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Have you ever wondered why cats' claws retract and dogs' claws don't? It all has to do with function dictating form. Cats are solitary hunters that surprise their prey. Retracting...

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Slumber's Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.' 'You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear. 'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.' 'Is it really a curse?' asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last. 'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured. 'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.' 'Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?' 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.' 'I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.' 'That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily. 'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.' 'Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.' 'Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.' 'I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.' 'Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?' 'Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.' With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ' 'Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?' 'Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?' 'Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.' 'Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?' 'Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam. 'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ' Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.' 'Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.' 'That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.' Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ' 'Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.' 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.' Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.' 'Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.' Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.' 'Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.' By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Slumber's Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.' 'You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear. 'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.' 'Is it really a curse?' asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last. 'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured. 'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.' 'Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?' 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.' 'I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.' 'That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily. 'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.' 'Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.' 'Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.' 'I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.' 'Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?' 'Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.' With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ' 'Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?' 'Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?' 'Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.' 'Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?' 'Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam. 'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ' Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.' 'Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.' 'That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.' Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ' 'Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.' 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.' Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.' 'Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.' Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.' 'Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.' By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Retracting tissues is an essential part of surgery. We need to be able to hold the wound open so you can see and operate on deeper structures. In this fourth episode of her ten part series, Sunpreet Cheema explores the fascinating histories of the inventors behind three indispensable surgical retractors: the Senn's, the Weitlaner and the Balfour.

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The U.S. Supreme Court is hearing a case on the approval of mifepristone for medical abortion - a case which could change the availability of the drug in the US, and which hinges on papers linking abortion to mental distress. However, those papers are contested, and some have been retracted already - Julia Littell and Antonia Biggs tell us how that science is being used in court, and why retraction is essential. Awakening from anaesthetic is difficult enough, but imagine you're three and only communicate through sign language - which no one can understand. We hear from Kirsten, a mother who thinks everyone should learn at least a few key sign language phrases. Finally, the London Medical Orchestra is turning 70 - having had their start in The BMJ's letters pages. Stuart Delve and Peter Gough help explain the orchestra's longevity.   01:00 The Supreme Court Case on Medical Abortion 10:27 The Role of Journal Editors in Scientific Integrity 19:54 The Impact of Deafness on Patient Experience 30:57 The Joy of Music in a Medical Career: London Medical Orchestra   References Analysis: Correcting the scientific record on abortion and mental health outcomes WYPIT: The importance of British Sign Language Asha's instagram for BSL tips London Medical Orchestra's 70th anniversary concert - 6:30pm, Sun, 10 Mar 2024  

Aurthi Muthukumaran (@aurthi.pa) is an emergency medicine and orthopaedic surgery physician assistant and high-level tennis player.She joins Ara on this week's episode of #TheTamilCreator to discuss why she is a big advocate of the physician assistant role as something that young people with an interest in medicine should pursue, how a shoulder injury playing tennis when she was 13 years old had increased her academic focus, having an innate desire to give back to the Tamil community through her work at SHN (@shnfoundation), how physician assistants positively impact the patient experience while helping to remove barriers to healthcare, how she balanced a demanding academic load with her athletic pursuit of being a high-level tennis player and so much more.Follow Aurthi:- LinkedIn (https://www.linkedin.com/in/aurthi-muthu/) - Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/aurthi.pa/) Timestamps00:19 - Ara introduces this week's guest, Aurthi Muthukumaran00:46 - What led her to a career in healthcare; a tennis injury05:02 - Being further inspired by an opponent in her varsity career06:21 - What is physician assistant; a relatively new role09:35 - Difference between a physician and a physician assistant12:23 - The importance of the pandemic for physician assistants13:57 - Canadian universities increasingly offering PA programs14:41 - Being one of less than 1,000 PAs in Canada today15:29 - Resonating with Scarborough Health Network; the Tamil community16:36 - What Aurthi's day-to-day looks like19:57 - Retracting a patient's abdomen; becoming desensitized over time21:02 - Winning an ‘Excellence in Leadership' award; her advocacy efforts22:21 - Balancing academics and athletics from a young age24:34 - Being used to 10-hour days; being grateful for a busy upbringing29:48 - The importance of maintaining physical and mental health as you age31:49 - Extrinsic motivation versus intrinsic motivation; winning habits37:52 - Where she sees herself in the next 3-5 years; personally and professionally40:28 - Her biggest learning lesson; a steep learning curve when switching specialties43:29 - Advice she would give her 16-year-old self; no such thing as perfection44:34 - The personal legacy she wants to be remembered for by friends and family45:36 - Her dad being an avid chess player; training players who are famous today46:15 - Creator Confessions50:02 - The Wrap UpIntro MusicProduced And Mixed By:- The Tamil Creator- YanchanWritten By:- Aravinthan Ehamparam- Yanchan Rajmohan  Support the show

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Today's episode is a Q&A podcast with Joel Smith. Questions on this episode revolve around swim training, sprint training, plyometrics, and specific training means for athletic development. Much of my philosophy has gone towards motor learning and how athletes can intuitively learn explosive sport skills, that not only gets results, but is also sustainable over time. Today's episode is brought to you by Lost Empire Herbs, TeamBuildr and the Plyomat. TeamBuildr is an online software for coaches and trainers. Use the code “JUSTFLY” for a free 30 day trial of the TeamBuildr software at https://teambuildr.com. For 15% off your Lost Empire Herbs order, head to lostempireherbs.com/justfly. To try Pine Pollen for free (just pay for shipping), head to: justflypinepollen.com. The Plyomat is a functional, intuitive, and affordable contact mat for jump and plyometric training and testing.  Check out the Plyomat at www.plyomat.net View more podcast episodes at the podcast homepage. Timestamps and Main Points 2:11- Explosive Athletic Training with Plyometrics 7:25- Retracting the Thorax for Effective Swimming 17:56- Enhancing Energy Recovery through Breathwork Techniques 24:07- Adjusting High Intensity Training for Sustainability 32:23- Exploring Foot Positions and Pressures for Single Leg Jumping 37:24- Constraints-led Approach in High Jump Training 39:50- Explosive Skills and Athletic Movement Enhancement 44:20- Optimizing Performance through Body-Mind Activation 56:39- Avoiding Impingement with Alternative Squat and Deadlift Variations 59:27- Optimizing Sports Performance through Specific Joint Angles 1:07:21- Enhancing Weightlifting Performance through Neural Activity Show Notes: Marv Marinovich Water Training https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUb1V7hBUMY Transcript  About Joel Smith Joel Smith is the founder of Just Fly Sports and is a sports performance and track coach in Cincinnati, Ohio. Joel hosts the Just Fly Performance Podcast, has authored several books and coaches in both the high school and private sector. Joel was a strength coach for 8 years at UC Berkeley, working with the Swim teams and post-graduate professional swimmers, as well as tennis, water polo, and track and field. A track coach of 17 years, Joel coached for the Diablo Valley Track and Field Club for 7 years, and also has 6 years of experience coaching on the collegiate level, working at Wilmington College, and the University of Wisconsin, LaCrosse. He is currently coaching high jump at Milford High School. Joel has coached 4 national champions, multiple All-Americans, and NCAA record holders in track and field. In the realm of strength and conditioning, his programs have assisted 5 athletes to Olympic berths that produced 9 medals and a world record performance at Rio in 2016.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Meat infused buildings. The Scent of a Donut. The Mage Went To College. What's Shia Leboeuf doing these days. You know I don't really care. The artist formerly known as Twitter. Made Of Crepe Paper And Sticks. Scott Can Feel The Sexy Sax. AmishOverlord is neither Amish nor an OverLord. Discuss. Retracting the Pre-Tip. Wargon love. McLawsuit. Stop trying to make Pre-Tipping" a thing! Naked Treats. Moonlighting feels so right. Swimming in Soup with Wendi and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Meat infused buildings. The Scent of a Donut. The Mage Went To College. What's Shia Leboeuf doing these days. You know I don't really care. The artist formerly known as Twitter. Made Of Crepe Paper And Sticks. Scott Can Feel The Sexy Sax. AmishOverlord is neither Amish nor an OverLord. Discuss. Retracting the Pre-Tip. Wargon love. McLawsuit. Stop trying to make Pre-Tipping" a thing! Naked Treats. Moonlighting feels so right. Swimming in Soup with Wendi and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We learn under what conditions someone who has donated money or land for a shul can retract their donation.

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Episode 192: Discussion - or ranting - about the PWHPA's takeover of the PHF. Suggestion for a women's summer roller hockey league for those who don't get picked up by new teams. The state of the LA Kings, & comments on free agency. Ken Holland's dubious track record. Retracting some earlier statements about Pittsburgh. Speculation about Seattle's future handling of Shane Wright. Question of the week: If NHL GMs had a white elephant gift exchange, which players would be considered white elephants? Recorded 9 July 2023

Terry, Ryan and Duncan have a nice relaxing chat about how Twitch did themselves no favours!Intro/Outro Theme CreditMusic: https://www.purple-planet.comThe Podcast is now also on Amazon - https://music.amazon.co.uk/podcasts/e5a4fd90-faee-45ab-8e43-3c72515dcc33/The-Immaterial-Gamers-PodcastWatch us on Twitch - https://twitch.tv/immaterialgamersCheck us out on FB - https://facebook.com/immaterialgamersFollow us on Twitter - https://twitter.com/immaterialgamerOur Website - https://immaterialgamers.netSPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/show/7w18hsZi6YNHwssH3CoX1YRSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/63077802eb49dd001437e689iTunes:https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/the-immaterial-gamers-podcast/id1438347952?mt=2#Podcast #Videogames #News #ImmaterialGamers Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Christmas Passions: Part 3Slumber's Interlude.By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. ‘Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.''You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice.'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear.'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat.'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly.'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.''Is it really a curse?' asked Emily.'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask.'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed.'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking.'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident.'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently.'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond.'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last.'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard.'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs.In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured.'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.''Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?''I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.''I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.''That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously.'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily.'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.''Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.''Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.''I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.''Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?''Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically.'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.'With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ''Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?''Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate.'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?''Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.''Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?''Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined.His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam.'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, 'Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly.'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.''Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.''That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.'Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ''Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.''Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.'Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.''Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.'Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock.'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.''Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.'By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Closing chapter 4. Retracting a statement of hefker is not effective when the declaration of hefker took place before 3 people - then it's automatically ownerless (and according to biblical law, one witness would be enough for immediate effect, but the sages required 3). Also, chapter 5: where jointly owned property may be subject to vows swearing off benefit, and the question of whether that shared ownership means one must be stringent with regard to the potential benefit, or whether one can assume that the shared ownership means there's no real way to lose the benefit.

Nedarim 44 : Marc Chipkin : 2022-12-08 Retracting the hefker of a field. Being mafkir for a limited time is highly unusual and indicates he intends for its return. The problem of separating tithes for something de'orayta for something de'rabbanan and vice versa.

The Guardian has joined The New York Times, Le Monde, Der Spiegel and El País in signing a letter from the five papers which collaborated with WikiLeaks twelve years ago in the publication of the Chelsea Manning leaks to call for the Biden administration to drop all charges against Julian Assange. The Guardian's participation in this letter is particularly noteworthy, given the leading role that publication has played in manufacturing public support for his persecution in the first place. If The Guardian really wants to help end the persecution of the heroic WikiLeaks founder, the best way to do that would be to retract those many smears, spin jobs and outright lies, and to formally apologize for publishing them. Reading by Tim Foley.

NBC SUSPENDS Miguel Almaguer after RETRACTING his report on Paul Pelosi! Make Sure You Subscribe on Podcast & YouTube! Make Sure You Subscribe on Podcast! Available on Google Podcast, Spotify, Castbox, Apple Podcasts (ITunes): https://anchor.fm/blackandwhitesports Become a Paid Subscriber: https://anchor.fm/blackandwhitesports/subscribe The podcast is all about the world of sports news, sports reactions, and the games. Website: www.blackandwhitenetwork.com Get your MERCH here: https://teespring.com/stores/blackandwhitesports Use Promo Code "USAFIRST" for 25% off any of the merch! After Pay Now Available! NFL PA Threatens LEGAL ACTION after AWFUL Head Injury on Tua Tagovailoa on TNF after SUNDAY's Game! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/blackandwhitenetwork/support

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Fauci flip-flopped because if the pandemic is over,  so are the extraordinary government powers that the Biden White House assumed. Retracting his declaration, Dr. Fauci preserved the emergency use authorization for vaccines, as well. Dr. Malone says children under six don't need to be vaccinated for Covid. Doctors thank Dr. Malone, saying they can't speak up about the perverse incentives that have been created by government because they will lose their licenses, their jobs, their livelihoods. GUEST: DR. ROBERT MALONE, PHYSICIAN, BIOCHEMIST, AUTHOR

Rob Willis from MSA Safety discusses several key changes in the latest ANSI/ASSP Z359.14 standard, and what it means for users of self-retracting lifelines in the industrial safety space. You are listening to audio from a webinar in the Safety+Health Webinar Series presented on Sept. 9, 2021, by MSA Safety. Watch the archived webinar video to see the presenter's slides at https://www.safetyandhealthmagazine.com/events/237-what-the-updated-z359-14-standard-means-for-self-retracting-lifelines

Rob Willis from MSA Safety discusses several key changes in the latest ANSI/ASSP Z359.14 standard, and what it means for users of self-retracting lifelines in the industrial safety space. You are listening to audio from a webinar in the Safety+Health Webinar Series presented on Sept. 9, 2021, by MSA Safety. Watch the archived webinar video to see the presenter's slides at https://www.safetyandhealthmagazine.com/events/237-what-the-updated-z359-14-standard-means-for-self-retracting-lifelines

An encore presentation of episodes featuring members of the ANSI/ASSP Z359 Committee on Fall Protection and Fall Restraint. These episodes offer expert insights into two very important aspects of fall protection and fall restraint, self-retracting devices and anchorage connectors. The first episode features Dan Henn of the Z359.14 subcommittee on Safety Requirements for Self-Retracting Devices […]

Sometimes you look back on your life and realize that you've grown into someone else. That along the way you learned new things about this world that changed your perspective. Here at Wonka Watch, we realized we had changed. We had climbed a Fudge Mountain, turned around, and saw our reflection in the sugar-covered hills, 'til the Timothee Chalamet landslide brought us down into a deep well of despair and truth. This episode is full of retractions, cringey high school videos, music theory, and seeds of hope for Wonka as we finally accept and support Mr. Chalamet as Young Willy Wonka. Support the Podcast: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wonkawatch To keep up-to-date on all things Wonka, be sure to follow us on TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter @wonkawatch. We'd love to hear your concerns (it'd be unhealthy if you didn't have any). Email us at wonkarapture@gmail.com Links Referenced (because even Wonka Scholars cite their sources): Wonka Set Shut-down: https://www.thesun.co.uk/tv/16800279/filming-charlie-chocolate-factory-wonka-covid/ Goo Goo Clusters: https://www.southernliving.com/travel/goo-goo-cluster-store-nashville Tiny Horse: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=182&v=z53ZoWGZtyw&feature=emb_logo Sweet Charity, Timothee's High School Musical: https://youtu.be/ALwHJdDkYUU Statistics: https://youtu.be/BvWefB4NGGI Timmy T Freestyle (Watch At Own Risk): https://youtu.be/F5-f5LMa9_U Talent Show 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ck8fv6iW3E Talent Show 2: https://youtu.be/HoHs1pzFlGo Timothee Chalamet Flirting with Keke Palmer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI2LC_E8zZg Robert Pattinson and Timothee Chalamet in the King: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmSWATt5x8o Timestamps 00:37 A three act tragedy of an intro originally from an episode we decided to trash. 2:47 So, here's what happened to that episode you will never hear lmao. 7:39 Wonka Watch: Wonka filming DELAYED. Goo Goo Clusters is open after renovation! 15:15 We're going to review Timothee's discography, starting with his SNL performance of Tiny Horse. 19:40 A high school musical performance that's . . . good? 21:42 Lil Timmy-Tim's rap history. Let's start with the infamous Statistics video. 25:21 Free-style rap from Lil Timtimtimmy. 26:17 Timothee's school had talent shows and he went hard. Here's the first one. 28:24 Talent Show round two, what we call his "Super Bowl show." 32:13 Our Timothee Chalamet origin stories. How did we know him prior to Wonka? 43:40 Lil Timmy-Tim flirts with Keke Palmer. 48:49 Felicia tried to explain our podcast to someone with mixed results. We then enter a "Wonka Well." 54:11 We support you, Timothee Chalamet. We formally retract all uninformed takes. 54:46 Prequel Predictions. Felicia: Wonka will get tap shoes. Rusty Goffe (head Oompa-Loompa from 1971 movie) will get a cameo or somehow be involved in the movie. Elaine: Wonka will make a chocolate item that will have serious consequences and is the final straw, what makes him an outcast. 56:26 Up next: We review the Johnny Wonka movie, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

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Hi everyone, and thank you for tuning in to another episode of the We Make Books Podcast - A podcast about writing, publishing, and everything in between! This is the final week of Submissions September, for real this time!  We’re rounding out the month with a short episode of questions, concerns, and follow ups.  We got a few inquires and responses over the course of the month and thought it would be a good idea to wrap up with an episode where we answer them.  Thank you so much to everyone that got in touch and we hope that this month-long walk through of the submissions process was helpful.  If there is anything you’d like to hear about that we didn’t cover, let us know!  We’re always looking for topics for future episodes! In case you’re just joining us, this month is Submissions September on the We Make Books Podcast, we’re doing seven (7!) episodes this month all about the process of submitting your novel.  We have a lot of awesome discussions lined up and even some special guests.  Here’s what will be coming your way for the month: Week 1 (9/3/2019): Is This Ready For Other People to See?- Submitting Your Manuscript Week 2 (9/10/2019): My Entire Novel in Three Hundred Words - The Dreaded Query Letter Week 3 (9/17/2019): Agents of Literature, Part 1: An Interview with Literary Agent Caitlin McDonald               (9/18/2019): Agents of Literature, Part 2: Interviews with Agented Authors               (9/19/2019): Agents of Literature Part 3: Interviews with Agented Authors Week 4 (9/24/2019): What is Going On Over There? - The Other Side of the Submissions Process Week 5 (9/30/2019): Now I’m Even More Confused – Submissions September Q&A Episode We Make Books is hosted by Rekka Jay and Kaelyn Considine; Rekka is a published author and Kaelyn is an editor and together they are going to take you through what goes into getting a book out of your head, on to paper, in to the hands of a publisher, and finally on to book store shelves. We Make Books is a podcast for writer and publishers, by writers and publishers and we want to hear from our listeners! Hit us up on our social media, linked below, and send us your questions, comments, concerns, and here’s the thing, Kaelyn’s a long-suffering New York Giants fan and she’s been doing this funny-football-comments-in-the-show-notes bit for the entire month and is curious if anyone has read her weekly rants.  So, the first three people to DM her the score of Sunday’s game (9/29/2019) against Washington get a free Parvus ebook of their choice.  We hope you enjoy We Make Books! Twitter: @WMBCast  |  @KindofKaelyn  |  @BittyBittyZap Instagram: @WMBCast  Patreon.com/WMBCast 00:00 Kaelyn Considine (KC): Hey everyone, welcome to another episode of the We Make Books podcast, a show about writing, editing, and everything in between. I'm Kaelyn Considine and I am the Acquisitions Editor for Parvus Press. 00:11 Rekka / R J Theodore (RJT): And I'm Rekka, I write Science Fiction and Fantasy as R J Theodore. 00:13 KC: And uh, this isn't really an episode episode. 00:18 RJ: It's a minisode. 00:20  KC: Yeah. It's the questions wrap-up. We did get some questions for Submissions September that we wanted to try to provide answers for. 00:27  RJT: Yep, these came in through Twitter and email and conversations we had in person with people so, it is a great little set of specific questions and we ran through them in, not necessarily the order they came in, but the order they would apply to the process. 00:44 KC: Yeah. 00:44 RJT: So it worked out really nicely as a little set of like quick summary... I mean, you obviously won't get everything you would get by listening to the other six episodes of the month but you know it's a good overview and maybe I dunno like a little refresher before the pop quiz next week. 01:02 KC: Absolutely. And no, it seemed like a good way to kind of round out the month. We kept it short, like we intended to. 01:08 RJT: Yeah, so this one, our "short" episode is the length we always think the episodes are going to be. 01:13 KC: But, well, we had a lot of fun doing Submissions September. We won't be doing anything similar to this any time soon. 01:21 RJT: This was a big, big project. 01:22 KC: This was a lot. 01:22 RJT: I think this encompassed three different recording visits. 01:27 KC: I think so. 01:27 RJT: You know, Kaelyn comes in to visit for the weekend and this weekend, in order to finish them all, she had to stay an extra night, and we are done now. 01:33 KC: It's okay cause I got brunch and mini golf out of it. 01:35 RJT: Okay, yes. So we aren't all work, no play. 01:39 KC: So it all worked out in the end and you know, your cats like me now so that's very exciting to me. 01:45 RJT: Yes. 01:45 KC: Anyway, so thank you so much for joining us for this whole month and we hope you enjoy this last episode of just the rounding out of Submissions September. 02:01 MUSIC 02:14 RJT: Well it's been a month, everybody. 02:17 KC: It has been a month. 02:17 RJT: We said this was gonna be a bi-weekly podcast. 02:24 KC: And then we said we were gonna take a month where we do an episode an every week, so it was gonna be four. 02:31 RJT: Yup, and then we said, "hey look we have a lot of interviews, this is too many for one episode."  02:36 KC: And then we had some questions. 02:39 RJT: So we're back with one bonus, final, "hey while it's still September"  02:43 KC: Yeah. 02:43 RJT: Hol' Up A Minute. 02:45 KC: Yeah, welcome. It's Monday, you have to listen to us. Yeah, we ended up with seven episodes. 02:49 RJT: Yeah, let's not do that again. 02:49 KC: No, G-d no. Please. 02:49 RJT: Cause, at this point of time when we are speaking to you in this recording studio, we haven't edited them yet. So we're not even done.  03:04 KC: Very true, but we did have some questions come up over the course of this. If there are things you're still wondering, things we didn't talk about, you know you can still send us questions, maybe we'll do something else like this. 03:16 RJT: These were all sent to us Direct Message and folks didn't say whether they wanted their names used so we're just going to err on the side of privacy. 03:21 KC: Yeah, just you know. Um, if you do wnat us to say it was your name then 03:26 RJT: Let us know. 03:26 KC: Tweet at us. 03:30 RJT: We'll assign credit where credit was due. And some of these were from a couple different directions. 03:32 KC: Yeah, so. Um, so first question: How perfect does my manuscript have to be before I submit it? 03:38 RJT: Yeah. I mean, ostensibly the agent, if you work with an agent, is probably going to do a couple passes with you. We spoke to Caitlin McDonald a couple weeks ago and she said she's gonna do two passes and that sounds pretty common. 03:55 KC: Yeah, that sounds pretty standard. 03:55 RJT: And then they're going to sub it and send to a publisher and the publisher is definitely not going to leave it alone either. So, knowing your manuscript is going to change, how perfect does it have to be? 04:05 KC: As perfect as you can get it. 04:08 RJT: I mean, should I be worried about copyedits or should I just try to catch what I can on my own? 04:13 KC: I know, from my perspective as the acquisitions editor: I do not expect a copyedited document. That said, I do expect a final document. I do expect you've put time and effort into this. 04:25 RJT: So it looks like the final that you would send to a copyeditor and it's just that you might have an opinion on stuff you think could be better. 04:35 KC: And I think it is a little frustrating, some people think like, "Well why do I need bother with that much of if because they're just going to change everything anyway?" And the answer is: You're trying to make a good impression. Also, it's showing me your work ethic. It's showing me the attention to detail and time you put into things and that this is important to you. It is funny because I get manuscripts submitted to us sometimes that I'm like, "I really feel like this is just a working draft, still, somehow." And that's not good, don't do that. 05:10 RJT: And what about manuscripts you get where like the first fifty pages are super tight, super clean, they've clearly been workshopped a couple times but it doesn't carry through the entire thing? 05:20 KC: I appreciate, to an extent, that they knew that I really need to nail the first fifty pages. And the other thing is I don't expect this to be copyedited. Copyeditors are expensive. I don't expect you to do that especially since we're gonna go in and do work on it anyway so we're just gonna get another copyeditor to work on it. 05:40 RJT: So the plot should hold up but you don't have to get all your commas in the right place or a typo or a repeated word. 05:46 KC: Avoid typos, that's.. 05:50 RJT: But I mean, those happen. 05:51 KC: Yeah. I mean, you know, as we always say: Your first couple pages especially, pay very close attention to those. 05:56 RJT: Right, but I'm talking about a three hundred page novel. 05:59 KC: Yeah, if there's A typo in it, it's not the end of the world. There are published novels with typos in them. Not that that's good but it does happen. 06:04 RJT: Right, that's what I'm saying. One person looking at this over and over again is not going to catch everything. 06:11 KC: Exactly. So next question we kinda got, feeding into that... 06:14 RJT: This is sorta into a query letter here. 06:16 KC: Yeah, we're moving into query letter section. What if I don't have any previous publishing credits? Is that a big deal? I mean, no. 06:24 RJT: Every author was a first time author once. 06:24 KC: Yeah. most people don't. A lot of the times when you're querying agents and submitting to open calls of course you don't have any publishing credits. If you did, you'd... I mean, people do leave their agents. 06:40 RJT: Or transition from one to another. 06:40 KC: Or transition and get new ones but I mean, a lot of times you don't have publishing credits, that's why you're looking for an agent. 06:46 RJT: Right, right. And so just to keep in mind you can introduce yourself without you know, puffing this up This isn't like a fake resume or anything like that. If you have an interest or skill related to your manuscript you can mention that but, for the most part, you don't... they don't expect you to say the most impressive thing about yourself. This isn't that party where you have to be that guy. You can just say, like, you know, if there's a gardening aspect in your space opera, just say like, "And I like to garden on the weekends." And you know that's cute. But if the gardening doesn't tie into your manuscript it's not necessary. You can just say..  This would be..you know like, "I am an unpublished author—" 07:35 KC: "I would like to become a published one." 07:37 RJT: Yeah. You're overthinking it, even at this point. Just say, you know, "This is me." 07:42 KC: Yeah, and don't be ashamed of that by any stretch of the imagination. I think there's this intimidation factor where people who are especially trying to submit novels for publication hear about like, people say, "I had this short story published and I had this and this." There are plenty of people who come straight out of the gate to a novel. 08:01 RJT: Right. I did. I'm working stories through submissions process nw, but I had a novel first. 08:11 KC: There's no set linear way to do this. It's. you know, you come into where you come into. There's... it's not... you're not ticking off boxes and then you get to query an agent or submit a manuscript. 08:24 RJT: And I didn't have anything that I could speak to. I was a graphic designer which is cool but it's not pertinent. So I really had very little to say about myself in my query letter, which I read to you during the query week anyway.  08:36 KC: Yes. 08:41 RJT: So go back and listen to it if you're worried about it. But I don't have an MFA and an MFA is not a prerequisite to getting a novel purchased. 08:46 KC: No, G-d no. 08:46 RJT: I don't... I didn't major in English. I took one essay writing class at art school.  KC: Okay, then. RJT: It was pretty much just to spare the art history teachers a couple of classes of having to go over this every semester. Yeah. Don't stress it. You wrote a book, you know, so be proud of that and you know, like I said, you don't have to inflate it. You don't have to be extra humble. Just, you know, write your query letter. 09:18 So, you've sent in this query, however it needed to be written, and you have checked the publisher's submissions guidelines and you know that thay're gong to tell you to expect a response after such and such number of days they might even invite you to reach out and check on it if it's been this long. Or you see on Twitter, "hey we've gone through our entire submissions pile so you should have heard from us." 09:44 KC: "Thanks for submitting." 09:44 RJT: So, what do you do if you have't heard back at that point, in either case? 09:52 KC: Well I mean, if they say you know... like at Parvus we say ninety days for you know follow up the query with us. Here's the thing, if you haven't heard back from me in 90 days there's a good chance I just haven't gotten through the pile yet. It's funny, we say 90 days because that's just a good amount of time but like we get hundreds and hundreds of these when we open for submissions so depending on what's going I may not start reading them immediately. As they're coming in. I try to stay on top of it but that's just not always possible. 10:28 RJT: I know I've heard that some agents for example, will read the query letters and then divert some of those to like hey check this out soon. So they go through the query letters and get through the rejections just based on the query and then they'll go through like the next round of consideration is to open the document and check it out but that may not happen as fast as they read the letter. 10:53 KC: Yeah, I mean, sometimes I can get through these pretty quickly. Sometimes I can't. If you haven't heard back and they say, "feel free to reach out to us," feel free to reach out to them. The response you're probably going to get back is "Yeah I'm still working through everything." 11:06 RJT: Yeah. 11:08 KC: Don't be rude. Don't... 11:12 RJT: Cause you are still technically submitting. This is still part of your interview. 11:16 KC: Well, Don't be demanding, I guess. 11:19 RJT: That's what I mean, like, be decent, be polite, be professional. 11:19 KC: Be just like, "They I'm just following up." 11:22 RJT: This is an extension of the first submission you sent. It's an extension of the impression you're making upon them. So acting as though you're tapping your foot and crossing your arms and raising one eyebrow? Is not gonna d you any favors in terms of how your query is going to be judged. Because frankly we're all human and you can't separate that from the experience of reading. 11:43 KC: No, And you know, I understand there is a little bit of a power dynamic here that maybe isn't necessarily fair but at the end of the day you are... you're applying to something. You are asking someone to give you their time and consideration and, I don't wanna say they don't owe it to you because it's not that. If you submit  12:04 RJT: If they invited you to submit, especially. 12:06 KC: They do owe you that but it's not... you don't get to demand that they pay attention to you right that second. And along those lines, if you get a rejection back don't write back and ask for notes cause that's another demanding of someone's time. 12:26 RJT: And thats a level. There are times you might get notes and that generally is pretty promising. It means you might have needed less work that other people in the pile. 12:37 KC: It also means that maybe you were under, you were considered. It was you know "we're happy you sent this to us. It had some things that we thought needed attention." 12:49 RJT: And this is one of those cases where it's an investment of your time as a publisher to finish this book and if this book needs more work than you budgeted for... 12:55 KC: Than you're willing to put into it.  12:57 RJT: Yeah, so. so you send back notes and that person is, at least got that feedback for the net time they submitted this manuscript They can consider it. Now, if you give them notes, and I know this is probably case-by-case, what about Revise & Re-query or Revise & Resubmit. 13:20 KC: Generally I will say like listen, you know, here's some notes. I always... I don't...  I always feel a little uncomfortable sending notes because it's like, especially if they're unsolicited but generally I think they're appreciated. But I usually send a note that's like, you know, "we really liked this. There are these problems. If you wanna take the suggestion or maybe if you want to work with another editor, please feel free to resubmit with us in the future." And a lot of the times, I'll even say, "Please feel free to resubmit, you can send it right.. directly back to me." 13:55 RJT: Rather than needing to go through the digital system. 13:56 KC: Yeah, the usual process. Because sometimes I'm just like, "Yeah, I'm curious to see what they do with this." And I like it flagged that it's like.. cause, again, I get hundreds of these. And even though a lot of times it is something I'll remember, especially if it's something I sent notes back. You know, you never know. If it gets.. 14:18 RJT: If it's three years later or whatever. 14:18 KC: Yeah, if it goes through the regular submissions manager it can absolutely get lost in the shuffle. So yeah I would say just do not be demanding and do not be impatient and you know if you get invited to revise and resubmit absolutely do that.  14:35 RJT: If you get notes back, though, and no invitation to resubmit? 14:36 KC: Do it anyway. I mean. There are some manuscripts that we've had open calls for and every time I get the same manuscript back. 14:45 RJT: Okay.  14:44 KC: That's not necessarily a good thing but you know there's no ... I don't think I've ever read submissions guidelines that are like, "(If you already submitted to us once don't ever do it again."  15:01 RJT: Okay. 15:01 KC: Have you? 15:01 RJT: Well I know magazine you know like they are pretty strict. It's pretty much expected, I don't even know that they come right out and say it, but some of them do, is like, "you have one shot with this story unless we invite you to resubmit." 15:15 KC: Yeah, okay. That's... novels are maybe a little.. 15:20 RJT: Maybe a little different. So I can understand when someone's getting hundreds and hundreds of submissions that you don't want to open it up and go, "Oh, this one again?" 15:25 KC: Yeah you don't want the same thing over and over. Um, I mean, that said, I'm sure people do it. Just do it is creating the work of having to reject it. There isn't really a way to blacklist people from an open submission. Um, if you get invited to resubmit you absolutely should resubmit because that means they probably 15:47 RJT: Were very interested. 15:47 KC: Were very interested just did not have, for whatever reason, could not take it. 15:52 RJT: It needs more work on your side, basically, before a publisher's gonna take it on and do the work on their side.  15:57 KC: Yeah. 15:57 RJT: Okay, so what if you do get accepted in an open submissions? You've got an offer from a publisher. Can you take that offer and find an agent with it? 16:08 KC: A lot of publishing houses are going to want you to do that. 16:11 RJT: Okay. 16:14 KC: So if you go back and listen to the second episode of Week Three which was the first of the author interview episodes. 16:18 RJT: That's Episode 15. 16:18 KC: Episode 15. Tyler Hayes is in it and he talks about how he actually got accepted, his manuscript got accepted, and then he had to go find an agent. If you go listen to our Nebulas interview, we talked to Mark Tompkins who is the author of Last Days of Magic and he talks about the same thing that he got a manuscript accepted and they were like, "Okay cool well where's your agent?" and he's like, "I don't have one." They were like, "Here, call this person. Tell them you need an agent." So a lot of publishing houses want you to have an agent. The answer is they don't always want to deal with authors direct one-on-one. Because when you have an agent you have someone that... 17:01 RJT: Knows how this works.   17:03 KC: Yeah, and they know the contracts and they know.. They're also... agents are also very useful for their connections and what they're gonna help with. So yeah, absolutely if you have an offer and you can find an agent that you can talk to quickly about that might be willing to take you on that's absolutely something good to do.  17:27 RJT: Do you need to have a contract? Or is a phone call where they're saying, "Okay, we're gonna send you a contract in a few days" enough? 17:34 KC: I think it really depends. You have to feel that out. You know if the publisher has said "yes we want to move forward with thus." 17:44 RJT: Okay. 17:45 KC: If you already have a contract definitely.. 17:46 RJT: Get on that. 17:46 KC: Get on it. If they're sending you a contract, same thing, just query 17:54 RJT: And when you query the agent make sure you say, "This has a pending contract." 17:56 KC: Yeah this.. 17:56 RJT: This is easy money for you. 17:58 KC: Yeah. "I have a pending offer." And you know, the agent is going to come in and will, of course want to look at the contract. If you've already signed the contract, that's a whole other... 18:06 RJT: Yeah, the agent's not going to be able to do anything for you and they're not going to be interested because there's nothing for them to do 18:11 KC: Yeah, they can't really... 18:11 RJT: That's... Their portion of income is dependent on what they can do for you in your contract. So if you already signed the contract, they would not be representing you for that book and then therefor this would be okay, the promise of another book? Do you have that book ready? Like what...? 18:31 KC: Yeah the contract... 18:31 RJT: Don't sign the contract first. 18:31 KC: The contract is gonna say in it where to send payment and if it's an agent, what it'll say is, "Rekka Jay, care of" and the agent and the agency. So you know, if you go back and listen to our Money episode [Episode 9] we talk about how if you have an agent, you're not getting a check from the publisher. Your agent is getting the check from the publisher and then the agent is writing you a check. 18:56 RJT: Unless you managed to work out a very special exclusion to that. 18:58 KC: Yeah. So that's not uncommon, that kind of stuff does happen. Like I Said, a lot of publishing houses would rather deal with an agent cause... 19:12 RJT: They're professionals. 19:12 KC: Exactly. 19:11 RJT: And you don't know what the author doesn't know but you have a pretty good idea of what the agent does know. 19:21 KC: Exactly. So yeah, don't be afraid to do that. 19:22 RJT: So if you get a publisher that would retract the offer because you went out to try and protect yourself by getting representation... 19:29 KC: Yeah you probably didn't want to work with that person to begin with. 19:31 RJT: ...You're better off. And I have heard of publishers doing that. Retracting offers based on that. 19:37 KC: Yeah I mean the one scenario in which I would say, "Okay I understand where they're coming from" maybe is if you get, I don't want to say the wrong agent, but an agent who's gonna come in, tear up the tentative deal that you had already, and start asking and demanding a lot more stuff. And then the publisher's gonna go, "This is not worth it for us." 19:59 RJT: Right. 19:59 KC: You know maybe it's a smaller publishing house like Parvus and you've worked out an advance that both sides are comfortable with, you worked out royalty rates, and then the author said, "You know I signed with an agent, I want them to look at it," and they come in and then go, "No, no, no, no, no! You deserve..!" And on the publisher's side we're going, "Look. You know, we're not Random House. We're not Penguin." And maybe your book would not be getting picked up by Random House or Penguin. So we're working on the same level here. So yes there might be some areas where a publishing house retracts an offer but  20:40 RJT: Not usually based on the fact that you went to find an agent in the first place. This is going to be your agent is trying to bowl them over.  20:47 KC: Yeah it might be that or it's because you went and got an agent and then the agent's asking questions like, "hey what about this contract," and they're like, "Nope. Forget it." Then you probably didn't want to work with that publishing house. 20:57 RJT: Yeah. yeah. Because that's why you want an agent is to help you with these legal documents and they know what's reasonable for you to ask for, and a shady publishing house may be hoping that, by going straight to the author, they can grab more rights or something than they would have been able to. 21:15 KC: Exactly.  21:18 RJT: Or write in some nasty clauses about your future works. 21:18 KC: Exactly. So I think that's all of our questions. 21:24 RJT: Yeah, that was it! It was hopefully a nice reprieve at the end of the month. 21:28 KC: It was actually short this time. We always say we're going to keep it short and then we never do. 21:31 RJT: Yeah this one actually did. But I think those questions were pretty straight forward but they were good questions. 21:35 KC: Yeah, good questions.  21:35 RJT: And I know that at least we didn't cover them directly throughout the rest of the month. So, if you have more questions like this please send them on over. You can find us @wmbcast on twitter and instagram. You can find us at Patreon.com/wmbcast and like we said, if you want credit for your questions, say so, because if you sent it to us directly, privately, and not just tweeting at us. 22:01 KC: We assume anonymity. 22:04 RJT: And you know, when you're talking about querying, you feel a little shy about it and like you might get it wrong so you don't wanna leave your name out there for someone to say, "Ha, they didn't know." But no most people don't know when they're getting started so these are good questions. 22:15 KC: So that's officially the end of Submissions September. 22:19 RJT: For real this time. 22:19 KC: Yeah, thanks for sticking with us, everyone. This was fun. I mean.. 22:24 RJT Let us know what you got out of it. Let us know what surprises you heard this month. And hopefully this has you excited for this step of the process if you haven't made it there yet. 22:33 KC: We won't be doing seven episodes in a month again any time soon. 22:37 RJT: Ever. Like, ever. I will walk out of this shed. 22:37 KC: So hope you enjoyed this while it lasted. 22:44 RJT: Yeah we're a little tired but I think it was worth it. This was something that, from the very conception of this podcast, Kaelyn was excited to do, so hopefully Kaelyn is satisfied with our... 22:58 KC: I am.  22:59 RJT: Good. 23:00 KC: Are you? 23:00 RJT: I'm satisfied. 23:00 KC: Alright well thanks everyone so much for listening. We're back to our regular schedule after this. There will be an October 8th episode, and then it's back to every two weeks. 23:13 RJT: Yep. 23:15 KC: So thanks again for listening. 23:15 RJT: We'll talk to you then!

Today's 5 rounds:1 - (5:30) A Military Plane takes a couple of low passes over Nashville and makes residents sound like they are gonna shit their pants. Should the military have to issue text alerts for training like this?2 - (13:40) The Gubment Shutdown blues song is sweeping the nation. A Coast Guard vet's song is now being played on local radio stations and finding an audience online and through social media.3 - (20:30) The Army released its 1300 page report on the Iraq War. Some of the take aways are the biggest “no shit statements” you could possibly imagine.4 - (28:00) Sgt. Troney? More like PHONEY BALONEY. Last week we gave a shout out to Sgt. Trey Troney for his heroic actions at a car wreck. Hear why we're RETRACTING it this week.5 - (40:45)  Jerry Yellin was the last fighter pilot in the skies of WWII. We take a look back at his final mission on Iwo Jima and a beautiful tributethat he gave when he went back to the volcanic sands at the age of 91.     

On today’s ride home i find out what’s the beef between West and Adam, what their takes are on the XFL, BREAKING NEWS about Jackie Chan, and so much more.

And..the Grammy Award for...Original Duo Podcast Male Brothers Almost Non-Singing Pun-Filled Segmented Lightly Argumentative Enthusiastic Portrayal of Specific Year (2002) Amateur Until Someone Sponsors It Performance goes to...oh, I can't believe this finally happened for them, this is a real treat...BOWIE VS DYLAN EPISODE 15!!! Chaz: (panting) First of all, I'd like to thank David Bowie, for making a decent record in 2002 with a sort-of iconic album cover, and for providing a classy Year In Hair, and for losing to Lenny Kravitz all those years so that his unquenchable inferno of desire for victory could be passed on to me, Chaz.  This one's for you, Davey Jones!! Jake: (with pursed lips) Are you sure you don't want to thank anyone else?  Chaz: (thinking face) ...Nope, that covers it. Oh wait, right, Mick Ronno Ronson? Jake: (crying) Sometimes the thing you're looking for was right in front of you all along. Chaz: (getting played off the stage by sudden orchestral music) Mom? Mike? My wife? My kids? Charlie Sexton? Iman? Bowie again? I'm not sure what you're getting at.   Hang backstage at the Grammys with Bowie and Dylan tunes blaring in the background at bit.ly/BvD-EP15

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Dementia Episode # 21 Retracting a statement from last week’s episode my own forgetfulness a report on Mama Mama not knowing that societies crumbling, due to a public magazine targeting our children and sex Here’s a link to the article in teen Vogue t

This episode of The Promised Podcast is sponsored by:  The Dreyfus Affair Apr 27 — May 7, 2017 Special pricing for listeners Visit RomanticCentury.org and use code 68857 Or call 718-636-4100 and mention code 68857   Allison, Don and Noah discuss three topics of incomparable importance and end with an anecdote about something in Israel that made them smile this week.   L’Affair Barghouti: The Times, They are Retracting We discuss the convicted terrorist and likely-future Palestinian President Marwan Barghouti, the hunger strike he’s leading, and the rage over his op-ed in the New York Times. Fighting the Good Fight Against the Bad Global Right We mull over an analysis by the Israeli left’s most universally-respected leader – Dov Khenin – about how to fight the global right (and Israel’s). Not Our Holocaust Day We ask why Ultra-Orthodox Israelis ignore, and sometimes mock, Holocaust and Heroism Remembrance Day.   Music Tamar & Netanel, off their album Peace of Mind: Niggun The Sun Once, Early in the Morning Farewell Song

  In this Episode 154: Can You Go Through Change Alone?  I discuss: *the MASSIVE changes we are having in our lives with our recent move to Victoria  *the challenge of doing Change alone vs. in a group, like your Family  *the realization and difficulties my boys will face as kids to be going to a new school and new daycare alone  *that the greatest GIFTS and Insights come about from Change  Listen to the latest Women Wanting More episode on iTunes here.    MORE TIP  What is the Change that is happening or you want to happen, and you are pulling back? Retracting?  What are the Stories you are telling yourself about this?  Take ONE step towards making the Change you want to make in your Life.    Then send me a private message on my personal Facebook page, post on my wall, or on the Women Wanting More FB page to let me know what has come up for you with this.   RESOURCES    Episode 51: Laugh Through the Pain Episode 73: Own It Or Be Owned    Apply to be 1 of just 15 Powerful Women attend the first Women Wanting More Live Event in beautiful Victoria, BC, Canada (October 17-19, 2016) ***just 9 spots remaining***   Request to be added to my private FB Community: Women Who Want MORE   Like the Women Wanting MORE Facebook page here Warrior on Fire podcast (the inspiration for THIS podcast) Your Daily Revolution (the podcast by my incredible coach, Setema Gali Jr.) Subscribe to the Women Wanting More Newsletter to get the Show Notes for Each Episode conveniently delivered to you inbox daily, get your More Tip to start putting what I teach into ACTION to get MORE out of your Life, daily email inspiration on how to Have it All, AND the MORE Four Action Guide, too!      

Episode 21: This week in the QI office, Dan (@schreiberland), James (@eggshaped), Andy (@andrewhunterm), Anna (#getannaontwitter) and Alex (@alexbell_) discuss freedom kissing, hippo castration, iceberg cowboys and whether or not we should blow up the Moon.

On this call, we explore the subject of detoxing and cleansing. What is it and how does it affect the body as it begins the processes of rebalancing. This is vital information for anyone wishing to improve their health.