looked the party over carefully. He fixed each of them with his inscrutable dark eyes as if he was examining their souls, or at least reading their minds. Finally, he said, "Three of you may pass." Don asked, "Do you mean the three of us?" as he indicated himself, Toshia and Nicole. The impassive guard nodded once. "Good guess," Toshia whispered. "It just seemed to make sense," Don muttered. "What are our friends supposed to do?" Toshia asked, but the man didn't even bother to shrug. "We could wait by the lake," Shelonda suggested. Toshia was about to say that was a good idea, but Amy chimed in, asking, "How long will you be?" "That's a very good question," Don nodded. Shelonda frowned and then offered, "Why don't we go for a swim, and if you're not back when we're done, we'll just go back down to the Resort and you can come meet us there?" "I like that idea," Amy grinned. Toshia suspected Amy would be quite happy to give up their little quest and stay at the Resort indefinitely. "The Resort's a big place," Victor observed quietly. "That's right," Don nodded. "Why don't we try checking in with the Sheriff? You guys stop in and tell her where you're going, and we'll ask her where you are." "I'm not sure the sheriff will appreciate that," Toshia thought, but nobody else had any better ideas, so the sextet split into two groups – Amy, Shelonda and Victor heading off to swim in the lake, as Don, Nicole and Toshia slipped past the muscular guard and crossed the wooden bridge. There was no sign or any other indication of where they should go, but they could only see one door: a heavy, wooden thing of dark brown, with a large metal knocker set in the middle of it. It struck Toshia just then that there was nothing at all sexual about this door, the wall it was set into, or the building attached to the wall, unless you counted the gigantic phallus sticking out of it, of course. Toshia reached out and lifted the clapper and let it fall. There was a very loud bang on their side of the door. After a long moment, she banged again. "Maybe nobody's home," Nicole offered. Don opened his mouth to respond to this, but before he could speak, the door swung open. A young man with blond, disheveled hair and striking blue eyes peered around the door at them. He was wearing a brown robe, like what Toshia imagined monks wore, only this one looked like it had been thrown on in a great hurry; the belt around his waist was only loosely tied, and the brown hood fell around his shoulders in obvious disarray. "Um, hello," the young man said, "welcome to the Abbey. Please come in." "Thank you," Don nodded, as he led the way through the doorway. They were admitted into a comfortable but simple foyer, where half a dozen other brown-robed young adults assembled hastily to greet them. They were a mix of men and women, but they were all in the same state of muss as the fellow who had opened the door. Toshia could well imagine what they had been up to before she'd banged on their front door. "We're looking for the Sage," Don announced. "Yes, of course," said a voice from behind the small crowd of young people, who quickly parted to let the speaker come forward. This was a tall Asian gentleman who definitely looked more like a monk than the others. He was older for one thing, and seemed to have a more serene and unruffled demeanor. He smiled at Toshia and the others and said, "Welcome to the Abbey of Records, we will be happy to conduct you to the Sage. However, we have something of a ritual we would ask you to follow." "What sort of ritual?" Toshia asked, remembering the rite they had participated in the night after they had left the Manor. She couldn't decide at the moment if she was more titillated or leery of such a prospect. The tall man smiled and said, "Nothing alarming, I assure you. First we would offer to refresh you after your climb – a bath and some food and water. Then it is our custom to interview you in some detail about your experiences here in Eros." Don and Toshia conferred silently by means of a quickly shared glance and barely visible shrugs. They both seemed to think that Nicole would go along with whatever they decided. Toshia smiled back at the tall man and said, "Some refreshment would be very nice, thank you." The man bowed a bit, and said, "Alan, please attend to our guests. I will prepare the scribes." The young man who had opened the door bowed lower and said, "Yes, sir." He then turned to Toshia and her friends and said, "If you'll follow me..." They followed Alan as he led them into the Abbey and down a series of corridors, all as simple, even rustic, as the foyer. The half dozen brown-robed ... Toshia wasn't sure what to call them ... followed along in a hushed but clearly excited train. Finally, they came to a wide, open sunlit courtyard with an array of big stone basins cut into the floor. Each basin was filled with clear water (of the XYZ variety, of course) that sparkled in the midday sun. There was a profusion of flowers all around the courtyard, filling the area with bright colors and pleasant scents. A young woman with dark red hair and freckles smiled almost shyly at Toshia as she took her by the arm and gently led her toward a water-filled tub to the left. Toshia noticed that Don and Nicole were each being taken to nearby, but separate, tubs. "May I help you out of your clothes?" the little redhead asked. "Certainly," Toshia smiled. It only took a moment before her sandals and dress were discarded and Toshia was slipping into the warm bathwater. The redhead quickly tossed her brown robe off over her head and joined her, bringing along some soap and a big sponge. Toshia just relaxed and enjoyed the attention as the girl began scrubbing at her skin. She only smiled as the pretty blond Alan stripped down and joined them, helping by washing Toshia's hair. Toshia hadn't been so well cleaned or so pampered since leaving the Manor, and there was no question that it felt very good indeed. Of course, the combination of being immersed in XYZ, the presence of the two sexy, naked bodies, and the way her body was being touched and stroked, soon had Toshia thinking mischievously. Her hands began to move up along the strong legs of her bathers. She slipped her hands up and around to give each of their bottoms a squeeze. The redhead's breast was in Toshia's face then, and she went ahead and gave the ruddy little nipple a kiss. At about the same time, her hand managed to find Alan's half erect cock, so she began to squeeze and pull on that. The two young people laughed happily and began to caress Toshia's body more playfully. Soon the girl was squatting down in the water next to Toshia, with her sponge moving purposefully between Toshia's legs; Alan was standing in front of Toshia with his now quite hard cock standing out in front of him as he carefully, but thoroughly rinsed Toshia's hair; and, Toshia, meanwhile, busied herself kissing and sucking on the purple head of that sex organ as she worked her left hand up between the redhead's legs to stroke her lips and clit under the water. The girl leaned in to help Toshia with Alan's cock, kissing along the shaft, and reaching up to fondle his balls with her free hand. The sponge was doing wonderful work under the water as the redhead rubbed it back and forth over Toshia's pussy and clit, and Toshia had to concentrate to move her own fingers productively. She shifted a bit so that she could slip two of her fingers up inside the redhead's pussy, letting her palm take care of keeping pressure and friction on the girl's clit. This left her freer to concentrate on Alan's cock. Toshia took hold of the base of Alan's cock with her right hand and began to suck on his broad head more deliberately. She enjoyed the sensation of having it fill her mouth, moving over her lips and tongue. As she felt her body responding to the sponge between her legs and the oral stimulation of sucking Alan's cock, she began to suck him harder and faster, her hand pumping the base of his shaft as the redhead continued to kiss his balls and groaned now and then as Toshia's fingers fucked in and out of her. As it turned out, the redhead was the first to come, gasping and whimpering as she clung to Toshia's shoulder and Alan's leg. Alan followed soon after, his fingers tangled in Toshia's hair and the redhead's, his body shuddering, and his cock spewing hot cum into Toshia's mouth and down her throat. Toshia was still swallowing hungrily, when she felt her own orgasm ripping through her body in waves of bright ecstasy. She held onto Alan's cock and kept sucking on it until she could open her eyes and catch her breath. Then, with a smile and a kiss, she let it go and took a moment to look around. In the tub closest to hers, Toshia saw that Don had slid down in the water so that his head was resting on a towel on the lip of his tub, and a naked woman was – somewhat precariously – kneeling over his mouth, enjoying the oral treatment Toshia now knew so well. At the same time, a very generously buxom young woman was riding up and down on Don's lap; while smiling happily and squeezing her own big tits tightly. A bit further away, Nicole was bent over the edge of her own tub as a particularly well-muscled young man fucked in and out of her from behind. Toshia could clearly see that Nicole had cum splattered over her face – no doubt contributed by the gentleman who was now running a sponge over Nicole's back. Just then Toshia's attention was drawn closer to home, as a robed woman with dark brown hair and a warm smile knelt down next to her with a platter bearing a selection of fruit and a tall glass of water. "Ah, thank you," Toshia smiled, as she took an apple and the glass. By the time Toshia had eaten half her apple, Nicole was being served fruit and water. By the time she was done with the apple and finishing off her water, Don was coming up for air and being offered refreshment. As Toshia finished her drink, the girl who had helped bathe her and more took the apple core and glass from her. Alan helped her out of the tub and proceeded to dry her with a nicely soft towel. She looked around then for her clothes, but was being presented with a grey robe, which was more like a bathrobe than the monkish ones the others were wearing. "We thought you wouldn't mind if we washed your clothes for you while you're here," said the smiling woman who had brought Toshia fruit. In short order, all three of them had been fed and watered, and were wearing comfortable grey robes. Apparently sex time was over for now, and they were led back into the Abbey, where they were met again by the tall Asian man. He offered them a friendly smile and said, "In the interest of a more accurate report, we would ask that you each be interviewed separately. We have three scribes ready to begin, if you don't mind." Toshia was conducted into a comfortable room that she thought could best be described as a study. There was a plain, but nice, wooden desk, a window high up on the wall facing the door that let in warm afternoon sunshine, a couch, and what looked like a comfortable easy chair. Sitting on the other side of the desk, at an old fashioned typewriter, was a man with a darkish Mediterranean complexion, and warm brown eyes. His head was shaved, but he had a dark black mustache and goatee. He rose as Toshia entered, showing that he was rather tall. Like the others he was wearing a brown robe. He leaned forward over the desk and extended his hand, saying, "Good afternoon. My name is Esteban." "Pleased to meet you, Esteban," she smiled as she shook his hand, a little amused at the sudden manners after just having engaged in a little orgy with complete strangers. "I'm Toshia." "That's a very pretty name," Esteban smiled. "Is it short for... No? Very good. Please make yourself comfortable." As Toshia considered her options, her escort retired back into the hallway without a word, and without closing the door behind him. She supposed this was intended to reassure her and her friends. Smiling a little to herself, Toshia decided to sit in the easy chair. When she took her seat, Esteban likewise sat down in front of his typewriter, and raised his hands over it, laying his fingers lightly on the keys. "We have some basic questions to ask to begin," he said with another charming smile. "First, though, how do you spell your name?" After Toshia told him, he asked, "What is the last thing you remember before waking up in Eros?" Toshia was a little surprised at this question, but said, "Going to bed with my girlfriend, Sarah." Esteban's fingers flew over the keyboard quickly. "Was that at night?" "Yes." "Was there anything special or distinctive about that evening?" His English was perfectly clear, though he had a noticeable Hispanic accent. "Not that I can recall." "Did you have sex that night?" "Um, why do you ask?" Esteban shrugged and offered her another sympathetic smile, "These are just the questions we're supposed to ask." "Who says you're supposed to ask?" "The Sage," he answered as if he expected that to deal with any and all objections. "What was the last thing you remember before waking up in Eros?" she tried. "I'm afraid I don't remember anything," he said, for the first time not smiling as he looked at her. "I only found out that people sometimes remember such things after I had been here quite some time." "Does that bother you?" He paused thoughtfully before saying, "It makes me curious." "No," Toshia said after a moment. Then she added, "We did not have sex." "How long had it been since you had sex before that night?" "I'm not sure. A couple of weeks, I think." Toshia frowned. At the time she hadn't been particularly aware of how long it had been, but now, after the last couple of weeks in Eros, "a couple of weeks without sex" sounded like a very long time indeed. "Thank you," Esteban said. "Now, please tell me about your experience when you first woke up here." Toshia proceeded to tell the story of how she and Don woke up together in the Manor. Esteban prompted her to explain her pre-Eros relationship with Don: Had they ever had sex? How would she characterize her feelings for him? How long had it been since they had seen each other? He seemed genuinely interested, and his fingers typed at an amazing rate without any hint of getting tired. Toshia explained how they had started exploring that bedroom and about the Nymphets dropping out of the ceiling. Esteban encouraged her to describe the girls as well as she was able, and then asked for details about her first sexual encounter in Eros. Toshia found herself smiling a bit as she recalled the orgasm Virginia had cheerfully given her, as well as the sight of Don playing with all three of the girls. She eventually got to tell how she had slipped away and found the secret door. As she got the hang of the level of detail and narrative Esteban was looking for, Toshia was able to move along a bit more quickly, without being stopped for additional detail. She gradually began to feel free to include the occasional aside and observation. While she was telling the story about the dodge ball game Toshia realized she was enjoying herself. By the time she got to the Ball, and her first little orgy, in that little side room with Lilith, Toshia realized she was getting rather wet. She pressed her thighs together under her robe, and tried to concentrate on telling the story. When she got to the point in her story in which she was alone with the Lord in his room, Esteban began to press her for more details, about her mental and emotional state – "What were you feeling and thinking when you were watching Don through the mirror?"; "What was it like to have such intense one-on-one sex with a man you'd only just met?" and Toshia found herself extremely horny. She couldn't tell which thing was arousing her more: the XYZ in her system, reliving her first day in Eros in such detail, or Esteban's friendly but, almost professionally, detached interest. Also, perhaps thanks to remembering the Player and his companions, Toshia found herself in a particularly mischievous mood. So, rather than simply throw off her robe and throw herself at Esteban, which struck her as a particularly good idea at the moment, Toshia leaned back in her chair and put one of her feet up on the edge of the desk in front of her, letting her robe fall open around her naked leg. She began to idly run her fingers up and down along her thigh as she continued answering Esteban's questions. As she told how the Lord had first entered her and began to fuck her with his big cock, Toshia parted her legs further and let her fingers lightly play over her pussy, which was now exposed to Esteban's view. By the time she got to the part where she asked the Lord to cum in her mouth, Toshia's fingers had slipped between her labia, to smear her wetness over her eager little clit. She kept telling the story as her fingers alternated between stroking her clit and pushing further and further up into her very moist vagina. By the time she told how she had the Lord lie on his back and then mounted his cock, Toshia was fucking herself with three fingers and frantically stroking at her clit with the other hand. Esteban was watching her intently, without for a moment pausing in his typing. She had definitely come to enjoy showing off almost as much as she enjoyed watching others. "I rode him there like that, on top ... on top of him, his cock fucking in and out of ... in and out of me ... until I started to come and come. Damn," she breathed, feeling her orgasm approaching quickly. "Then, he rolled us over and ... he pulled out and came all over... Oh, fuck!" Then she was unable to speak, as her teeth clenched and her body tensed, pushing her back against her chair as her leg pushed off against the desk. She came in a long rolling wave of ecstatic thunder pounding in her veins. She shoved her fingers deep up inside herself and kept stroking her clit until she could take no more and then collapsed back on the chair with a heavy sigh and a happy grin. After a moment to catch her breath, she said, "Then he carried me into the bathroom where he and a lovely young man bathed me before tucking me into bed." "That was all one day?" Esteban asked, apparently not too distracted by Toshia's display to continue working. "Not even a whole day," Toshia smiled. She didn't make any move to cover herself, but continued to idly toy with herself as she narrated the events of the following day. By the time she got to the story of the disco, she had shrugged herself out of her robe, and was casually caressing her naked body, flaunting it in front of Esteban, who certainly made no sign of objection. She was describing the atmosphere in the dancing pit of the disco, when she decided that enough was enough. It didn't help her patience that she had long since been aware of sex noises coming from other rooms nearby. She asked abruptly, "Don't you ever take a break?" Esteban smiled broadly and said, "Only when the interviewee requests one." "Oh, well, I'm requesting one!" she laughed. "Come over here." In another moment, Esteban was standing in front of her with his robe held up and his cock in Toshia's mouth. Although she planned to make him cum right then and there, he pushed her back, and knelt down between her legs. He pressed his mouth to her pussy; the thick black hair of his mustache and goatee felt strange against her skin after so many partners without any facial or pubic hair. Esteban certainly knew what he was doing, and in only a minute or two she was gasping and moaning with another orgasm. He didn't waste much time, then, in rising up on his knees and inching forward to press the head of his cock between her lips. Still shivering from her orgasm, Toshia nodded her approval and reached out for his hips to pull him closer. Without bothering to take off his robe Esteban pushed the full length of his hard cock up inside her, as he ran his warm hands over her body. When he cupped her breasts in his hands, Toshia moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tightly into her. He continued to squeeze and caress her tits as he began to move himself in and out of her pussy, all the while watching her face intently. Toshia lay back against the chair, arching her back and rocking herself on his cock, looking back up at him with half closed eyes. His robe fell between their bodies and contributed to the stimulation of her clit. She was having a series of little orgasms as they fucked, but when she felt his cock swelling inside her she felt another big, intense, body-racking one hit her. She was moaning and trembling as his cum flooded her pussy, and Esteban sagged over her in happy satisfaction. Toshia smiled up at him impishly, and said, "Thank you very much. I think all jobs should feature that kind of a break." Somehow, knowing that she could stop the proceedings at any point and have sex with her handsome scribe made it a bit easier for Toshia to get on with, and concentrate on the telling of, her story. She got through the orgy in the steam room, before straddling Esteban on his typing chair and riding him to another orgasm as he kissed, bit, licked and sucked at her nipples. After she described the ball, their exit from the Manor, and the intense rite with her being fucked senseless by the guardian of the p

As Modern Wealth Management continues to grow, one of the additions we're very excited about is our office in Rochester, New York. Our Rochester-based team members specialize in 401(k) plans, which are typically people's largest asset as they head into retirement. So, we figured it would be good idea to have Michelle Cannan, CPFA™, QKA®, QKC, our head of company retirement plan services and managing director of our Rochester office, join Dean Barber on The Guided Retirement Show to discuss how a 401(k) plan works and many other nuances about 401(k)s. Along with covering how a 401(k) works for plan participants, Michelle will share a little bit about the roles of the plan sponsor and plan provider. In this podcast interview, you'll learn: How Our Team of Retirement Plan Advisors Works with 401(k) Plan Sponsors The Roles of Retirement Plan Advisor, Record Keeper, Sponsor, and Participant with How a 401(k) Plan Works How 401(k) Plan Automatic Enrollment Works Roth vs. Traditional Considerations START PLANNING To get a full recap of today's conversation, including the biggest takeaways and links to all the resources mentioned, visit GuidedRetirementShow.com/110 Learn More about Retirement Planning Find out more about retirement planning and Modern Wealth Management, by visiting modwm.com

This is a mish mash podcast episode moving through some energy expansions as you move through the next few months. I talk about key dynaimcs to lean into for your spiritual growth. There is a lot of chatting about spiritual evolution and the key elements to your pathway at this time. This is the last episode in Season 2 of the Light Warriors Unleashed podcast and Season 3 will be back in May of 2024. So as we reset and unwind, preparing for the next shift in the energy field, let this message sink in. It's powerful AF and let's move with it. Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.   She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram  https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well  https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here:  https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

This conversation was expansive. We deep dive into so much in this episode from moving from the head to the heart, what is the holy f*ck, the sacred water within us. We discuss ancestral healing and the trauma within our bodies and our imprint in humanity. We also moved into the mature and immature energies of the divine masculine and feminine. What's next in the collective and what the ascension process really is. We move into deep rooted healing talk too and this whole conversation was so powerful.  Xo EnjoyUlrika came to a point where she had to choose between Life or Death …Today Ulrika shares her experiences and embodied wisdom from her Heart, with nearly 30 years of experience of traditional Western and Eastern Holistic disciplines. Her work as a Spiritual healer, International Author, Reader of the Akashic records, Medicine woman and Yoga teacher/therapist takes her around the globe, and she works with men and women of different ages, from all fields of life.The essence of Ulrika´s work is to increase consciousness, and to guide you into your Heart. Her latest books “Holy F*ck and Sacred Water – the Secret Connections to Everything” and “The Sacred Soul – A Divine Evolution through Time and Space” are here to make a difference in your ascension process.One of Ulrika´s gifts is to help you transform old “inner shit”, your karma, into flow and freedom, so you can be connected to who you are on a Soul level.Her vision is simply to contribute to a more beautiful, conscious, and loving world.You can find her: Website: (where you can also access the books) www.ulliskarlsson.com https://ulliskarlsson.com/karma-clearing/ https://ulliskarlsson.com/holy/ (holy fuck book) IG: www.instagram.com/ulrikaulliskarlssonColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power. She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. Her newest live FREE Masterclass is on March 28th called the Whisper, details here… https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/thewhisperYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

Let's talk about the spiritual journey. Some things to consider, some things I am seeing move through the collective. The real calling to trust ourselves and keep expanding our intuition. The grit energy and how to show up in this energy, today to make movements. Some things to consider as you move through this beautiful energy of expansion (some days it doesn't feel beautiful) All of this and so much in this week's episode xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power. She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024 The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. A new free masterclass is live... we start on March 28th and it's called the Whisper... link here to register https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/thewhisperYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPWant the free Surrender Masterclass that I taught? It's pre-recorded and will literally change the way you see your spiritual evolution. Here is the link.. grab it! https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/surrender

Intuitive business, Energetic business , Spiritual based businesses... We chat about all this and so much in this podcast episode. What are we seeing right now in the collective when it comes to stepping into impact. How is the healing work affecting our own work and what's necessary now for us to understand How we can grow and scale, without having to sacrifice ourselves is one of the keys, we also dive into that. Where is the entrepreneur wave moving into… What can we expect with our spiritual evolution. We chat about it all on this episode.  Xo Enjoy Cassandra Rosa is a certified life and healer and intuitive business coach. She helps spiritual entrepreneurs create fulfilling lives and impactful businesses. In her coaching practice, she loves to teach her clients how to clarify their path to their purpose, connect to their inner confidence and create the fulfilling business they daydream about. Cassandra Rosa is a Reiki master, an award-winning speaker, and award-winning author of the book Now What: Create the Clarity to Achieve Your Dreams. Cassandra also is a podcast host of a personal development and business podcast called Fulfilled Female Entrepreneur. It's available on all major podcast platforms! Check out her website www.cassandrarosa.com to learn about her signature course Fulfilled Femme Entrepreneur.Find her: Instagram: www.instagram.com/cassandrarosaa/ Website: https://www.cassandrarosa.com/ Podcast: https://anchor.fm/theffepodcast Book: https://geni.us/NOW-WHATColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. She has a new 5 day free masterclass coming up starting March 28th 2024! The Whisper… grab it here. https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/thewhisperYou can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfP

When I think the matrix and the belief systems that have been embedded in us, i'm just like wow. But we don't any different, until we know different.  So let's debunk some things shall we. I lean into 4 aspects in this podcasts that could literally change your whole life. It's a potent transmission and I had a lot of challenges recording it too... so you know it's juicy, but more importantly so necesary.  Let's chat about them. Xo Enjoy.  This is the link to the free masterclass, The Whisper that I mention in the podcast https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/thewhisperThis is the FB Group, Spiritual Warriors too... https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channeling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024 The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneurs

We lean into advocacy, self expression, exploring life, the spiritual side and all things poetry in this episode. Keisha and I, deep dive into healing journeys and how collapsing the boxes are part of what is needed today in society. We lean into her journey to poetry and the mission she is on in the world to express it in herself, but also help others heal by expressing it through them. Poerty in its typical form, isn't what we lean into. We lean into the expression of the heart through the words, that then create the unique flow of the poetry. Your poetry, your way. The limitations are the only ones we set within ourselves. Let's dive into this creative world together… Xo Enjoy Keisha S. Harrison, the visionary behind “Keisha Harrison Inspires: The School of Poetic Communication,” is  an empowering coach, motivational speaker, and intuitive poet with over two decades of transformative  guidance. She guides individuals to conquer negative self-talk, foster a deeper sense of self-love, and build  healthy connections with themselves and others through the innovative program, Poetic Communication.All the places you can find her are on this link: https://linktr.ee/keishaharrisoninspiresColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channelling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursWant the free Surrender Masterclass that I taught? It's pre-recorded and will literally change the way you see your spiritual evolution. Here is the link.. grab it! https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/surrender

Compromising will not get you anywhere. It only keeps you out of alignment. We have been conditioning as a society to comprise ourselves in jobs, relationships, our desires and dreams… all things. I want to bust this open today with this conversation. I want to bring in the energy of liberation for you in today's episode to feel it and become one with it.  As you are free if you choose to be. Let's talk today about how compromising is limiting your life and what you can do about it. Enjoy xo Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channelling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective.You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPWant the free Surrender Masterclass that I taught? It's pre-recorded and will literally change the way you see your spiritual evolution. Here is the link.. grab it! https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/surrender

The womb, the feminine portal all the things. This has been a dominate conversation in my world lately and it does not surprise me at all that Jessica, the beautiful being and energy that she is owns this. We dive into the dark feminine dynamics and what this means for women. How can someone embody their dark feminine without toxicity and strife. We lean into the ancient codes of the darkness within the feminine energy and the potency of what that means for women and the collective as a whole. How can we explore the embodiment of both the healed feminine and masculine energies. How can we honor our desires and lead within the power of a healed version of us… All this and so much more in this episode Xo Enjoy Jessica Angileri is a Feminine Embodiment and Erotic Educator who devotes her life into revolutionizing the way women connect with their divine feminine, body and sensuality. She is the founder and creator of Feminine Remembrance, a life changing immersion of embodiment, sacred sexuality and manifestation.  With a Master Degree in Education, Former Professional Brazilian Samba dancer, and devotional studies of the Tantric Taoist Embodiment Arts, Jessica guides modern day, high achieving women around the world to reclaim their erotic feminine power, aliveness and place in this world with no apologies.You can find her: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@awakenthefeminineInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/jessica.angileri/Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/awakenthefemininewithin Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/eroticheartsisterhoodhttps://jessicaangileri.com/feminine-remembrance-come-home-to-yourself/Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channelling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPWant the free Surrender Masterclass that I taught? It's pre-recorded and will literally cha

Let's talk about the 88 numbers… Abundance and prosperity are our birth rights. I tap into this episode with the conversation about us playing to win. About us really leaning into life. The purity of our life. Prosperity is our birth right. Abundance is our birth right. The wealth codes are real. Let's chat about this… Xo Enjoy Colleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channelling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPWant the free Surrender Masterclass that I taught? It's pre-recorded and will literally change the way you see your spiritual evolution. Here is the link.. grab it! https://lightpreneurs.kartra.com/page/surrender

A car accident created her spiritual awakening,  she should have died. Instead a whole career change came into play when her purpose was rocked and truth radiated through the industry. The same patterns showing up again and again. (Mostly with men, but we know it's deeper than that :)) Not listening and then not trusting, the same thing, looking different over and over again. The standards and the boundaries that are coming through to be able to own your truth and move through into the next level.  This deep rooted trust that you can execute and be happy in the life that lights you up. We dive into somatic experiences, her wealth of knowledge and the mission she's on today. Katie's story is a powerful one of choice and grit, with an underlying intuitive flow.  This one I can't wait to share with you…. With a lot of laughs too.  xo Enjoy Katie Kozlowski is a master energy and embodiment coach and the creator of the ShaktiBomb Method™️. She helps smart, spiritually driven, and highly motivated people create big breakthroughs so they can create more of what they want by connecting to their core beliefs, needs, and desires.Her biggest passions include helping people break patterns, smash boxes, step into bigger possibilities and embrace their true nature. And she is wild about watching beautiful souls who are ready for a change come into their power.For the past 14 years Katie has helped people overcome their fears, heal trauma, restore their power and create big breakthroughs. And her signature method ShaktiBomb is one of the most creative and fun ways to embody change and growth.Find her: Instagram: www.instagram.com/iamkatiekozlowski Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/katie.kozlowski/ Website:  https://www.katiekozlowski.com/movewithme https://www.katiekozlowski.com/contact-meColleen Lindberg is a Soul Mission Activator and Spiritual Guide Her mission on earth is to dismantle the conformity infrastructures holding us back, so people can fully embody their potency and power.  She believes that each soul mission's is a unique rhythm that is meant to ripple through the world. Her programs, teachings and channelling abilities , guide Light Warriors into more embodiment into their light, owning their unique tools and vibration. She speaks multiple light languages, works with deities like Thoth and the Emerald Tablets, Merlin and Golden Avalon Energy, Goddesses of Egypt, The Archangels, especially Metatron and the Record Keepers of the Akashics. Her potency in transmissions has been known to shift energy in real time, collapsing time line narratives and activating spiritual gifts. Her light language spiritual album is launching in 2024The Revolution of Sovereignty is a real thing, she is a leader within this collective. You can find her on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecolleenlindberg/You can find her on YouTube as well https://www.youtube.com/@ColleenLindbergAnd some of her current offers can be found here: https://linktr.ee/lightpreneursThe Spiritual Warriors Group on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/cVZwQMUkYRW8joMV/?mibextid=K35XfPWant the fr

This week is a bit of a longer conversation than usual because... well... Jeni is so amazing! I met this awesome human in a networking meeting and the rest is history. Have you ever wondered why am I here? Why do I do these things? What does it all mean? Those are exactly the kind of questions you can ask the Record Keepers and Jeni can help you get some guidance! Jeni Holla's journey underwent a dramatic shift from being a high-earning sales career and softball Hall of Famer to embracing her true calling as a transformative Energy Healer, Akashic Records Guide, and Soul Activator. Two years ago, she and her husband traded their conventional lifestyle for a nomadic existence. This experience led to healing and the release of societal conditioning, unveiling her innate affinity for spirituality, soul activations, and the Akashic Records. Jeni's unique approach to personal transformation revolves around energetics, soul frequency and alignment. She supports conscious leaders and spiritual entrepreneurs who are tired of battling their minds and yearn to activate self-trust, strengthen their intuition and align to their highest timeline. You can often find her outdoors, grounding and connecting with nature. When her nomadic journeys lead her near mountains, she will be out hiking the trails and absorbing the mountains' potent energy. Connect with Jeni here... https://solo.to/theakashicnomad Free weekly-ish Channeled messages from the Akashic Records: http://jeniholla.com/ Soul Activations Video Podcast: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8Qmhb8pyBXawm_zhc-cBWUJKZtkZ_HAf IG: https://instagram.com/theakashicnomad FB: https://facebook.com/jenihollaadventure TT: https://tiktok.com/@theakashicnomad YT: https://youtube.com/@theakashicnomad You know how much I love talking about all the aspects of wellness... with that in mind, have you checked out your Wellness Score yet?    A quick little QUIZ- answer a few fun questions and find out how you score!   Take the QuizDid you miss any episodes? You can find me on all the podcast places! Apple Podcasts  Google Podcasts  A whole bunch of other platforms as well!  Connect with me on FaceBook and Instagram Curious to find out more about how coaching can help? Book a Curiosity Call with me! #livetothefullest #findhappiness #transitioncoach #achievegoals #coachingwomen #happinessisachoice #enjoyeverymoment #lifecoaches #mindsetchange #empoweryourself #purposedriven #worklifebalance #happylife #lifecoach #empoweredwomenempowerwomen --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/heatherstewartcoaching/message

AbbeyoftheArts.com/Lift-Every-Voice Christine Valters Paintner is joined by author Claudia Love Mair for a series of video conversations. Every other month they take up a new book by or about a voice of color. The community is invited to purchase and read the books in advance and participate actively in this journey of deepening, discovery, and transformation. This month they are joined by Dorcas Cheng-Tozun to discuss her book Social Justice for the Sensitive Soul: How to Change the World in Quiet Ways. A timely, delightfully readable, and much-needed book. —Booklist, starred review Social justice work, we often assume, is raised voices and raised fists. It requires leading, advocating, fighting, and organizing wherever it takes place–in the streets, slums, villages, inner cities, halls of political power, and more. But what does social justice work look like for those of us who don't feel comfortable battling in the trenches? Sensitive souls–including those who consider themselves highly emotional, empathic, or introverted–have much to contribute to bringing about a more just and equitable world. Such individuals are wise, thoughtful, and conscientious; they feel more deeply and see things that others don't. We need their contributions. Yet, sustaining justice work can be particularly challenging for the sensitive, and it requires a deep level of self-awareness, intentionality, and care. In Social Justice for the Sensitive Soul, writer Dorcas Cheng-Tozun (Enneagram 4, INFJ, nonprofit/social enterprise professional, and multiple-burnout survivor) offers six possible pathways for sensitive types: – Connectors relational activists whose interactions and conversations build the social capital necessary for change – Creatives artists and creators whose work inspires, sheds light, makes connections, and brings issues into the public consciousness – Record Keepers archivists who preserve essential information and hold our collective memory and history – Builders inventors, programmers, and engineers who center empathy as they develop society-changing products and technologies – Equippers educators, mentors, and elders who build skills and knowledge within movements and shepherd the next generation of changemakers – Researchers data-driven individuals who utilize information as a persuasive tool to effect change and propose options for improvement Alongside inspiring, real-life examples of highly sensitive world-changers, Cheng-Tozun expands the possibilities of how to have a positive social impact, affirming the particular gifts and talents that sensitive souls offer to a hurting world. AbbeyoftheArts.com/lift-every-voice/social-justice-for-the-sensitive-soul/

Starring Katie Rubin & Cassidy Brown Featuring - Amy Lizardo The Clan of the Cave Bear Theatah… Down to Earth People, In the Clouds People…  Never Less! An actual definition of the difference between Spiritual and Religion, Thanks Amy! Amy's life of death defiance.  57:57 - Akoshik/Meditation/Prayer - Katie opens Amy's records and they are BRIGHT! The Record Keepers waste no time advising Amy to do some hard work.  FB/IG/T @allanswerspod Send your questions to, allanswerspod@gmail.com, maybe we'll answer your question, maybe we'll just get you on the show to ask it yourself. Katie Rubin .com  Join the facebook community for great conversations with like minded individuals.  Thanks for the listens and support, Please Rate/Review and tell a friend.  Go to whatsoundsawesome.com  Hello Sounds Awesome Nation. I know, you thought you were just a fan of this one GREAT podcast but NO, YOU are part of a nation of awesome podcasts. And, I am here to welcome you to some of the other wonderful citizens of this digital land. Each week this month of September 2023 I will be introducing you to another show in the form of one of their amazing episodes. If you like it, you should search for them on your podcatcher of choice and check out some more of their delightful episodes. Or go to whatsoundsawesome.com to find them all in one place.  I don't know what show you're listening to, because I'm only going to do this introduction once, but if you go to whatsoundsawesome.com you can find; Time Travel movies, Comedy/Spirituality, The Wheel of Time, Fitness/Nutrition, and Awesome Women, in the form of Time Pop, All The Answers, Truth Not Trends, Thank the Light, Be Brave, and That Fitness Couple, again you can find them at whatsoundsawesome.com, or wherever you find fine, free podcasts.  AND, if you would like to join this great nation while receiving the best audio engineering your voice deserves, head on over to whatsoundsawesome.com and click the Rates/Contact tab and get in touch with me Desmond McNeese. Now enjoy this Great episode from the catalog of Sounds Awesome from We Mixed It LLC

Author Charles Martin explores the story and themes of his latest novel in the Murphy Shepherd series, “The Record Keeper .” He tells of his real life experiences that inspired the themes of identity and the fight against human trafficking. He also shares the story of Jesus like only a storyteller can. *Originally aired July 25, 2022* Faith Radio podcasts are made possible by your support. Give now: click here

Want to see the video version of this podcast? https://youtu.be/sxR8EJnMKkE Jason Satterlund is an award winning film director who has been working on films for over 25 years. He has extensive experience in all areas of production including directing, producing, writing, cinematography, and editing. He works all over the world directing, commercials, documentaries, music videos, and feature films. Early on he developed his skills as a storyteller and uses them to this day on projects as diverse as sci-fi steampunk action films, high end commercials, underwater sea life in the tropics, television shows, top country music artists in Nashville, Tenn, and feature films. He is the only person ever to conduct a night shoot in the ancient city of Petra, and the first person in America to use film lenses on an HD camera. Satterlund has done extensive work for clients such as Warner Brothers, Bon Jovi, Amazon, Microsoft, Jack White, CNN, Hallmark Entertainment, ABC, and the country of Jordan. He is creator and director of the award winning feature film, "The Record Keeper," which premiered at the Raindance Film Festival in London, and won the first annual Geekie Awards. WATCH 'THE ABANDON' TRAILER https://youtu.be/govvM1kKauY MORE VIDEOS WITH JASON SATTERLUND https://bit.ly/2B5y9aA CONNECT WITH JASON SATTERLUND http://www.jasonsatterlund.com https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1387235 https://www.facebook.com/JasonSatterlundDir https://www.instagram.com/jasonsatterlund https://twitter.com/JasonSatterlund https://vimeo.com/bigpuddlefilms https://www.youtube.com/user/BigPuddleFilms VIEWERS ALSO WATCHED What You Don't Learn In Film School - https://youtu.be/VBcQVQ2ZaMI Directing Great Television: Tools For Creating Compelling Drama - https://youtu.be/-aCFpiow7sw Beginners Guide To Making Movies That Make Money - https://youtu.be/1B9k3b_StaA Directing Actors: Creating Memorable Performances For Film & TV - https://youtu.be/xE2o1yERgu4 How To Make The Movies You Want To Make - https://youtu.be/hpSSRjSb8-k BOOKS WE RECOMMEND https://buff.ly/3o0oE5o SUPPORT FILM COURAGE BY BECOMING A MEMBER https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs8o1mdWAfefJkdBg632_tg/join CONNECT WITH FILM COURAGE http://www.FilmCourage.com http://twitter.com/#!/FilmCourage SUBSCRIBE TO THE FILM COURAGE YOUTUBE CHANNEL http://bit.ly/18DPN37 LISTEN TO THE FILM COURAGE PODCAST https://soundcloud.com/filmcourage-com Stuff we use: LENS - Most people ask us what camera we use, no one ever asks about the lens which filmmakers always tell us is more important. This lens was a big investment for us and one we wish we could have made sooner. Started using this lens at the end of 2013 - http://amzn.to/2tbtmOq AUDIO Audio Recorder - If we had to do it all over again, this is probably the first item we would have bought - http://amzn.to/2tbFlM9 LIGHTS - Although we like to use as much natural light as we can, we often enhance the lighting with this small portable light. We have two of them and they have saved us a number of times - http://amzn.to/2u5UnHv EDITING - We upgraded our editing suite this year and we're glad we did! This has improved our workflow and the quality of our work. Having new software also helps when we have a problem, it's easy to search and find a solution - https://goo.gl/56LnpM *These are affiliate links, by using them you can help support this channel.

Awakened...Now What?! EPISODE 306 ACCESSING THE AKASHIC WITH JOSEPHINE HARDMAN, PhD Josephine Hardman is an Intuitive Healer and Akashic Records Teacher. After spending ten years in academia and attaining her MA and PhD in English Literature, she followed her intuition to become a reader and teacher of the Akashic records to help others heal and rediscover their true divinity. Josephine is certified in numerous healing modalities and combines her knowledge and research in academia to translate the imagery and symbolism of the Akashic. She is dedicated in her life's mission to help her clients become sovereign beings and free them of past conditioning and dysfunctional patterns.  1:52 How Josephine started reading the Akashic Records 5:28 How Josephine's academic background translates to reading the Akashic Records 10:00 What are the Akashic Records? 13:23 Where are the records stored? 15:52 Ervin Lazlo's research into the Akashic Field 19:04 3 Important aspects of the records 22:47 Contract revocations through the Akashic Records 31:12 Spontaneous access to the Akashic Records 32:55 Rules and Guidelines to the records 36:47 Josephine's own blocks to her access 39:32 Accessing information from alternate timelines 43:27 Accelerating karmic resolution and patterns with assistance from the records 44:00 Can plant medicines and psychedelics assist us with access to the records? 46:09 Accessing the Akashic of another planet 48:10 The Record Keepers and their spiritual homework 55:07 Negative time travel and rewriting the Akashic Records 58:26 Josephine's greatest joy as an Akashic Records teacher 1:00:09 Now What?! Contact Josephine Hardman Here! https://josephinehardman.com/ Illuminate your spiritual awakening with Awakened...Now What?! ⁠https://linktr.ee/awakenednowwhat⁠ Become a subscriber! Get access to SPOTLIGHT episodes, After-shows, and exclusive content for a monthly subscription! ⁠⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/awakenednowwhat/subscribe⁠

Featuring Erin Meiling Stuart Hi friends! This week on the castiest cast around, Cassidy Plays in front of a live studio audience, Katie Prepares for her cross country road trip by checking the weather through the Records, Cassidy shares that which he hates most about himself and we all forgive him.   Next up, Erin Meiling Stuart joins the chat with the cast and she's “kind of” a four about it. So, Katie, Naturally pulls up Erins Human Design Chart and We Get Into it.  Erin then asks the Record Keepers about taking a job and she gets an earful about listening to her cosmic pull about her willful latchment All The Answers is a podcast about Consciousness, Friendship, The Akashic Records,  Psychic Awareness, Spirituality, Comedy, Enneagram, Human Design Starring Katie Rubin and Cassidy Brown, featuring Guests and your energy.  Go to Katie Rubin .com  FB/IG/T @allanswerspod Send your questions to, allanswerspod@gmail.com, maybe we'll answer your question, maybe we'll just get you on the show to ask it yourself. Join the facebook community for great conversations with like minded individuals.  Thanks for the listens and support, Please Rate/Review and tell a friend. 

Do you ever wish your life came with a manual? Have you been wondering about your life purpose? If you said yes, you are going to love this week's book! Your Soul Has a Plan – Awaken to Your Life Purpose through Your Akashic Records by Lisa Barnett is an amazing resource for anyone on the spiritual path. It is filled with prayers and exercises to help you connect with your own ‘Akashic Record Keepers.' The ‘akashic records' are like the ‘library of the astral realm' which holds all the information about your soul's journey, past lives, current karma, etc. When you learn how to access these records, you can heal on a deep level. In this episode, I will share wisdom from this brand-new book, along with special prayers for your own healing. There are also four free gifts that you will receive when you purchase the book using the link below!  I am SO excited to share that next week Lisa Barnett will be my guest!  PS- If you click here to purchase this book, you will receive four additional gifts, including an Akashic Guided Meditation, Abundance Prayer Book and Akashic Records Masterclass! Key Learnings: You are a quantum soul having a human experience. You are an ‘Ancient Traveler' who has moved through time and space, and through many lifetimes on earth. The Akashic Masters or Record Keepers are beings of Light that assist you in your soul's journey throughout this lifetime. They can give you insights into your soul's plan. Prayer for Creating Your Dreams:I am clear. I am focused. I am ready to do whatever it takes to make my dreams come true. I know that my clarity with the assistance of Akashic Records creates miracles in my life. I am seen, heard, and recognized for the gifts and talents I offer. The universe conspires with me to make magic happen, and my dreams come true. So it is. Blessed Be.     “The Akashic Record Keepers are beings of Light that will help you gain insights about your soul's plan.” Lisa Barnett Click Here to Purchase Your Soul Has a Plan by Lisa Barnett and receive four additional gifts! To join the Magnify Your Miracles membership, email me at frances@francesfayden.com If you love the image on the wall behind me of Mother Mary Blessing the World, you can order your own museum quality copy at www.deepaliu.com

 "Exhilarated, I listen to a fleeting moment,  getting a glimpse into its magical world. A record keeper of all time. "Its gracefulness brings me peace. "Limited by my senses, merely scratching a surface, I imagine a sonic sphere, the transformative vessel. "Pulses carrying the pattern. I dive into the unknown, creating a response to its call." Fin whale reimagined by Þóranna Dögg Björnsdóttir. Part of the Polar Sounds project, a collaboration between Cities and Memory, the Helmholtz Institute for Functional Marine Biodiversity (HIFMB) and the Alfred Wegener Institute, Helmholtz Centre for Polar and Marine Research (AWI). Explore the project in full at http://citiesandmemory.com/polar-sounds.  IMAGE: Aqqa Rosing-Asvid - Visit Greenland, CC BY 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

One of our most frequent guests, Charles Martin, is back in the studio today. SPOILER ALERT - if you haven't read his new book The Record Keeper, go ahead and get your Kindle app open and download the book now! Okay, are you ready to join us for book club? Let's go! (Because of the nature of Charles' novel, we talk about some topics, like human trafficking, that may be painful for you, and too grown-up for my miniBFFs. Please listen with those thoughts in mind.) . . . . Sign up to receive the AFD Week In Review email and ask questions to future guests! #thatsoundsfunpodcast . . . . . Thank you to our partners! Cru: Text FUN to 71326 to help now or visit give.cru.org/ThatSoundsFun Athletic Greens: Athletic Greens is going to give you a FREE 1 year supply of immune-supporting Vitamin D AND 5 FREE travel packs with your first purchase. All you have to do is visit athleticgreens.com/soundsfun. Shopify: Go to shopify.com/soundsfun, for a FREE fourteen-day trial and get full access to Shopify's entire suite of features. Stitch Fix: Sign up today at StitchFix.com/THATSOUNDSFUN to get $20 off your first purchase. LifeMark Movie: See LIFEMARK in theaters nationwide beginning September 9. Get your tickets today at LifeMark Movie.com . . . . . NYTimes bestselling Christian author, speaker, and host of the That Sounds Fun Podcast, Annie F. Downs shares with you some of her favorite things: new books, faith conversations, entertainers not to miss, and interviews with friends.

Greg gets the month off while Michael talks about his basement discoveries and the importance of keeping historical records.What?Adventist Pilgrimage Podcast is a monthly podcast focusing on the academic side of Adventist history and hosted by historians Greg Howell and Michael Campbell. This podcast is a part of the Adventist History Project.Links:Web http://adventisthistorypodcast.org/Support: https://www.patreon.com/AdventistHistoryPodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/adventisthistorypodcast/Watch: http://youtube.com/c/adventisthistoryOther Shows to check out: Adventist Pilgrimage Podcast Adventist History Podcast Adventist History Extra

What does it look like to lead from the “blank page” every day? That's what Mike Linch discusses with bestselling author Charles Martin in this episode of the Linch with a Leader podcast. Charles shares about his dream of becoming a professional football player, and how God used a devastating, career-ending injury in college to help shape what would become an incredible career in writing. From humble beginnings, to the struggles he has faced as an author, Charles is an open book in how God has continued to pen his story through the years. You will be blessed!Charles Martin is a New York Times bestselling author of 18 previous novels, including his most recent, The Record Keeper. His work is available in 35+ languages. He lives in Jacksonville, Florida with his wife and their three sons.

What does it look like to lead from the “blank page” every day? That's what Mike Linch discusses with bestselling author Charles Martin in this episode of the Linch with a Leader podcast. Charles shares about his dream of becoming a professional football player, and how God used a devastating, career-ending injury in college to help shape what would become an incredible career in writing. From humble beginnings, to the struggles he has faced as an author, Charles is an open book in how God has continued to pen his story through the years. You will be blessed! Charles Martin is a New York Times bestselling author of 18 previous novels, including his most recent, The Record Keeper. His work is available in 35+ languages. He lives in Jacksonville, Florida with his wife and their three sons.

Author Charles Martin explores the story and themes of his latest novel in the Murphy Shepherd series, "The Record Keeper ." He tells of his real life experiences that inspired the themes of identity and the fight against human trafficking. He also shares the story of Jesus like only a storyteller can.

Are they even real? What's the cervix anyway? And how can you have cervical orgasms?   All of my personal clients and friends want to know how to get to the Holy Grail of female orgasm.   This is what I tell them…   Learn all about the Queen of female orgasm, why they've been kept a secret for so long, how to de-armor the cervix, and how to have cervical orgasms right here!   Episode mentioned was Episode 90 Cervix as Self: Reconnecting to Your Inner Oracle and Record Keeper on the Medicine Stories podcast: https://open.spotify.com/episode/4PUGKL12xF1AHQ0gLeBUbZ?si=4bf8eb311d334dbb   —--------------------------------   Purchase your 100% nephrite jade egg or obsidian stone dildo from my online shop here: https://www.tillystorm.com/store   —--------------------------------   Download my free Hot to Start a Jade Egg Practice eGuide with 6 audio-guided practices to get started using your jade egg today right here: https://www.tillystorm.com/jade-egg-practice   —--------------------------------   Download my free audio training 5 Days to Epic Sex and Pleasure for High Achieving Moms here: https://www.tillystorm.com/5daytraining   —--------------------------------   Want to fast-track your transformation into a multiorgasmic mama via sex and intimacy coaching? Apply for the Sensually Embodied Woman Coaching Program here: https://www.tillystorm.com/sensually-embodied-woman

The women's embodiment movement tends to stop at the womb, but cervix lies even deeper and contains an abundance of information about where we've been and what is needed now. From healing abnormalities and infections to connecting with the deep self for guidance and healing, let us peel back the layers and remember our innermost knowing. TOPICS: How Denell healed her cervical dysplasia and completely got rid of both strains of cancer causing HPV (without the LEEP procedure or other Western medical interventions) The anatomy of cervix and what our culture has gotten wrong about it Asking yourself the question- what is my cervix telling me? Cervix asks us to face ourselves How alcohol, bad food, and bad sex affect cervical well being Healing the past in the present- closing timeline loops by revisiting where we fragmented to reclaim ourselves  Cervix is your inner oracle How the current trend of feminine embodiment misses cervix How to connect to your cervix The medical myth that the cervix has no nerves and therefore you can't feel it Denell shares a powerful & very vulnerable story about realizing that she had gotten lost in “sensual Instagram boss babe” culture and finding her way back to the devotion to women and cervix that first called her The connection between pelvic and dental health All the ways we abandon or even abuse ourselves to conform to the overculture The power of softness RESOURCES: The Cervical Wellness website Cervical Wellness Online Course (25% off coupon code available for patrons here) Denell on Instagram Medicine Stories Patreon (3 bonuses for this episode!) Our herbal & mushroom medicines MythicMedicine.love  Take our fun Which Healing Herb is Your Spirit Medicine? Quiz Mythic Medicine on Instagram Medicine Stories Facebook group Music by Mariee Siou (from her beautiful song Wild Eyes)

This week on the cast of all casts, the team discusses the following ideas:  1.  Healers need time to heal, so let us do that.  K?  2.  Maybe let the teachers.... do the teaching.  Except when you actually have something useful to offer.  BUT.  Have you reeeeeeally examined your reasons for saying what you're about to say?  3.  Human Design transits are real.  Like, watch out! levels of real.  4.  Ra Uru Hu, author/transmitter of Human Design's Origin Story- HOLY CRAP!  And, lastly, from within the Records, the The Record Keepers remind us that 4.  The purpose for this human experience is to be good at being the being that you're being.  Ya dig?Check out our Patreon page Katie Rubin .com  FB/IG/T @allanswerspod Send your questions to, allanswerspod@gmail.com, maybe we'll answer your question, maybe we'll just get you on the show to ask it yourself. Join the facebook community for great conversations with like minded individuals.  Thanks for the listens and support, Please Rate/Review and tell a friend. 

Dr. Michael Campbell sits down with Drs. Benjamin Baker and David Williams to discuss the oldest Adventist recording we have.

In episode eleven of Talking To The Dead In Suburbia, host Anna Raimondi – spiritual medium, motivational speaker, healer, and author – interviews Maureen St. Germain – practical mystic, akashic guide, ascension teacher, and author. Maureen and Anna cover many interesting topics including: the akashic records, sacred geometry, the higher self connection, and fifth dimensional living. Maureen also shares some of her predictions for 2021! Connect with Anna Raimondi: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anna.raimondi/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/annalraim/ Website: https://www.annaraimondi.com Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/tranquilspirit41 Connect with Maureen St. Germain: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stgermainmaureen Website: https://maureenstgermain.com Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClZ3Fer8C8UL4fezup-sZGQ Connect with The Angel Cooperative: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/angelcooperative/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AngelCooperative Website: https://theangelcoop.com/ About this week's guest: Maureen St. Germain is an Internationally acclaimed Ascension teacher and author, who has developed full-proof techniques to access your Higher Self introduces her latest book, Opening the Akashic Records, Meet your Record Keepers and Discover Your soul's Purpose. In it she details how to simply and easily access your own Akashic Records. Founder of the Akashic Records International, Inc. a training and promotion organization she was granted access to this dimension that has been closed to most of humanity for eons. She is a direct channel to Source. Known for her Amazon best-sellers, and the power of sacred tools, Waking Up in 5D, Beyond the Flower of Life and Be A Genie, she loves sharing knowledge she has gained from her years of research and meditation on ancient truths. Traveling worldwide since 1995 and teaching wisdom teachings and sacred practices she is the author of 6 books that have been translated into multiple languages including Russian, Chinese, German, Spanish, Italian and Swedish. Labeled a modern-day mystic in Famous Wisconsin Mystics, she has taught in 24 countries, including China, Japan, Australia, Bulgaria, Turkey, Egypt, England, Scotland, Canada, Mexico and the US. She has taught at the prestigious American centers Kripalu and Omega Institute.