Podcast appearances and mentions of Robert Harmon

Send us a textOn the podcast this time, Steven and Sean should have just kept on driving. We watched the 1986 film from Robert Harmon, The Hitcher.I'm sure that all of us were told that we should never in a million years pick up a hitchhiker from the side of any road. But what if that hitchhiker… is you? And you're out for blood!To continue celebrating Sean's (that's me!) birthday month, we're venturing deep into the clearly indie film world of the ‘80s. It's going to be thrilling, intense, and pretty damn terrifying.(Recorded on April 02, 2025)Links to Stuff We Mentioned:The Hitcher - The Movie Database (TMDB)The Hitcher trailer - YouTubeRobert Harmon — The Movie Database (TMDB)Rutger Hauer — The Movie Database (TMDB)C. Thomas Howell — The Movie Database (TMDB)Jennifer Jason Leigh — The Movie Database (TMDB)Twisted Metal (TV Series 2023- ) — The Movie Database (TMDB)Joy Ride (2001) — The Movie Database (TMDB)Duel (1971) — The Movie Database (TMDB)Only Murders in the Building (TV Series 2021- ) — The Movie Database (TMDB)The Hitcher movie review - Roger EbertThe Terminator (1984) — The Movie Database (TMDB)Follow Us:Give us a rating and review on Apple Podcasts!Sean's Letterboxd profile!Steven's Letterboxd profile!Our Buzzsprout site!Our Instagram profile!Support the show

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Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment."Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives." I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response."Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever," she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine."Girl, cut it out!" Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. "Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!"I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't "long-term girlfriend". I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem.Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. "Show me his picture, then I will decide." I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed."I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?" She asked devilishly."Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot," I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. "Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?" Her eyes lit up at that request; she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my ass and tits have grown to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble ass. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste.But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. "You are going to look so sexy!" she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. "Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!""Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?" I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work."I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!" She quipped back."Hey!" I cried, laughing, "I was in mourning!""You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done," Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. "Put this on," she said as she threw it at me, "and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.""Fine," I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view."You coming out anytime soon?" Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe."One second!" I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul."Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?" Chloe questioned. "You always are carrying that thing around!""Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party; maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes," I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. "Hi, I'm Jane," I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his."Hello Jane, I'm Paul," He replied in a deep, sexy voice. "You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch." He said to me.That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. "It's my signature.""Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!" Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door.When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, "Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!" She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd."Can I get you a drink?" Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us."That'd be great, thanks!" I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass."Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you," He whispered in my ear and turned away.That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos.I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. "Jane, hey!". I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. "Over here!" I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. "Behind you," he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd.I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. "Oh, Gus, hi!" I finally responded, laughing. "Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little... lost in here." I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart."It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there," he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders."Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!" I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. "23... you're such a grown-up," I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder."I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something," he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. "Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!" he laughed. "I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He... it's like he didn't understand how great he had it." He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. "Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way."I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. "Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!"He smiled wide and leaned down to me, "Can I get you a drink?""I have that taken care of, douche-bag," Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. "Step off my girl.""Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am Not his girl." I replied sternly to the two of them. "But thank you for bringing me a drink.""Gotcha, no hard feelings," Gus gestured to Paul. "I'll catch you later, Jane," and he walked into the crowd.Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, "Chester, throw me a beer!" I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can."Sorry, Jane!" I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair."Shit, my bad," Paul said, mid-laugh. "You look sexier wet, though," he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it."No worries," I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand."Let's dance," Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the "dance floor"."Okay, you can put me down now," I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing."You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you," Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside."What happened to you?" she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. "You look like a wet puppy.""Paul happened," I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. "He is a little bit out of control.""You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor," Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always."Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct," I spat back, feeling ashamed."Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!" Chloe exclaimed."Good, he deserves to "bug out", he's an ass," I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. "I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.""Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!" Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms."Missing me?" Paul questioned me before burping in my face. "Sorry, my bad," he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him."Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen," I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold."Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?" he questioned, "I get it, hang on," and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck."Paul, stop it!" I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. "Paul, let me down, now! Stop!" I yelled at him."Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it," he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me.I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. "Stop, now!" I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways."What the fuck?!" he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. "Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!""She told you to stop, man." Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther."You just fucking assaulted me!" Paul cried. "I should call the Cops!"Rachel ran up to us. "Get out of my apartment. Now," she said firmly, pointing towards the door."Whatever, this party sucks anyway," Paul declared as he headed toward the door.Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster." He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face.Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!"I pulled away, "I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!" I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened."Can I join you?" I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand."Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too," I joke and scoot over to make room for him. "Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?" I asked him."Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway," he replied, smiling at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns."Yeah, thanks to you," I said. "I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?" I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. "I just wanted to have a good time tonight," I said."I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!" He answered optimistically. "What would make this fun for you?""Hmm... that's a great question. I think I could use another drink," I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty."Don't move!" Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. "I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda... I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?""I'll take the vodka soda," I replied, laughing at him, "Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.""Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?" Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me."Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?" I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. "I'll start, with an easy one," I say, "What's my full name?""Jane.... Robert Harmon!" Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. "What is your middle name?" he asked me."Madeline," I said, "It's your turn.""What sport did I play in high school?" Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure.I racked my brain, and then it came to me, "You wrestled, didn't you?" I asked, surprising him and myself. "You are so going down," I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer."Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon... I'll get you yet," He responded teasingly, "It's your turn." We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingl

Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment."Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives." I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response."Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever," she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine."Girl, cut it out!" Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. "Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!"I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't "long-term girlfriend". I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem.Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. "Show me his picture, then I will decide." I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed."I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?" She asked devilishly."Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot," I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. "Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?" Her eyes lit up at that request; she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my ass and tits have grown to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble ass. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste.But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. "You are going to look so sexy!" she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. "Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!""Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?" I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work."I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!" She quipped back."Hey!" I cried, laughing, "I was in mourning!""You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done," Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. "Put this on," she said as she threw it at me, "and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.""Fine," I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view."You coming out anytime soon?" Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe."One second!" I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul."Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?" Chloe questioned. "You always are carrying that thing around!""Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party; maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes," I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. "Hi, I'm Jane," I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his."Hello Jane, I'm Paul," He replied in a deep, sexy voice. "You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch." He said to me.That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. "It's my signature.""Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!" Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door.When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, "Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!" She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd."Can I get you a drink?" Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us."That'd be great, thanks!" I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass."Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you," He whispered in my ear and turned away.That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos.I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. "Jane, hey!". I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. "Over here!" I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. "Behind you," he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd.I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. "Oh, Gus, hi!" I finally responded, laughing. "Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little... lost in here." I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart."It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there," he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders."Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!" I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. "23... you're such a grown-up," I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder."I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something," he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. "Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!" he laughed. "I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He... it's like he didn't understand how great he had it." He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. "Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way."I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. "Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!"He smiled wide and leaned down to me, "Can I get you a drink?""I have that taken care of, douche-bag," Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. "Step off my girl.""Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am Not his girl." I replied sternly to the two of them. "But thank you for bringing me a drink.""Gotcha, no hard feelings," Gus gestured to Paul. "I'll catch you later, Jane," and he walked into the crowd.Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, "Chester, throw me a beer!" I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can."Sorry, Jane!" I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair."Shit, my bad," Paul said, mid-laugh. "You look sexier wet, though," he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it."No worries," I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand."Let's dance," Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the "dance floor"."Okay, you can put me down now," I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing."You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you," Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside."What happened to you?" she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. "You look like a wet puppy.""Paul happened," I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. "He is a little bit out of control.""You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor," Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always."Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct," I spat back, feeling ashamed."Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!" Chloe exclaimed."Good, he deserves to "bug out", he's an ass," I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. "I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.""Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!" Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms."Missing me?" Paul questioned me before burping in my face. "Sorry, my bad," he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him."Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen," I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold."Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?" he questioned, "I get it, hang on," and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck."Paul, stop it!" I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. "Paul, let me down, now! Stop!" I yelled at him."Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it," he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me.I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. "Stop, now!" I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways."What the fuck?!" he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. "Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!""She told you to stop, man." Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther."You just fucking assaulted me!" Paul cried. "I should call the Cops!"Rachel ran up to us. "Get out of my apartment. Now," she said firmly, pointing towards the door."Whatever, this party sucks anyway," Paul declared as he headed toward the door.Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster." He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face.Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!"I pulled away, "I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!" I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened."Can I join you?" I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand."Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too," I joke and scoot over to make room for him. "Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?" I asked him."Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway," he replied, smiling at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns."Yeah, thanks to you," I said. "I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?" I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. "I just wanted to have a good time tonight," I said."I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!" He answered optimistically. "What would make this fun for you?""Hmm... that's a great question. I think I could use another drink," I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty."Don't move!" Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. "I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda... I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?""I'll take the vodka soda," I replied, laughing at him, "Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.""Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?" Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me."Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?" I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. "I'll start, with an easy one," I say, "What's my full name?""Jane.... Robert Harmon!" Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. "What is your middle name?" he asked me."Madeline," I said, "It's your turn.""What sport did I play in high school?" Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure.I racked my brain, and then it came to me, "You wrestled, didn't you?" I asked, surprising him and myself. "You are so going down," I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer."Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon... I'll get you yet," He responded teasingly, "It's your turn." We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingl

In this chilling episode of our Tales of Horror, Jackson is back on board as we dive into the realm of roadside horror with the cult classic “The Hitcher,” directed by Robert Harmon and written by Eric Red. Join us as we explore the haunting journey of young traveler Jim Halsey, portrayed by C. Thomas Howell, who picks up a mysterious hitchhiker, played by the unforgettable Rutger Hauer. We dissect the film's intense psychological themes, standout performances, and its impact on the horror genre. Whether you're revisiting this terrifying tale or experiencing it for the first time, buckle up for a ride filled with suspense, insights, and a sprinkle of nostalgia as we uncover what makes “The Hitcher” a timeless horror classic

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Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party. by Buckingbronco33. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Are you almost ready, Jane?” Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment. “Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives.” I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response. “Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever,” she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.“Girl, cut it out!” Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. “Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!” I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't “long-term girlfriend”. I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem. Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. “Show me his picture, then I will decide.” I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed. “I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?” She asked devilishly. “Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot,” I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. “Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?” Her eyes lit up at that request—she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my butt and tits have grow to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble butt. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste. But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. “You are going to look so sexy!” she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. “Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!” “Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?” I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work. “I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!” She quipped back. “Hey!” I cried, laughing, “I was in mourning!” “You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done,” Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. “Put this on,” she said as she threw it at me, “and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.” “Fine,” I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view. “You coming out anytime soon?” Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe. “One second!” I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul. “Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?” Chloe questioned. “You always are carrying that thing around!” “Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party—maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes,” I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. “Hi, I'm Jane,” I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his. “Hello Jane, I'm Paul,” He replied in a deep, sexy voice. “You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch.” He said to me. That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. “It's my signature.” “Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!” Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door. When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, “Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!” She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd. “Can I get you a drink?” Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us. “That'd be great, thanks!” I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass. “Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you,” He whispered in my ear and turned away. That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos. I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. “Jane, hey!”. I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. “Over here!” I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. “Behind you,” he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd. I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. “Oh, Gus, hi!” I finally responded, laughing. “Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little… lost in here.” I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart. “It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there,” he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders. “Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!” I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. “23… you're such a grown-up,” I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something,” he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. “Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!” he laughed. “I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He… it's like he didn't understand how great he had it.” He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. “Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way.” I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. “Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!” He smiled wide and leaned down to me, “Can I get you a drink?” “I have that taken care of, douche-bag,” Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. “Step off my girl.” “Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am NOT his girl.” I replied sternly to the two of them. “But thank you for bringing me a drink.” “Gotcha, no hard feelings,” Gus gestured to Paul. “I'll catch you later, Jane,” and he walked into the crowd. Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, “Chester, throw me a beer!” I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can. “Sorry, Jane!” I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair. “Shit, my bad,” Paul said, mid-laugh. “You look sexier wet, though,” he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it. “No worries,” I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand. “Let's dance,” Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the “dance floor”. “Okay, you can put me down now,” I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing. “You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you,” Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside. “What happened to you?” she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. “You look like a wet puppy.” “Paul happened,” I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. “He is a little bit out of control.” “You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor,” Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always. “Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct,” I spat back, feeling ashamed. “Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!” Chloe exclaimed. “Good, he deserves to “bug out”, he's an ass,“ I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. “I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.” “Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!” Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms. “Missing me?” Paul questioned me before burping in my face. “Sorry, my bad,” he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him. “Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen,” I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?” he questioned, “I get it, hang on,” and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck. “Paul, stop it!” I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. “Paul, let me down, now! Stop!” I yelled at him. “Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it,” he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me. I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. “Stop, now!” I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways. “What the fuck?!” he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. “Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!” “She told you to stop, man.” Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther. “You just fucking assaulted me!” Paul cried. “I should call the Cops!” Rachel ran up to us. “Get out of my apartment. Now,” she said firmly, pointing towards the door. “Whatever, this party sucks anyway,” Paul declared as he headed toward the door. Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster.” He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face. Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. “I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!” I pulled away, “I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!” I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened. “Can I join you?” I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand. “Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too,” I joke and scoot over to make room for him. “Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?” I asked him. “Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway,” he replied, smiling at me. “Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns. “Yeah, thanks to you,” I said. “I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?” I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. “I just wanted to have a good time tonight,” I said. “I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!” He answered optimistically. “What would make this fun for you?” “Hm… that's a great question. I think I could use another drink,” I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty. “Don't move!” Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. “I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda… I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?” “I'll take the vodka soda,” I replied, laughing at him, “Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.” “Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?” Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?” I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. “I'll start, with an easy one,” I say, “What's my full name?” “Jane…. Robert Harmon!” Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. “What is your middle name?” he asked me. “Madeline,” I said, “It's your turn.” “What sport did I play in high school?” Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure. I racked my brain, and then it came to me, “You wrestled, didn't you?” I asked, surprising him and myself. “You are so going down,” I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon… I'll get you yet,” He responded teasingly, “It's your turn.” We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingly comfortable as the game continued, and I felt like we were really getting to know each other through this game. We laughed hard and the drinks slowly disappeared, leaving only a few sips of the sweet cocktail. We had gotten progressively closer throughout the game, and I could feel his warmth even with the distance between us. “I like it when your hair is up like that,” he said, stepping away from our game for a moment, “You always wear it like that when you take pictures. I feel like it's when you are happiest.” I smiled sheepishly at him, blown away by his openness. I was wildly attracted to him, and knew that I couldn't leave without some relief. “What do I want to do right now?” Gus asked, eyeing me mischievously. “Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, “This song is great!” “Dammit!” he replied, finishing the drink, “you win! Let's dance!” I let Gus lead me to the dance floor, and when he reached a spot he was happy with, he spun me out in front of him, only to bring me back into his arms. He smelled like fresh laundry, and I could feel his hard pecs and abs against my back and his breath on my neck. His hands found my hips as we moved to the beat of the music, and I let my neck go limp against his chest, sinking into him. Despite how the night started, I felt incredibly safe and, for the first time in months, happy, here with Gus. His hands put a little bit on pressure on my hips, pushing my ass back into him. I responded by pushing up against him and shaking my ass to the music. I could feel his cock, hard and long, against my ass through his jeans and my thin skirt. “You okay with this?” he whispered in my ear, leaving my tingling from the feeling of his breath on my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself onto my tip toes to whisper back into his ear. I breathed “Yes,” back to him, and I felt his hands begin to explore my exposed back, squeezing me into him and maintaining the beat in our movements. He brought one hand up to my head and stuck his fingers into my ponytail, like he had when he hugged me after Paul left. It sent shivers through my body, and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch. Finally, he brought his face down and placed his forehead against mine. “Can I kiss you, Jane?” he whispered to me. Without saying anything, I brought my lips to meet his, and I felt the hand on the back of my head increase pressure as he brought me in to a passionate kiss. His tongue quickly pressed into my mouth, as if desperate to explore. I brought my fingers into his hair and began using my tongue to play with his. The arm around my waist grew tighter and he brought me even closer to him, melting my body into his. I grew dizzy from the kiss and pulled away to collect myself. “What do I want?” I asked him, breathlessly. “Another kiss like that?” he asked innocently. “I want you,” I said, standing up again on my toes to kiss him, before he dipped me over his arm in the sexiest way possibly. My pussy way soaking through my underwear and I realized that it had been a long time, even with Archie, that I had been this turned on. That I had been touched or kissed as passionately as this. I pulled away reluctantly from his kiss and we locked eyes. I watched him take a few deep, sexy breaths while he broke eye contact with me and let his blue eyes travel down my neck and towards my chest, lingering, before he continued down my body, bringing one hand down my naked back, then trailing his eyes back to mine. “Can we get out of here?” he asked me before he licked his lips seductively, pulling me even closer to him. “Please,” I whispered into his ear, and pushed against his chest to bring us upright again. “Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place.” Part 2 follows. by Buckingbronco33 for Literotica

Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party. by Buckingbronco33. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Are you almost ready, Jane?” Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment. “Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives.” I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response. “Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever,” she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.“Girl, cut it out!” Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. “Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!” I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't “long-term girlfriend”. I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem. Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. “Show me his picture, then I will decide.” I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed. “I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?” She asked devilishly. “Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot,” I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. “Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?” Her eyes lit up at that request—she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my butt and tits have grow to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble butt. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste. But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. “You are going to look so sexy!” she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. “Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!” “Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?” I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work. “I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!” She quipped back. “Hey!” I cried, laughing, “I was in mourning!” “You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done,” Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. “Put this on,” she said as she threw it at me, “and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.” “Fine,” I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view. “You coming out anytime soon?” Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe. “One second!” I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul. “Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?” Chloe questioned. “You always are carrying that thing around!” “Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party—maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes,” I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. “Hi, I'm Jane,” I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his. “Hello Jane, I'm Paul,” He replied in a deep, sexy voice. “You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch.” He said to me. That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. “It's my signature.” “Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!” Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door. When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, “Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!” She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd. “Can I get you a drink?” Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us. “That'd be great, thanks!” I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass. “Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you,” He whispered in my ear and turned away. That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos. I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. “Jane, hey!”. I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. “Over here!” I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. “Behind you,” he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd. I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. “Oh, Gus, hi!” I finally responded, laughing. “Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little… lost in here.” I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart. “It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there,” he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders. “Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!” I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. “23… you're such a grown-up,” I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something,” he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. “Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!” he laughed. “I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He… it's like he didn't understand how great he had it.” He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. “Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way.” I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. “Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!” He smiled wide and leaned down to me, “Can I get you a drink?” “I have that taken care of, douche-bag,” Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. “Step off my girl.” “Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am NOT his girl.” I replied sternly to the two of them. “But thank you for bringing me a drink.” “Gotcha, no hard feelings,” Gus gestured to Paul. “I'll catch you later, Jane,” and he walked into the crowd. Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, “Chester, throw me a beer!” I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can. “Sorry, Jane!” I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair. “Shit, my bad,” Paul said, mid-laugh. “You look sexier wet, though,” he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it. “No worries,” I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand. “Let's dance,” Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the “dance floor”. “Okay, you can put me down now,” I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing. “You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you,” Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside. “What happened to you?” she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. “You look like a wet puppy.” “Paul happened,” I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. “He is a little bit out of control.” “You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor,” Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always. “Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct,” I spat back, feeling ashamed. “Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!” Chloe exclaimed. “Good, he deserves to “bug out”, he's an ass,“ I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. “I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.” “Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!” Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms. “Missing me?” Paul questioned me before burping in my face. “Sorry, my bad,” he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him. “Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen,” I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?” he questioned, “I get it, hang on,” and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck. “Paul, stop it!” I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. “Paul, let me down, now! Stop!” I yelled at him. “Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it,” he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me. I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. “Stop, now!” I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways. “What the fuck?!” he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. “Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!” “She told you to stop, man.” Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther. “You just fucking assaulted me!” Paul cried. “I should call the Cops!” Rachel ran up to us. “Get out of my apartment. Now,” she said firmly, pointing towards the door. “Whatever, this party sucks anyway,” Paul declared as he headed toward the door. Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster.” He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face. Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. “I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!” I pulled away, “I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!” I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened. “Can I join you?” I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand. “Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too,” I joke and scoot over to make room for him. “Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?” I asked him. “Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway,” he replied, smiling at me. “Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns. “Yeah, thanks to you,” I said. “I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?” I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. “I just wanted to have a good time tonight,” I said. “I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!” He answered optimistically. “What would make this fun for you?” “Hm… that's a great question. I think I could use another drink,” I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty. “Don't move!” Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. “I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda… I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?” “I'll take the vodka soda,” I replied, laughing at him, “Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.” “Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?” Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?” I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. “I'll start, with an easy one,” I say, “What's my full name?” “Jane…. Robert Harmon!” Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. “What is your middle name?” he asked me. “Madeline,” I said, “It's your turn.” “What sport did I play in high school?” Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure. I racked my brain, and then it came to me, “You wrestled, didn't you?” I asked, surprising him and myself. “You are so going down,” I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon… I'll get you yet,” He responded teasingly, “It's your turn.” We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingly comfortable as the game continued, and I felt like we were really getting to know each other through this game. We laughed hard and the drinks slowly disappeared, leaving only a few sips of the sweet cocktail. We had gotten progressively closer throughout the game, and I could feel his warmth even with the distance between us. “I like it when your hair is up like that,” he said, stepping away from our game for a moment, “You always wear it like that when you take pictures. I feel like it's when you are happiest.” I smiled sheepishly at him, blown away by his openness. I was wildly attracted to him, and knew that I couldn't leave without some relief. “What do I want to do right now?” Gus asked, eyeing me mischievously. “Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, “This song is great!” “Dammit!” he replied, finishing the drink, “you win! Let's dance!” I let Gus lead me to the dance floor, and when he reached a spot he was happy with, he spun me out in front of him, only to bring me back into his arms. He smelled like fresh laundry, and I could feel his hard pecs and abs against my back and his breath on my neck. His hands found my hips as we moved to the beat of the music, and I let my neck go limp against his chest, sinking into him. Despite how the night started, I felt incredibly safe and, for the first time in months, happy, here with Gus. His hands put a little bit on pressure on my hips, pushing my ass back into him. I responded by pushing up against him and shaking my ass to the music. I could feel his cock, hard and long, against my ass through his jeans and my thin skirt. “You okay with this?” he whispered in my ear, leaving my tingling from the feeling of his breath on my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself onto my tip toes to whisper back into his ear. I breathed “Yes,” back to him, and I felt his hands begin to explore my exposed back, squeezing me into him and maintaining the beat in our movements. He brought one hand up to my head and stuck his fingers into my ponytail, like he had when he hugged me after Paul left. It sent shivers through my body, and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch. Finally, he brought his face down and placed his forehead against mine. “Can I kiss you, Jane?” he whispered to me. Without saying anything, I brought my lips to meet his, and I felt the hand on the back of my head increase pressure as he brought me in to a passionate kiss. His tongue quickly pressed into my mouth, as if desperate to explore. I brought my fingers into his hair and began using my tongue to play with his. The arm around my waist grew tighter and he brought me even closer to him, melting my body into his. I grew dizzy from the kiss and pulled away to collect myself. “What do I want?” I asked him, breathlessly. “Another kiss like that?” he asked innocently. “I want you,” I said, standing up again on my toes to kiss him, before he dipped me over his arm in the sexiest way possibly. My pussy way soaking through my underwear and I realized that it had been a long time, even with Archie, that I had been this turned on. That I had been touched or kissed as passionately as this. I pulled away reluctantly from his kiss and we locked eyes. I watched him take a few deep, sexy breaths while he broke eye contact with me and let his blue eyes travel down my neck and towards my chest, lingering, before he continued down my body, bringing one hand down my naked back, then trailing his eyes back to mine. “Can we get out of here?” he asked me before he licked his lips seductively, pulling me even closer to him. “Please,” I whispered into his ear, and pushed against his chest to bring us upright again. “Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place.” Part 2 follows. by Buckingbronco33 for Literotica

Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party. by Buckingbronco33. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Are you almost ready, Jane?” Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment. “Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives.” I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response. “Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever,” she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.“Girl, cut it out!” Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. “Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!” I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't “long-term girlfriend”. I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem. Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. “Show me his picture, then I will decide.” I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed. “I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?” She asked devilishly. “Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot,” I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. “Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?” Her eyes lit up at that request—she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my butt and tits have grow to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble butt. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste. But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. “You are going to look so sexy!” she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. “Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!” “Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?” I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work. “I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!” She quipped back. “Hey!” I cried, laughing, “I was in mourning!” “You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done,” Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. “Put this on,” she said as she threw it at me, “and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour.” “Fine,” I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view. “You coming out anytime soon?” Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe. “One second!” I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul. “Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?” Chloe questioned. “You always are carrying that thing around!” “Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party—maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes,” I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. “Hi, I'm Jane,” I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his. “Hello Jane, I'm Paul,” He replied in a deep, sexy voice. “You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch.” He said to me. That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. “It's my signature.” “Let's get our asses to the party, I want to get DRUNK!” Chloe cried as she shoved the three of us out the door. When we got to the party, it was already bumping, and filled to the brim with party-goers. Chloe leaned in to whisper to me, “Chester and I are going to leave you and Paul to have some alone time. Love you!” She kissed me on the cheek and she and Chester dove into the crowd. “Can I get you a drink?” Paul asked, leaning down towards me to make sure I heard him over the loud music, since there was over a foot difference between us. “That'd be great, thanks!” I yelled up at him. Before he turned around, he reached around and grabbed my ass. “Good, feel free to get nice and drunk tonight, I can take care of you,” He whispered in my ear and turned away. That might have been a little much, but I'm sure he means well, I think as he barrels through the crowd. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping photos of the party-goers, the neon lights adding an interesting touch to my photos. I begin to get immersed in the lens, when I hear my name from across the room. “Jane, hey!”. I look around the dark, crowded room to find who was calling me. “Over here!” I waded into the crowd to try and get a better view, but I am so short that I couldn't see over anyone's shoulders. Suddenly, I feel a hand touch my waist and stop me from continuing into the crowd. I feel the person behind me use their other hand to pull my hair behind my ear, and I hear a man whisper into it. “Behind you,” he said as his breath danced over my ear. I melted a little bit before I regained my composure and tried to turn around in the compact space surrounded by other bodies. His hand stays strong on my waist, as if he is worried about losing me in the crowd. I flip my head around and see Gus, Archie's old roommate. The one who took pity on me and let me into the apartment that fateful afternoon. I had forgotten how handsome he was. Much taller than me, but not quite 6 feet, Gus was a strong presence in any room. His shaggy brown hair curled slightly around his bright blue eyes, and he always had a smile on his face. I had seen him around Archie's apartment without a shirt on every occasionally, and he was definitely built, with a 6 pack that certainly rivaled Archie's beer belly. “Oh, Gus, hi!” I finally responded, laughing. “Sorry about that, I was trying to figure out who was calling me, and I got a little… lost in here.” I gestured to the hoard of people around us just as someone bumped into Gus's back and sent him stepping closer to me, until we were only inches apart. “It was cute watching you. It must be hard to see anything from down there,” he teased me, poking my stomach with his free hand, but still holding my waist with the other. I giggled when he poked me, ticklish as I am, and I wiggled around while he laughed. We were so close I could feel his breath on my naked shoulders. “Oh yeah, happy birthday Gus!” I stammered, remembering why we were at this party and feeling like an idiot. “23… you're such a grown-up,” I teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “I know, I feel like I should be getting a dog or something,” he responded, and we both laughed at the idea of a dog running around in any of these small apartments. “Rachel's a great sister for throwing this party for me, but I barely know anyone here!” he laughed. “I wanted you to know that Archie is here. I'm sorry, I told Rach not to invite him. He's such an asshole, I can't believe he did that to you. He… it's like he didn't understand how great he had it.” He paused, and we stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments before he continued. “Anyway, Jane, I want you to know I'm here for you and I won't let him near you, I promise. But I'm so glad you came! You look incredible, by the way.” I smiled shyly and looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. “Thanks, Gus. Don't worry about it, Chloe warned me he would be here and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I came to, I wouldn't miss celebrating your birthday!” He smiled wide and leaned down to me, “Can I get you a drink?” “I have that taken care of, douche-bag,” Paul announced as he walked up to us with two drinks in his hands, one nearly empty already. “Step off my girl.” “Hey, Paul, that's not cool. This is Gus, the birthday boy, and he is not a douche-bag, he is my friend. Gus, this is my new friend Paul. I am NOT his girl.” I replied sternly to the two of them. “But thank you for bringing me a drink.” “Gotcha, no hard feelings,” Gus gestured to Paul. “I'll catch you later, Jane,” and he walked into the crowd. Paul downed his drink quickly, threw the cup on the ground and yelled into the kitchen from his high stature, “Chester, throw me a beer!” I ducked just in time to avoid getting nailed with a beer can. “Sorry, Jane!” I heard Chester scream/laugh while Chloe slapped him on the arm. Paul opened the beer and it fizzed over, spilling all over my dress and hair. “Shit, my bad,” Paul said, mid-laugh. “You look sexier wet, though,” he winked. I was starting to get really tired of Paul, and honestly was concerned about drinking the open drink he offered me. I decided I would not be drinking from it. “No worries,” I said back, trying to wipe the excess beer off my chest and wring out my hair with one hand. “Let's dance,” Paul said, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, wading through the crowd toward the “dance floor”. “Okay, you can put me down now,” I told him when we reached the area where people were dancing. “You're just so tiny, it seemed easier to move you where I wanted you,” Paul replied, clearly trying to flirt with me, but for some reason it was incredibly off-putting. He didn't move his hand from around me, and started to dance wildly, drinking from his beer every couple of seconds. I was just about to turn away and leave Paul for the night, until I say Archie from the corner of my eye, staring at me while Torey, a girl from our high school, stroked his arm and spoke to him. I decided I better get into dancing with Paul rather than seem like I was here alone, which would only further humiliate me. I started moving to the beat along with Paul, his free hand running up and down my side and ass, until his beer was gone. It was almost enjoyable, until he stopped, saying he wanted another drink and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I dropped my drink down the sink when he wasn't looking and set the cup down, and was about to tell Paul I wanted to go find Chloe when she popped up beside me. Chester started talking with Paul and Chloe pulled me aside. “What happened to you?” she asked, gesturing to the wet ends of my hair. “You look like a wet puppy.” “Paul happened,” I replied, rolling my eyes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. “He is a little bit out of control.” “You seemed to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor,” Chloe commented, catching me in my mischief, as always. “Archie was staring at me. I acted on a survival instinct,” I spat back, feeling ashamed. “Well, that's what I came to talk to you about! Archie came over, fully drunk, and badgered Chester for twenty minutes about who you are with and if you guys are dating. He is totally bugging out!” Chloe exclaimed. “Good, he deserves to “bug out”, he's an ass,“ I replied, feeling relieved for some reason. “I don't think I can keep hanging out with Paul just to make him feel bad, though, it is almost worse being with him.” “Well, you better make your choice fast, because Archie is coming over here!” Chloe screeched. I panicked and grabbed Paul, pulling him through the crowd and yelling goodbye to Chloe over my shoulder. I dragged Paul through the crowd until I was far enough away from Archie to feel safe, in the other corner of the apartment, near the hallway to the bedrooms. “Missing me?” Paul questioned me before burping in my face. “Sorry, my bad,” he said before he reached down to grab my ass again. I rolled my eyes and then jumped when he reached both arms under my ass and lifted me up against him. “Put me down, Paul, this isn't going to happen,” I told him, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Oh, you don't like to do stuff with people seeing?” he questioned, “I get it, hang on,” and he took a couple of steps into the hallway, concealing us from the rest of the party-goers. He pushed my back up against the wall and leaned in to kiss my neck. “Paul, stop it!” I told him, pushing his shoulders away from me, trying to keep him from kissing me. He brought one hand to the back of my neck and forced my face towards his, bringing me into a sloppy kiss. I pulled away as hard as I could and turned my face. “Paul, let me down, now! Stop!” I yelled at him. “Come on, baby. I just want to have a little fun. Shut up and enjoy it,” he replied, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to cry against his fingers, but his hand was nearly as big as my face. He pushed harder up against the wall to keep me up, and began running his hand up my thigh, trying to touch me. I turned my head sharply towards the main room of the apartment and got away from his fingers. “Stop, now!” I cried, and in that moment, I saw a blur of a fist and Paul released me from the wall and fell sideways. “What the fuck?!” he yelled and turned toward his attacker just as I did, only to find Gus with both fists up, ready to hit him again. “Dude, what the fuck? Leave us the fuck alone!” “She told you to stop, man.” Gus replied coolly as he stepped in front of me. I adjusted my skirt back down and stepped behind him farther. “You just fucking assaulted me!” Paul cried. “I should call the Cops!” Rachel ran up to us. “Get out of my apartment. Now,” she said firmly, pointing towards the door. “Whatever, this party sucks anyway,” Paul declared as he headed toward the door. Gus turned around and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay, Jane? I'm sorry I didn't come faster.” He held one of his hands in my hair, and I felt how quickly his heart was beating against my face. Before I could answer, Chloe ran up to us and pulled me into a hug. “I'm so sorry for bringing him, Jane, I had no idea! I'm so glad you are okay!” I pulled away, “I'm fine, I'm fine, everyone calm down. Thank you, Gus, I appreciate the help. I am okay! As long as he is gone. Let's get back to celebrating your birthday! I need a drink now!” I cried, and everyone around cheered and got back to enjoying the party. I walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink, and then found the couch, slightly exhausted from what almost just happened. “Can I join you?” I hear someone say, and I look up to see Gus with a beer in his hand. “Sure, as long as you don't spill on me, too,” I joke and scoot over to make room for him. “Don't you want to go and enjoy your party? Dance and play beer pong and all that jazz?” I asked him. “Like I said, I barely know anyone here anyway,” he replied, smiling at me. “Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, locking eyes with me in a way that truly expressed his concerns. “Yeah, thanks to you,” I said. “I don't know what I was doing with him anyway, what a loser. I guess I just didn't want to appear in front of Archie for the first time alone, you know?” I said, surprised that I was opening up so much to Gus. “I just wanted to have a good time tonight,” I said. “I can understand that, maybe you still can have a great time!” He answered optimistically. “What would make this fun for you?” “Hm… that's a great question. I think I could use another drink,” I replied, noticing my beer was almost empty. “Don't move!” Gus said, and he bolted out of the couch and sunk into the crowd. I waited only a few minutes before he returned with three drinks balancing in his hands. “I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I figured I would get a sweet mixed drink, another beer, and a vodka soda… I don't know what I'll do with the ones you don't want, but, yeah! What do you want?” “I'll take the vodka soda,” I replied, laughing at him, “Thank you. I think I have an idea of what we can do with the other two drinks. Let's play a game, loser drinks! We can go until we finish all three.” “Sounds fun, what game did you have in mind?” Gus asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “Let's ask each other questions about ourselves. If you get the answer wrong, you drink, if you get it right, the other person drinks. You game?” I ask. Gus nods at me, smiling. “I'll start, with an easy one,” I say, “What's my full name?” “Jane…. Robert Harmon!” Gus responded with little confidence, laughing at himself and already going to take his drink. “What is your middle name?” he asked me. “Madeline,” I said, “It's your turn.” “What sport did I play in high school?” Gus asked, his eyes gleaming like he had caught me for sure. I racked my brain, and then it came to me, “You wrestled, didn't you?” I asked, surprising him and myself. “You are so going down,” I laughed as he sheepishly drank another sip from the beer. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane Madeline Harmon… I'll get you yet,” He responded teasingly, “It's your turn.” We continued playing, each of us drinking on and off, but I was surprised by how much we knew about each other. We had never spent much time together, but he had been around for a large portion of my life. Something about that made me feel safe sitting here with him, even after what just happened. I became increasingly comfortable as the game continued, and I felt like we were really getting to know each other through this game. We laughed hard and the drinks slowly disappeared, leaving only a few sips of the sweet cocktail. We had gotten progressively closer throughout the game, and I could feel his warmth even with the distance between us. “I like it when your hair is up like that,” he said, stepping away from our game for a moment, “You always wear it like that when you take pictures. I feel like it's when you are happiest.” I smiled sheepishly at him, blown away by his openness. I was wildly attracted to him, and knew that I couldn't leave without some relief. “What do I want to do right now?” Gus asked, eyeing me mischievously. “Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, “This song is great!” “Dammit!” he replied, finishing the drink, “you win! Let's dance!” I let Gus lead me to the dance floor, and when he reached a spot he was happy with, he spun me out in front of him, only to bring me back into his arms. He smelled like fresh laundry, and I could feel his hard pecs and abs against my back and his breath on my neck. His hands found my hips as we moved to the beat of the music, and I let my neck go limp against his chest, sinking into him. Despite how the night started, I felt incredibly safe and, for the first time in months, happy, here with Gus. His hands put a little bit on pressure on my hips, pushing my ass back into him. I responded by pushing up against him and shaking my ass to the music. I could feel his cock, hard and long, against my ass through his jeans and my thin skirt. “You okay with this?” he whispered in my ear, leaving my tingling from the feeling of his breath on my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself onto my tip toes to whisper back into his ear. I breathed “Yes,” back to him, and I felt his hands begin to explore my exposed back, squeezing me into him and maintaining the beat in our movements. He brought one hand up to my head and stuck his fingers into my ponytail, like he had when he hugged me after Paul left. It sent shivers through my body, and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch. Finally, he brought his face down and placed his forehead against mine. “Can I kiss you, Jane?” he whispered to me. Without saying anything, I brought my lips to meet his, and I felt the hand on the back of my head increase pressure as he brought me in to a passionate kiss. His tongue quickly pressed into my mouth, as if desperate to explore. I brought my fingers into his hair and began using my tongue to play with his. The arm around my waist grew tighter and he brought me even closer to him, melting my body into his. I grew dizzy from the kiss and pulled away to collect myself. “What do I want?” I asked him, breathlessly. “Another kiss like that?” he asked innocently. “I want you,” I said, standing up again on my toes to kiss him, before he dipped me over his arm in the sexiest way possibly. My pussy way soaking through my underwear and I realized that it had been a long time, even with Archie, that I had been this turned on. That I had been touched or kissed as passionately as this. I pulled away reluctantly from his kiss and we locked eyes. I watched him take a few deep, sexy breaths while he broke eye contact with me and let his blue eyes travel down my neck and towards my chest, lingering, before he continued down my body, bringing one hand down my naked back, then trailing his eyes back to mine. “Can we get out of here?” he asked me before he licked his lips seductively, pulling me even closer to him. “Please,” I whispered into his ear, and pushed against his chest to bring us upright again. “Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place.” Part 2 follows. by Buckingbronco33 for Literotica

La sortie chez Intersections de Matewan, nous a fait nous plonger ces dernières semaines, dans l'œuvre de John Sayles...C'était merveilleux.Un des meilleurs cinéastes américains, apparu il y a plus de 40 ans, est quasi inconnu en France malgré une filmo riche de près de 20 films. C'est incompréhensible.Petite introduction à l'œuvre du monsieur sur lequel on reviendra très bientôt, nécessairement. A vos agendas !Dimanche 28 avril : Matewan sera projeté lors de La Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor.Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon.Mercredi 8 mai, 20h15 : En attendant Godard a 15 ans d'âge mental : il projette un film nazi le jour de la Victoire. Que fait la police?Dimanche 19 mai 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Collateral de Michael Mann

La sortie chez Intersections de Matewan, nous a fait nous plonger ces dernières semaines, dans l'œuvre de John Sayles...C'était merveilleux.Un des meilleurs cinéastes américains, apparu il y a plus de 40 ans, est quasi inconnu en France malgré une filmo riche de près de 20 films. C'est incompréhensible.Petite introduction à l'œuvre du monsieur sur lequel on reviendra très bientôt, nécessairement. A vos agendas !Dimanche 28 avril : Matewan sera projeté lors de La Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor.Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon.Mercredi 8 mai, 20h15 : En attendant Godard a 15 ans d'âge mental : il projette un film nazi le jour de la Victoire. Que fait la police?Dimanche 19 mai 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Collateral de Michael Mann    

La sortie chez Intersections de Matewan, nous a fait nous plonger ces dernières semaines, dans l'œuvre de John Sayles...C'était merveilleux.Un des meilleurs cinéastes américains, apparu il y a plus de 40 ans, est quasi inconnu en France malgré une filmo riche de près de 20 films. C'est incompréhensible.Petite introduction à l'œuvre du monsieur sur lequel on reviendra très bientôt, nécessairement. A vos agendas !Dimanche 28 avril : Matewan sera projeté lors de La Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor.Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon.Mercredi 8 mai, 20h15 : En attendant Godard a 15 ans d'âge mental : il projette un film nazi le jour de la Victoire. Que fait la police?Dimanche 19 mai 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Collateral de Michael Mann    

Le Voyeur de Michael Powell est de retour en salle et en vidéo. C'est donc l'occasion de revenir sur ce film séminal démentiel et sur une poignée d'autres films de psychopathes, notamment L'Obsédé de William Wyler et surtout The Hitcher de Robert Harmon, également de retour en salle et en vidéo en restauration 4K.A vos agendas !Dimanche 31 mars à 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Robocop de Paul VerhoevenLa Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor va être merveilleuse. Save the date !Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon. 

Le Voyeur de Michael Powell est de retour en salle et en vidéo. C'est donc l'occasion de revenir sur ce film séminal démentiel et sur une poignée d'autres films de psychopathes, notamment L'Obsédé de William Wyler et surtout The Hitcher de Robert Harmon, également de retour en salle et en vidéo en restauration 4K.A vos agendas !Dimanche 31 mars à 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Robocop de Paul VerhoevenLa Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor va être merveilleuse. Save the date !Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon. 

Le Voyeur de Michael Powell est de retour en salle et en vidéo. C'est donc l'occasion de revenir sur ce film séminal démentiel et sur une poignée d'autres films de psychopathes, notamment L'Obsédé de William Wyler et surtout The Hitcher de Robert Harmon, également de retour en salle et en vidéo en restauration 4K.A vos agendas !Dimanche 31 mars à 20h15 : Le Film du Dimanche Soir : Robocop de Paul VerhoevenLa Convention cinéphile au Cinéma Arvor va être merveilleuse. Save the date !Jeudi 2 mai 20h15 au Cinéma Arvor : The Hitcher de Robert Harmon.

Herzlich willkommen bei "Schocker mit Schlogger" – dem Podcast für Horrorfilm-Konfrontationstherapie von und mit Illustratorin Schlogger, deren Herz nicht gerade laut für Grusel schlägt. Jeden Monat stellt sie sich mutig einem von ihrer Community ausgewählten Horrorfilm, um ihn zum ersten Mal anzusehen, und anschließend tauscht sie sich mit Stu darüber aus. Dieses Mal habt ihr euch für HITCHER, DER HIGHWAY KILLER von ROBERT HARMON aus dem Jahr 1986 entschieden. War die Sichtung ein Traum oder ein Alptraum für Schlogger? Findet es einfach selbst heraus. Viel Spaß mit der neuen Folge vom Tele-Stammtisch! Trailer Wir liefern euch launige und knackige Filmkritiken, Analysen und Talks über Kino- und Streamingfilme und -serien - immer aktuell, informativ und mit der nötigen Prise Humor. Website | Youtube | PayPal | BuyMeACoffee License (Copyright): Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0) Folge direkt herunterladen Folgt uns ab sofort regelmäßig live auf Twitch: twitch.tv/dertelestammtisch

Les deux derniers énormes triomphes du cinéma de studio américain, Barbie et Oppenheimer, laissaient espérer un renouveau que ce soit dans le ton où les sujets. C'était peut-être aller trop vite quand en 2024, Hollywood prolonge sa marche arrière en recyclant ses succès des années 80. Sont annoncées dans les mois qui viennent des resucées entre autres d'Alien, Karaté Kid, Y'a-t-il un flic pour sauver la reine ?ou Le flic de Beverly Hills.. Ce n'est pas pour autant signe d'une régression façon doudou. En atteste un nouvel avatar de S.O.S Fantômes, confortant ce qui se dessinait dans une précédente tentative voici trois ans. La menace de glace joue encore plus la carte du passage de relais à une nouvelle génération de chasseurs de spectres, sans pour autant évacuer la mauvaise idée de vouloir faire du neuf avec du vieux. Paradoxalement, en reprenant et amplifiant le concept du tout premier film, à savoir déguiser une comédie familiale en film d'aventure, ce S.O.S Fantômes dégraissé de séquences surnaturelles jusqu'à se foutre royalement de gérer une intrigue de menace venue de l'outre-monde paraît presque rafraichissant dans une ère de blockbusters aux faméliques scénarios, ne jurant plus que par une surenchère dans l'action. La menace de glace préfère affiner l'écriture de personnages moins ectoplasmiques, peu à peu attachants. Reste la part de parasitage d'un gênant fan service extirpant le casting originel, de Dan Aykroyd à Bill Murray, de la naphtaline, mais rapidement cireux quand un aspect Musée Grévin tire malgré tout cet énième volet plus inattendu que prévu vers une glaciation que vers une émancipation. Cette semaine cinéma est décidément sous le sceau des années 80, avec la réapparition d'un des meilleurs films de psycho-killers de la période. En 1986, Hitcher avait justement ressourcé ce genre, alors basculé dans le cinéma d'horreur avec les déjà increvables Freddy Krueger et Jason des Vendredi 13. La traque entre un jeune convoyeur de voiture et un autostoppeur machiavélique dans le no man's land des highways rétablissait la figure inquiétante du croque-mitaine, en mettant sur le siège passager de l'Amérique un pur prédateur. Ravivant l'efficacité comme la sécheresse des premiers John Carpenter ou du Duel de Spielberg, le film de Robert Harmon y ajoutait une dose anxiogène par un supplément de nihilisme. Soutenu par la performance hallucinante de Rutger Hauer en psychopathe ultime, Hitcher se faisait perturbante étude du mal incarné. Soumis lui aussi à la loi du recyclage, Hitcher connaîtra en 2007 un piètre remake, confirmant la position d'astre noir du film de départ. Mais aussi qu'il faut finalement toujours préférer l'original à la copie. S.O.S Fantômes : la menace de glace & Hitcher. En salles le 10 avril

Émission spectres, disparitions et tracer la route. On rêve couché sur un parquet, dans les bras de nos mères, dessinée à la craie, tous les soirs en secret, ce dessin on le fait, trait pour trait, à partir d'un portrait.Dispo itou on da tube :Au programme cette semaine :* Portraits fantômes, grand documentaire de Kleber Mendonça Filho* Hitcher, de Robert Harmon, qui vient de ressortir en BR et DVD chez Sidonis Calysta______PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Le Film du Dimanche Soir, on va pacifier Détroit, mort ou vif, vous allez venir !______Coups de cœur:THOMAS: Néa (Nelly Kaplan)THIBAUT: Spice Girls. Girl Power : ces filles qui ont changé le monde (Vari Innes, Alice McMahon-Major)DOC ERWAN: revoir The Big Lebowski (Joel Coen)PLAYLISTPrégénérique / Extrait HitcherThe Pogues / The Ghost of a smileCreedence Clearwater Revival / Sweet Hitch-Hiker

Hoy toca reencuentro con una película que no veía desde niño. Una escalofriante road movie en la que Rutger Hauer se convierte en el indestructible compañero de viaje de un joven C. Thomas Howell, haciéndole la vida imposible a lo largo y ancho del desierto.

Channel your inner neuro critical care specialist in this episode wherein Dr. Grover teaches us how to manage neurologic emergencies commonly seen in the ICU. Author: Dr. Mari-Elena Pino, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Host: Dr. Ritika Kompella, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Guest speaker: Dr. Prashant Grover, Pulmonary Critical Care, St. Francis Hospital Editor: Dr. Robert Harmon, Chief Medical Resident, UCONN

Understanding right heart catheterizations got you down? In this episode, Dr. Parikh takes us on a deep dive of pulmonary hypertension, giving you the tools to crush your next CCU, ICU and pulm rotations. Author: Dr. Mari-Elena Pino, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Host: Dr. Ritika Kompella, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Guest speaker: Dr. Raj Parikh, Pulmonary Critical Care, Hartford Hospital Editor: Dr. Robert Harmon, Chief Medical Resident at UCONN.

Develop your bartending skills in the ICU by learning how to create the ideal sedation cocktail. We sat down with Dr. Grover, one of the program's favorite educators, to discuss how to achieve RASS goals and more. Author: Dr. Siddharth Venkat Ramanan, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Host: Dr. Ritika Kompella, Internal Medicine PGY-3, UCONN Guest speaker: Dr. Prashant Grover, Pulmonary Critical Care, St. Francis Hospital Editor: Dr. Robert Harmon, Chief Medical Resident at UCONN. ————————————————————-

Our mothers told us never to do this but we just couldn't resist so we're having an in-depth discussion of Robert Harmon's 1986 classic The Hitcher. Join us as we discuss the gay panic of it all in this queer-coded cautionary tale. From Rutger Hauer's predatory queer to C. Thomas Howell's virginal twink, The Hitcher has it all! Plus: the film's origins as a 190-page(???) script, lots and lots of saliva play, ferryman/fairy man and getting your car all kinds of wet. References: >Grierson, Tim. "INSIDE THE UNSETTLING, HOMOEROTIC TERROR OF ‘THE HITCHER'". Mel Megazine > Lindenburg, Marcus. “How to Make a Monster: The Homosexual Experience in Horror and Thriller Cinema”. The Review: A Journal of Undergraduate Student, Vol 23, Article 4 > Harmon, Robert. China Lake (short film). Questions? Comments? Snark? Connect with the boys on Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Letterboxd, Facebook, or join the Facebook Group to get in touch with other listeners. > Trace: @tracedthurman > Joe: @bstolemyremote Be sure to support the boys on Patreon!  Theme Music: Alexander Nakarada  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Host/Editor: Dr. Robert Harmon, Chief Medical Resident at UCONN. With this episode we will wrap up the ambulatory series for the 2022-2023 academic year. Huge shoutout to Alla Turshudzhyan for all of the work that she put into the podcast over the last year. We are very excited for her as she moves on to the next phase of her career! For my inaugural episode, we will be discussing medical abortion. There are two medications that are approved by the FDA for medical abortion; mifepristone and misoprostol. Most commonly these are administered as part of a combined regimen in which misoprostol is administered 24-28 hours after mifepristone. It is important to know that patients can resume any form of contraception after medical abortion and fertility is not effected by past medical abortion! Patients are eligible for medical abortion up until 70 days of gestation, which is determined by the patient's first day of their last menstrual cycle. Ultrasound is not required unless gestational age is not able to be determined, the patient is at high risk for ectopic pregnancy or has clinical signs of an ectopic pregnancy. I look forward to putting out some exciting content this year! Thank you for listening.

This week Gary and Iain review and discuss, The Hitcher (1986) by Director, Robert Harmon. Starring, C. Thomas Howell, Rutger Hauer and Jennifer Jason Leigh. For more Off The Shelf Reviews: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChWxkAz-n2-5Nae-IDpxBZQ/join Podcasts: https://offtheshelfreviews.podbean.com/ Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/@OTSReviews Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/OffTheShelfReviews Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/OffTheShelfReviews Support us: http://www.patreon.com/offtheshelfreviews Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/offtheshelfreviews Discord: https://discord.gg/Dyw8ctf

VANISHING POINT #19 - The Hitch-Hiker (Into the Wild, The Hitcher, The Brown Bunny et... Vanishing point !) Dix-neuvième épisode de Vanishing Point, le podcast itinérant qui vous invite à voyager sur les routes imaginaires du Cinéma, sans gps ni direction assistée, avec comme seule boussole : notre passion, nos échanges et nos envies. Piloté par Mad, Ben et Franck. Accompagné par notre impromptu auto-stoppeur Max Retrouvez Max sur Twitter (@dichael_grey) et sur Youtube : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWNyNDxMFdxk9rlXbMoqa8Q Les films abordés dans cet épisode : 00:01:23 : Skip générique (on juge pas promis) 00:06:40 : Into the Wild, Sean Penn (2007) 01:02:52 : The Hitcher, Robert Harmon (1986) 01:49:48 : BLINDTEST - OST à reconnaitre ! 01:56:50 : The Brown Bunny, Vincent Gallo (2003) 03:01:58 : Vanishing Point, Richard C. Sarafian (1971) Les réponses au blindtest précédent (Episode 18 Viva Las Vegas) : Very Bad Trip, Les diamants sont éternels, Rain Man, Le Parrain, Blade Runner 2049, Lune de miel à Las Vegas, Ocean's Eleven Rejoignez-nous sur les réseaux sociaux : TWITTER : https://twitter.com/vpoint_podcast FACEBOOK : https://www.facebook.com/podcast.vanishingpoint PODCASTICS : https://www.podcastics.com/podcast/vanishing-point/ Et sur votre plateforme de podcasts préférée ! Abonnez-vous

Just in time for Halloween, Lex picks The Hitcher from 1986. Written by Eric Red (Near Dark, Blue Steel) and directed by Robert Harmon, this not-so-talky road thriller kept Duncan far, far from it as a boy, thanks to the warnings of his trusted heroes Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert. Well, it's time for him to put on his big boy pants and take a filthy, gruesome ride down a lonely stretch of Texas highway with Rutger Hauer, C. Thomas Howell, and Duncan's beloved... Jennifer Jason Leigh (aka JJL).Will Duncan need to call his mommy for consolation or will he muscle through and put this bogeyman to bed? Tune in-- it's gonna get scary. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Happy Halloween and welcome back to Purgatory!!! Mike and Jeremy talk about a masterpiece The Hitcher from 1986 directed by Robert Harmon and written by Eric Red and staring Jennifer Jason Leigh, Rugter Hauer, C. Thomas Howell and Jeffrey DeMunn!!! Thanks for checking us out and if you'd like to find our back catalog go to podbean.com Outro song "Drifter" By the great Iron Maiden  https://youtu.be/gpPKd_awAd8 Iron Maiden - Official Website  

Frame Fatale es un podcast de películas ¿no canónicas? conducido por Sebastián De Caro, Santiago Calori y Axel Kuschevatzky. En el quincuagésimo noveno episodio nos ocupamos de Hitcher, el viajero (The Hitcher, 1986) de Robert Harmon. Podés comentar este episodio o agregar una pregunta que nada que ver usando el hashtag #FrameFatale en Twitter. Quizás sea una pegada total suscribirte en donde sea que escuches tus podcasts y tener la primicia de cosas que van a aparecer en este feed de manera caprichosa algo que, de todas maneras, y ya explicamos varias veces, es lo menos importante.

The first Modernist Style Church in St. Louis was St. Mark's. Instead of the vivid images of cherubs, saints, and sunbursts usually found in religious stained glass, these windows would carry abstract visions of the current era's deepest challenges, including war, poverty and union issues. Just press play to hear the whole story. ——— Click on search links to see if there are episodes with related content: Andrew Wanko, Religion, Architecture, Landmarks, Podcast Transcript: I'm Andrew Wanko, Public Historian of the Missouri Historical Society, and here's history, on 88.1 KDHX. ——— St. Louis's churches have no shortage of dazzling stained glass windows. But in the small south city church of St. Mark's Episcopal, you'll find a set of radical and controversial windows that didn't use visual grandeur to leave their impression. ——— Built in 1939 in St. Louis Hills, St. Mark's Episcopal was the first Modernist style church in St. Louis. The budget-strapped church had just eight thin window openings. Instead of the vivid cherubs, saints, and sunbursts usually found in religious stained glass, these windows would carry abstract visions of the current era's deepest challenges. To amplify their serious social messages, glass artist Robert Harmon used only washed out shades of blue, purple, and yellow glass. ——— One window spoke to the human and economic toll of modern warfare, showing soldiers marching beneath trees that sprouted bullets, bones, and money. Another depicted the importance of labor unity, with two workers pounding away on a gigantic nail twice their size. Yet another featured a striking union worker yanking a rope held by his feather-capped employer, and a shirtless black laborer battling a wealthy white man. These challenging modern images were counterbalanced by depictions of Biblical stories, including Jesus feeding 5,000 people with just five loaves of bread and two fish. ——— At their 1939 unveiling, the windows of St. Marks were so controversial that they incited suspicion and outrage from neighbors. A complaint that the church could be secretly spreading Communism was even lodged with the FBI, and officers from the St. Louis Police Department's anti-Communist “Red Squad” made threatening house visits to congregation members. ——— At a time when the weary faithful struggled to make sense of World War I, the Great Depression, and the staggering inequality in the United States, the stained glass windows of St. Marks Episcopal reflected their fears, hopes, and frustrations. Over 70 years later they still feel provocative, and continue to remind St. Louisans that the struggle for peace, justice, and equality is an effort that transcends generations. ——— Here's history is a joint production of the Missouri Historical Society and KDHX. I'm Andrew Wanko and this is 88.1 KDHX St. Louis. ———

In this episode Adam and Mark talk about the 1986 road thriller film directed by Robert Harmon staring Rutger Hauer - The Hitcher.

Jacob, Marten and Cody pick up Rutger Hauer and are subsequently terrorized by this stone classic of vehicular horror. Buckle up for two hours of deep dive analysis, Robert Harmon love, and bonus Vin Diesel trivia.

Frame Fatale es un podcast sobre películas no canónicas conducido por Sebastián De Caro y Santiago Calori. En este cuarto episodio, nos ocupamos de Halcones de la noche (Nighthawks, 1981) ¿de Bruce Malmuth?, un policial setentoso algo tardío. Como te podrás imaginar, hablamos de esa, pero terminamos hablando de todas estas otras: Contacto en Francia (The French Connection, 1971) de William Friedkin, Poltergeist (1982) de Tobe Hooper, Harry el sucio (Dirty Harry, 1971) de Don Siegel, La policía está para cuidar (La polizia sta a guardare, 1973) de Roberto Infascelli, Infierno (Inferno, 1980) de Dario Argento, El enigma de otro mundo (The Thing, 1982) y Fuga de Nueva York (Escape from New York, 1981) de John Carpenter, Hitcher, el viajero (The Hitcher, 1986) de Robert Harmon, Keetje Tippel (1975) y Delicia turca (Turks fruit, 1973) de Paul Verhoeven, Intriga internacional (North by Northwest, 1959) de Alfred Hitchcock, Munich (2005) de Steven Spielberg, One Day in September (1999) de Kevin Macdonald, Domingo negro (Black Sunday, 1977) de John Frankenheimer, Rocky II (1979), Rocky III (1983) y Rocky IV (1985) de Sylvester Stallone, El imperio contraataca (The Empire Strikes Back, 1980) de Irvin Kershner, F.I.S.T.: símbolo de poder (F.I.S.T., 1978) de Norman Jewison, El Padrino, parte 2 (The Godfather: Part II, 1974) de Francis Ford Coppola, Rambo (First Blood, 1982) de Ted Kotcheff, Comando (Commando, 1985) de Mark Lester, Cobra (1986) de George Cosmatos, Bananas, la locura está de moda (Bananas, 1971) de Woody Allen, Serpico (1973) de Sidney Lumet, Maníaco (Maniac, 1980) y Maniac Cop (1988) de William Lustig, Arma mortal (Lethal Weapon, 1987) de Rochard Donner, Duro de matar (Die Hard, 1988) de John McTiernan, Dificil de matar (Hard to Kill, 1990) de Bruce Malmuth, Brigada de moralidad (Brigade des mœurs, 1985) de Max Pécas, Sin aliento (À bout de souffle, 1960) de Jean-Luc Godard, Disparen sobre el pianista (Tirez sur le pianiste, 1960) de François Truffaut, El samurái (Le samouraï, 1967) y El círculo rojo (Le cercle rouge, 1970) de Jean-Pierre Melville, Rififí (1955) de Jules Dassin, Apocalypse Now (1979) de Francis Ford Coppola, Busco mi destino (Easy Rider, 1969) de Dennis Hopper, Investigación de un ciudadano sobre toda sospecha (Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto, 1970) de Elio Petri, La captura del Pelham 1-2-3 (The Taking of Pelham One Two Three, 1974) de Joseph Sargent, El vengador anónimo (Death Wish, 1974) de Michael Winner, 48 horas (48 Hrs, 1982) de Walter Hill, Sala de espera al infierno (The Dead Pool , 1988) de Buddy Van Horn, Bullit (1968) de Peter Yates, El pasado me condena (Klute, 1971), Todos los hombres del presidente (All the President's Men, 1976) y Asesinos S.A. (The Parallax View, 1974) de Alan J. Pakula, Carlos (2010) de Olivier Assayas, La chica del tambor (The Little Drimmer Girl, 1984) de George Roy Hill, El día del chacal (The Day of the Jackal, 1973) de Fred Zinnemann, La conversación (The Conversation, 1974) de Francis Ford Coppola, Vestida para matar (Dressed to Kill, 1980) de Brian De Palma, Trama macabra (Family Plot, 1976) de Alfred Hitchcock y El inquilino (The Tennant, 1976) de Roman Polanski... ... por si justo te dio paja anotar. Podés comentar este episodio usando el hashtag #FrameFatale en Twitter, pero hacé lo que quieras la verdad. Frame Fatale volverá el lunes que viene. Quizás sea una pegada total suscribirte en donde sea que escuches tus podcasts y tener la primicia que de todas maneras, como ya explicamos varias veces, es lo menos importante.

Welcome to 2021! We kick off the new year with a look at a dark side of human behavior...road rage! First up is 2004's "Highwaymen", from the director of the 80's classic "The Hitcher" Robert Harmon. Starring Jim Caviezel and Rhona Mitra, it's a big, noisy action movie, that tells a story of revenge between two men who have fast, dangerous cars. There is smashing, crashing, flipping and exploding action throughout and it's a fun bit of escapist entertainment. We follow that with 2020's "Unhinged" starring Russell Crowe as a huge, psychotic brute with an enormous pickup truck and an axe to grind with a woman and son in a station wagon. It is rough, vicious, intense and violent, and Crowe is terrifying and believable as someone you do NOT want to cross. The show goes long as we get reacquainted  after a long pause over the holidays, and we talk about all the things we've watched since the last show. Please send emails to flickersfrom@yahoo.com or flickersfrom@gmail.com. You can also reach us on Facebook, Instagramand Twitter.

Cette semaine, retour dans les années 80 avec le très culte THE HITCHER, un thriller porté par le magnétisme du regretté Rutger Hauer et magnifié par la mise en scène de Robert Harmon, qui signe ici son premier film. Disparu le 19 juillet 2019, Rutger Hauer laisse derrière lui une carrière en dents de scie, pourtant émaillée de certains rôles emblématiques. On pense évidemment au Replicant dans BLADE RUNNER, au terroriste européen dans LES FAUCONS DE LA NUIT et aux différents personnages qu’il a interprété devant la caméra de Paul Verhoeven. Celui de l’énigmatique auto-stoppeur John Ryder dans THE HITCHER en fait partie, à plus forte raison car Rutger Hauer livre une performance diabolique, qui se fond totalement dans les cadres parfois oniriques de Rober Harmon. Rafik Djoumi et Stéphane Moïssakis reviennent sur ce « classique » un peu oublié du road movie des années 80, révélé à l’époque par le magazine Continue Reading

Trés à l'aise dans notre vidéoclub, Rico du podcast Nanarland et Sharkparade revient pour parler de The Hitcher de Robert Harmon avec le regretté Rutger Hauer dans le rôle d'un auto-stoppeur psychopathe. Un beau programme donc qui, on l'espère ne vous laissera pas au bord de la route...

Trés à l'aise dans notre vidéoclub, Rico du podcast Nanarland et Sharkparade revient pour parler de The Hitcher de Robert Harmon avec le regretté Rutger Hauer dans le rôle d'un auto-stoppeur psychopathe. Un beau programme donc qui, on l'espère ne vous laissera pas au bord de la route...

Bob has been wandering LDI with his roller bag of coffee for as long as I can remember. As bob says... it gets him invited to a lot of parties... but it's also brilliant marketing on his part. Robert started his first business at 12 years old and founded Eggshell at 16. Since that time, he's worked with the who's who of live acts. This episode is brought to you by ACT Lighting. 

Pop Art Painter Jamie Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Omri Dorani (Director) with  Rob Harmon (Writer), Jeff Ayars (Actor, Producer) & Simone Policano (Actor, Producer). (This is Our Home / Horror, Romance, 2019) to the Show!  Web: www.thisisourhomefilm.comFacebook: www.facebook.com/thisisourhomefilm Omri Dorani’s caravan of suspense This is Our Home premieres on DVD and Demand this December from Uncork’d Entertainment. Jeff Ayars and Simone Policano star in the chilling account of a struggling couple who, during a weekend getaway, are greeted in the middle of the night by a child claiming to be their son. Scripted by Robert Harmon, This is our Home is a “measured piece of psychological horror that will follow you home” (Horror Buzz), hitting disc and digital December 3.

PLANET VULCAN - EPISODE TWENTY-TWO: TERMINATOR ['84] / TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY ['91] Special Guest: Matthew Monagle (Writer: Austin Chronicle, One Perfect Shot/Film School Rejects, /Film) Episode Breakdown: Intro Director's Wall: Terminator ['84] / Terminator 2: Judgement Day ['91] Employee Picks:  Rockie: TUFF TURF [1985, d. Fritz Kier & w. Jette Rinck] Jacob: EYES WIDE SHUT [1999, d. Stanley Kubrick, w. Frederic Raphael & Stanley Kubrick]  The Regulars:  Matthew Monagle (Film Writer: Austin Chronicle, One Perfect Shot/Film School Rejects, /Film) Matthew's Pick: THE HITCHER [1986, d. Robert Harmon, w. Eric Red]

CCA Episode 10: Coach Robert Harmon to discuss Travel Ball and Parent engagement.Coach Harmon has been a coaching high school basketball for over 10 years. He has been involved in all aspect of the sport with positions ranging from Boys and Girls Assistant coach to Head Boys and Head Girls Coach, while also serving as school athletic director.As a Head Girls coach he lead his team to the school's first ever State Tournament appearance. As a Head Boys coach, his team finished first in their division for the 1st time in 20 years. And just last year he helped lead the American Fork Cavemen to their first 6A State Championship in 40 years.Coach Harmon has also been coaching the highly competitive AAU circuit for almost 15 years and has helped countless high school athletes continue on in their athletic careers to the collegiate level.

C. Thomas Howell stars as Jim Halsey, a young Chicago native driving a car cross-country to California. The Texas road he's currently on is lonely and Jim is tired, but he spies a way he might stay awake in the form of hitchhiker John Ryder (Rutger Hauer). It doesn't take long before Jim becomes unnerved by his new passenger, as Ryder claims he's decapitated viciously the last person to give him a ride and that he will do the same to Jim. Jim finds a way to kick Ryder out of the vehicle, but he keeps showing up again, killing more victims along the way. Things go from horrific to maddening once the grisly body count rises and Jim becomes implicated in the murders, as all signs seem to point to him.  Jennifer Jason Leigh gets a supporting role in this stylish and twisted cult thriller.

Capítulo 221 - Cacería humana Conducción: Diego Cirulo, Fabio Villalba. Se cazan animales, por deporte o por hambre. ¿Qué pasaría si los humanos pasan a ser la presa? La respuesta la encontramos en tres películas que desarrollan el tema en profundidad: "A game of death" (Robert Wise, 1945), "The hitcher" (Robert Harmon, 1988) y "Hard target" (John Woo, 1993). ¡Acompañanos, seas cazador o cazado! Producción general: Diego Cirulo, Fabio Villalba. Locución: Daniela Jorquera Música: Bahía Blanca Webmaster: Andrés Cirulo

Capítulo 221 - Cacería humana Conducción: Diego Cirulo, Fabio Villalba. Se cazan animales, por deporte o por hambre. ¿Qué pasaría si los humanos pasan a ser la presa? La respuesta la encontramos en tres películas que desarrollan el tema en profundidad: "A game of death" (Robert Wise, 1945), "The hitcher" (Robert Harmon, 1988) y "Hard target" (John Woo, 1993). ¡Acompañanos, seas cazador o cazado! Producción general: Diego Cirulo, Fabio Villalba. Locución: Daniela Jorquera Música: Bahía Blanca Webmaster: Andrés Cirulo

Welcome back for another episode of the GGtMC!!! This week the Gents cover Dragonslayer (1981) directed by Matthew Robbins and The Hitcher (1986) directed by Robert Harmon!!! Emails to midnitecinema@gmail.com Adios!!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ggtmc/message

The Criterion Collection, the last vestige of truly collectible DVD and Blu-Ray movies in existence. These are well produced, fancy pants editions of important and interesting films for the discerning film lover. We continue our journey through Jim's collection of movies with... Love Streams Spine Number: 721 Director: John Cassavetes Genre: Drama   During our time looking at The Criterion Collection there has only been one thing stranger than seeing "A Michael Bay Film" at the beginning of two of our movies. That is seeing the logo for Cannon films come up. That in and of itself is strange, but that it is at the beginning of a John Cassavetes movie... we are entering a new arena of surreal here. For those unfamiliar with Cannon, back in the 80's, 2 Israeli businessmen, Menahem Golan and Yoran Globus, made a bunch of really low budget action and exploitation movies. There were cheap, dirty, and decidedly low brow. So, how the hell did John Cassavetes, the father of independent movies, end up working with them? We have no idea, but the results are... interesting. The story follows Robert Harmon, played by Cassavetes, a writer trying to find something like love, mostly by paying for it, and his sister Sarah Lawson, played by Gina Rowlands (hands down the most bad ass lady on the planet), who is having a bit of a crisis after her marriage falls apart. The narrative is loose, and is more of a character study than anything else. It's a fascinating look at broken people who have no idea how to fix themsleves, much less help each other. This is classic Cassavetes. Lots of smoking, drinking with the kids, and brutal emotional exposure. Not for the faint of heart.   Next time... Spine number 753: The Thin Blue Line  Also, check this out. The Life Masters is now it's own show with its own site and own dedicated feed. That's right, we have two completely different shows!  Right now check it out at www.thelifemasters.podbean.com. You can also drink in our brilliance on Youtube for both The Film Thugs and The Life Masters. http://fantasymovieleague.com/ Looks like Summer Movie League has officially become Fantasy Movie League. It looks quite fun. Here's how it works. You have an 8 screen theater. Every week you pick movies and have a budget/salary cap you have to stay under. Then you compete against other theaters in your league. It's fantasy football for movie people. Our league is Film Thugs 2015 and the password is Porterhouse. And remember, you can be a part of the show any time you wild like. How's that? All you have to do is call or e-mail us. If you live in the US, or any place that makes calling the US easy, just dial 512-666-RANT and leave us a voicemail. We will read the Google Voice transcript and play your message. It's both funny AND informative. If you live outside the US you can call us on Skype at The_Film_Thugs. You can leave a message, or someone might actually answer. E-mail us at thefilmthugs@gmail.com and we will read/play whatever you send us, or you can e-mail thugquestions@gmail.com to be part of  an upcoming "Ask the Film Thugs" show, where we answer questions on any subject without having heard them first. Also, we are on twitter @thefilmthugs and on Facebook and Vine. Also, be sure to check back often for our new endeavor The Life Masters, where we answer questions to other advice columnists. Thanks for listening, and until next week...    

Welcome to Dark Discussions podcast. Your place for the discussion of horror film, fiction, and all that's fantastic. In the mid 1980’s, horror films seemed to become derivative with releases of copy cats and sequels that were being pumped out as fast as they could. Both low budget filmmakers and studio executives saw dollar signs before they saw originality. Yet in 1986 screenwriter Eric Red came up with a tale that seemed to buck this shallow trend. Prior to writing Near Dark, the Kathryn Bigelow helmed vampire film, he burst upon the seen with his script for The Hitcher, a dark and psychologically brutal film. Directed by first time director Robert Harmon, the film divided critics more so than many films of the time. With its throwback story to such gritty movies as The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and its twenty-years-too-soon foreshadowing of films such as Seven or Silence of the Lambs, folks such as Roger Ebert called it “diseased and corrupt” while Newsweek Magazine thought it to be superb. With a supporting role by Jeffrey DeMunn and starring box office draws of the time, C. Thomas Howell and Jennifer Jason Leigh, the film became a cult classic because of the career defining role of Dutch actor Rutger Hauer. Known for playing disturbed characters in film, Rutger Hauer steals the movie as a sociopath that brings psychological chills in mannerisms and speech more so than any onscreen physical violence. Critics have analyzed and dissected the film. Topics as wide as split personality disorder, homophobic angst, and the fight between heaven and hell have been discussed as meanings behind the film. Dark Discussions studies the cult classic with special guest M.J. Preston, author of the horror novel The Equinox, and honor a film that co-host Eric has declared as one of the top ten best horror films of all time. As always we welcome your comments: darkdiscussions@aol.com (written email or attached mp3 files) WWW.DARKDISCUSSIONS.COM

There's a killer on the road... John Ryder (Rutger Hauer). He's The Hitcher and he's terrorizing Jim Halsey (C. Thomas Howell) in Robert Harmon's classic road terror flick.Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

There's a killer on the road... John Ryder (Rutger Hauer). He's The Hitcher and he's terrorizing Jim Halsey (C. Thomas Howell) in Robert Harmon's classic road terror flick.

Jim Caviezel stars in Highwaymen, the unofficial companion piece to Robert Harmon's cult classic, The Hitcher. Rennie Cray (Caviezel) is a broken man following the murderous exploits of another broken man, Fargo (Colm Feore). Caught in the middle of this personal vendetta is Fargo's latest pretty, but scarred target, Molly (Rhona Mitra). Meanwhile, a State Traffic Investigator named Macklin (Frankie Faison), is trying to piece together the nature of this particular cat and mouse game between Cray and Fargo.It's a loud, furious thriller where cars get mangled and destroyed because two men are way past the point of being able to "hug it out". In this commentary, I talk about the importance of rhythm and pacing in a thriller, balancing the ratio between action set pieces and character back story, all the while getting the most out of your sound mixing and editing. As is usually the case, please listen for my preemptive countdown before starting your DVD.NOTE: This is a Region 2 disc, so there might be a slight synchronization issue for those of you with Stateside DVDs. However, this looks to be a simple port of the American release, so perhaps playback will run at the same speeds. Please let me know if this is not the case.