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Two Turtle Doves, or Dildos?Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, “Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana.” Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, “Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you.” Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. “It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you.”Dana gulped, wanting some words to come out of her throat, but nothing happened. She wasn’t sure if those stuck words ever made it onto her tongue what they would say to Orlando’s proposition. She liked the idea that they could be a ‘yes’, but something held her back from giving an answer. She let her emotions bubble hot inside of her, waiting until they were ready to come out in their own time; she wished and hoped they’d be an accepting 'yes’, but she wasn’t sure.The roaming fingers of her cooing partridge traced down the side of her neck, parting her collar from her prickly, heated skin. His fingers found her bra strap and followed it lower along the pathway that brought his touch to the slope of her tit. With one hand, the tips of his fingers ran along the upper rim of her black lacy cup while the other hand undid the top button of her blouse. Orlando breathed his warm, moist breath into her ear. “You’ve changed into something lacy since I’ve arrived,” was Orlando’s observation. “You have not given me a spoken answer as to whether you’ll accept an intimate gift, but I have gotten your subtle answer by my discovery of your hidden charms. You are a charming woman,” Orlando breathed into her ear in a husky voice, and then gave her a small kiss on the cheek.Dana let out a small moan as she unconsciously tipped her head back, exposing her throat and lifting her tits as Orlando teased her flesh as he continued with his light touch running along the contours of her bra. Her gift lover recognized the moan, the short breaths, the exposed throat and the visible flush of her chest as the tell-tale signs of a woman drifting into seduction. Dana didn’t have to speak; she had already extended an invitation in the wordless language of lovers for Orlando to take her wherever he wanted to go.Orlando worked deliberately, unfastening each button as he pressed his warm lips to her throat followed by tiny, wet touches with the tip of his tongue. Dana let his attention wash over her skin, floating on warm waves that rippled through her insides. With the bottom button undone, he rolled his fingers around her cups, petting her ribs before setting his fingers between her fingers, lifting their entwined hands and guiding Dana out of the kitchen, floating toward the back of the house.Lifting her unfastened shirt off her shoulders, Orlando tossed it over a chair in the corner and then pressed her with his palm, forcing Dana to fall back onto the bed. Dana landed on her back with a giggle, loving the feeling of being desired and taken. She placed her hands behind her head, accentuating her tits covered in the gossamer black fabric of her cups. She relished watching Orlando, waiting to see his next move.Orlando reached into the side pocket of his jacket, tossing a small bottle onto the bed. “What’s that?” asked Dana from her reclining pin-up girl pose.“Consider it 'partridge oil,’ my little chickpea. Some of us more experienced partridges find that a dab or two on a partridge’s pecker makes for smoother night’s nesting in our chosen pear tree.”Dana broke into a broad grin, “I never knew partridges were such considerate birds,” she said.“Not all partridges are, some will leave droppings on your car. But when a partridge finds an attractive limb or two, we partridges are known to be considerate nesters.” Orlando tossed his jacket over the back of the corner chair and then stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks.“Now, I believe this old, experienced partridge has found a pair of attractive limbs that interest me a great deal.” Orlando crawled onto the bed, unsnapped Dana’s pants and pulled them off as she lifted her lower limbs skyward. Orlando admired her matching lacy black panties for a moment before he swooped in and removed the pair just as he’d done with her pants. “Ah, there is a pretty little partridge nest at the top of a pair of attractive limbs,” announced Orlando, more to himself than to Dana.Dana felt shy, but at the same time pleased to be the object of a man’s intimate attention for the first time in a long time. She lay on the bed, her cunny and pubic hair exposed to Orlando’s admiring eyes while still trussed up in her bra. She squirmed over to retrieve the bottle of lubricant that Orlando had tossed onto the quilt. She shook it in front of the shirtless man lying next to her, teasing him she asked, “Don’t you have to molt or something before this 'partridge oil’ can be applied to your pecker?” She was pleased to see the fabric at his crotch stretched over a nice, rigid form.“I’m getting the urge to roost, but I’d enjoy a little more playtime.” Orlando tucked his targeted pear tree under the heavy quilt, slipping under to join her. He pulled her over to cuddle next to him. He slipped her straps off her shoulders, massaging and nibbling at her back as he unhooked the last of her garments, discarding it over the side of the bed. He rolled her onto her back, cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed her arms, working his lips to the top of her tit, bunching her tit in his firm grip as he pushed her erect nipple into his mouth. He inhaled her exquisitely sensitive titty tip with a vigorous suction that filled his hot, wet mouth. His tongue darted and circled around her puffed up bits, sending sparks shooting into her clit. He worked her fleshy mounds over with his mouth, drooling over her melons and adding to the juicy wet sensation she was getting between her thighs.As he lapped at her nipples, caressing, licking, squeezing and mashing her mammaries with his right hand, his left hand traveled across her belly, inching its way lower on her body. Dana opened herself, thrilled to once again feel the pleasure of a man intimately handling all of her excited girl parts. Her cunny was more than moist, her breathing shallow and her brain swimming in a warm fog. Dana arched her hips as Orlando’s hand petted her bush; her little princess ached to once again be embraced by a dancing partner. It has been so long. Her warm, buttery inner parts were feeling more wonderful than she ever remembered.Orlando’s fingers passed over her dewy vulva with a firm pressure. His hand made a tight circular grinding motion before he spread her puffy lips open, probing along her slick walls, climbing up her canyon. Dana held her breath, she wanted to squeal before he got to her clit, but she held her silence with closed eyes, letting the anticipation of first contact build in her lungs and in her loins.Orlando’s fingertip crept up the underside of her rigid clit, painting her in her own sex juices. He circled her aroused bud, triggering a flash of blue electricity that shot under her skin to her toes. Dana’s hips bucked; her ass arched as she pushed her sex trigger into her lover’s fingers. He ran a couple of his fingers into her slippery cunny, drawing them up to her clit, bathing her in her own nectar. Dana burst into a series of brusque chirps, half-screaming, half-moaning as she was seized by convulsing and shaking legs. She choked out in shallow breaths, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh god, oh fuck. Oh, fucking fuck.”Orlando let her convulsions subside. Dana covered her eyes with her hands, gasping for breath as his fingers rested, half filling her pulsing cunny. “I could be wrong – but I’m not; you have a lot more in the tank my little chickpea.” Orlando stuffed his fingers further up inside her cunt as if he was taking the measure of her tank. He pulled out slowly, making sure he tickled her g-spot as he withdrew from her throbbing void.“I might have forgotten about the next element in your Secret Santa swap tonight, except it is so fucking uncomfortable right now. I’m afraid you’ll have to perform the final plucking of your evening’s gift partridge. I will need the skilled digits of my beautiful assistant; would you please remove my remaining apparel. I have been instructed by the one who sent me, to inform you that there is a special package waiting for you underneath.”With the glee of a young girl selecting her wrapped package from under the Christmas tree, Dana rolled on her side, unzipping Orlando’s white trousers and pulling them off. His erection was obvious under his holiday themed underwear, yet it looked as if his underwear was packing more than expected. Curious about his cock and whatever extras accompanied his package, she tugged his last bit of wrapping away to reveal the full package. Dana whooped in surprise, and laughed a hearty laugh, admiring the red bow adding a festive cheer to his stiff prick. “Oh my! Is this all for me?” she giggled.Orlando shrugged, “I suggest you read the label. If it’s not addressed to you, I’ve made a terrible mistake.”Dana picked up the card hanging from the red bow, dangling below Orlando’s Christmas balls: “On the First Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, A Partridge in a Pear Tree. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I’ve selected for you. I’ve decided to exchange more than cookies after our usual Christmas Cookie Exchange. Dana, Merry Fucking Christmas! – McNally.”Dana let a little squeak escape, “This is all so very naughty.”Orlando thrust his hips toward Dana, “Yes it is. Would you do me a favor and unknot me?” he said, shaking his boner in front of her to get her to remove the bow and gift card from his masculine package.Dana’s eyes flashed with a mischievous grin, she wiggled her fingers in excitement before blushing as she reached to the base of the proud cock, lifting the elastic band at the base to un-decorate Orlando’s extended organ.“Thank you,” was his response as his partridge cock was now as free as a bird. He searched the folds of the bed cover, looking to find the bottle of partridge pecker oil he’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Dana found it under her bottom, showing her find to Orlando.“May I?” was her question as she managed a sheepish look up into Orlando’s eyes.“The pleasure would be all mine,” he replied.Dana reached out to grab his manhandle, coaxing him into bed. She crawled over him, letting her tits hang down, dangling in his face. She dropped her shoulders, let one nipple land on his lips, he gave her a lick, and then she plopped her other nipple to his lips, receiving a second exhilarating lick. She scooted down, grasping the base of his cock, about to apply a dab of lube, when she thought better of her idea.She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the inflexible piece of anatomy, trying to recall the fun of having a man’s stiff cock penetrating her. It had been a while since she had even imagined enjoying the pleasure of a good fucking. She admired his towering erection, abandoned her last bit of hesitation holding her back and opened her lips and took him in deep. She moved her hands to his nuts, caressed them as she swabbed the hot pink shaft with her tongue. She sucked and stroked him, bringing him to maximum stiffness without a hint of gagging, feeling proud of her accomplishment.Orlando held her head tight between his hands as she bobbed up and down in slow, long strokes with her lips. Orlando’s hands reached under her, grabbing a handful of titties in each hand, massaging her boobs and making sure she had her plush nips squeezed between his fingers just the right amount of rough, stimulating pleasure.Dana was getting lathered up again, her lady parts were plump and wet with the thrill of sucking a thick cock and the powerful handling of her tits, making her want that cock to leave her lips and tongue and find its way down to her labia and clit. Dana let Orlando’s erection pull out of her mouth with a satisfying plop. She closed her eyes and made the deep humming sound of an aroused woman wanting and waiting to be taken.Orlando positioned his hand under her hanging udders, holding them in his solid grasp; he tilted her onto her back. Picking up the bottle of lube, he poured a small stream over her steaming cunt, rubbing his shaft with a second slathering. Dana’s humming picked up in pitch as the cold lube oil fell on her labia, but Orlando’s warm hands worked it into her soft girly flesh and made her feel happy and aroused to be pampered with floral scented oil on her feminine folds.Orlando had a well-oiled tool after a couple of strokes. He was eager to climb into his pear tree after great stimulating oral sex and the delight of handling Dana’s attractive and suitably large and pendulous tits. He spread Dana’s legs, pushing her knees wide after oiling her inner thighs. With a little bounce he crow-hopped between Dana’s outstretched legs, landing on the gaping fruit of his pear tree. His partridge flew into her, surprising her with his sudden furious first fuck. He was thick and forced her apart, she felt stuffed; startled at the filling sensation, surprised at the penetration and swoopy with the undulating, gripping response of her unpracticed sex muscles to Orlando’s perching inside her cunt.Orlando gripped her hips, Dana’s legs pointed up as he pounded her with scooping, hungry thrusts of his hips, poking, prodding, pushing his pecker deeper into her ravenous nether regions. Her screams began with his first humping thrust; each blow between her legs brought a corresponding scream, he was the hammer, she was the anvil. The hammer hit her with shuddering force, the anvil of her sex rang out with each blow in an echoing scream of unbridled pleasure. She was being pounded into a form of malleable feminine flesh as her lover worked her over.Dana had been fucked many times before, she and Sander had made love, mad love, lazy love, hungry love and yet this was new for her. She let each throbbing thrust push her higher. She let Orlando’s prick hammer her hard, pushing her to that orgasmic edge, an edge that was always a mystery. Dana never knew what was over the edge, at least not until she had been pushed over it and was falling into its abyss, filled with swirling clouds and tumbling waves of passion. She gave herself away, letting Orlando push her to the edge.She was hanging at the edge of her orgasm, she felt her lover’s muscles tighten along his lean body, his breathing was labored, her desire was to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to give herself to him. In giving herself up to his explosive ejaculation, she would be blasted into deep space. The lovers would be swept away together in a perfect climax.Dana tensed in response to the man fucking her as he strained to gather his energy like a coiled spring planted deep inside her sex chamber. With a throaty groan, Orlando let his seed burst from his loins, flooding Dana with white hot fluid. She felt his release. His energy tripped her delicately balanced desire. Orlando’s hot splash burst against the back of her vibrating inner hollow, exploding out through her lungs, rattling her pelvis as she shook and collapsed at its seductive power. The heat of her explosion radiated through all her muscles, warping the dimensions of her bedroom.Orlando rolled off her, pulling the heavy quilt over the two of them. He pulled Dana close to him, spooning with her as he buried his nose in her hair, letting his hand rest on her tit as dreams of sugar plums danced in their heads as they snuggled into a relaxed sleep like a contented partridge in a sweet pear tree.December’s late sunrise was filtering through the blinds when Dana opened her eyes at Orlando’s touch on her bare back. He ran his hand over her skin, rubbing the small of her back as she rolled over on her stomach. Waking up to a man’s roaming hands was a forgotten pleasure for Dana. Her night’s partner massaged her rump as she purred. Orlando gave her a light smack across her ass, whispering, “You have a beautiful pear-shaped ass, fresh and firm.” He bent over and took a tiny nip at her flank, Dana flinched, then he kissed it all better.“I regret that I have an appointment for later this morning. Please excuse me, but I will take my leave after a wonderful experience.” Dana watched him dress from under a wad of sheets and blankets.“Mr. Partridge?” she called as he moved toward the bedroom door, Orlando smiled and turned toward the nude woman lying in bed.“Yes?” he asked in a jaunty tone.“Tell McNally, 'Have yourself a Merry Fucking Christmas to one and to all’, would you?”Orlando chuckled, “That sounds like an inside joke among The Chix. I’ll leave that one up to you to deliver that message, my little chickpea.” Orlando let himself out of the house. Two Turtle DovesDana was reluctant to rise out of bed; she wished she could linger under the covers with a lover all day. But she was resigned to the fact that the day had to move forward. She locked the door, put on a pot of coffee and made her bed. Her phone pinged. She went to find it and red the incoming text.It was from Annie, 'Clear your calendar this afternoon girl. I’ll be delivering a holiday surprise package to your house. You will need to be at home to receive it!’ Dana’s first thought was, how sweet of Annie.She was expecting a visit from Annie when the doorbell rang mid-afternoon. Dana was surprised to see Nelson on her doorstep. “Is Annie with you?” Dana asked with a quizzical look and a realization that she was experiencing a flash of deja vu all over again.Nelson stepped into the house carrying a small gift bag and handed Dana a scroll tied with a white ribbon. “What’s this?” Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Nelson. “This is all so mysterious - again,” she said with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. Dana ran her eyes up and down the broad, well-toned frame of the dark-haired man whom she had known as a friend for many years.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her face as she red Annie’s words while her complexion blushed to contrast with the scroll&rsquo

SC Heerenveen kende een mooie week met zes punten uit twee duels. Na de 1-3 zege bij Go Ahead Eagles werd PEC Zwolle in het Abe Lenstra-stadion met 4-2 verslagen. „We staan er weer bij”, zei trainer Robin Veldman dan ook tevreden, doelend op de achtste plaats. Niettemin moet de trainer de komende weken een aantal interessante beslissingen nemen. Wat doet hij als Dylan Vente en Luuk Brouwers weer terugkeren, zeker nu Lasse Nordas en Ringo Meerveld op deze posities goed spelen? Wat is de zin en onzin van een groepsgesprek, zoals deze afgelopen week werd gehouden met de selectie? En wat zijn de conclusies over het karakter van dit elftal, dat twee keer knap terugkwam van een achterstand? En hoe zat het met de nachtrust van Lasse Nordas? LC-verslaggever Sander de Vries bespreekt het allemaal met Gerald Sibon in deze aflevering van Omroep Abe. *Vragen voor in de podcast? Mail naar: sander.devries@lc.nl *SC Heerenveen op de voet volgen? Abonneer je hier op onze nieuwsbriefSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Two Turtle Doves, or Dildos?Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, “Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana.” Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, “Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you.” Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. “It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you.”Dana gulped, wanting some words to come out of her throat, but nothing happened. She wasn’t sure if those stuck words ever made it onto her tongue what they would say to Orlando’s proposition. She liked the idea that they could be a ‘yes’, but something held her back from giving an answer. She let her emotions bubble hot inside of her, waiting until they were ready to come out in their own time; she wished and hoped they’d be an accepting 'yes’, but she wasn’t sure.The roaming fingers of her cooing partridge traced down the side of her neck, parting her collar from her prickly, heated skin. His fingers found her bra strap and followed it lower along the pathway that brought his touch to the slope of her tit. With one hand, the tips of his fingers ran along the upper rim of her black lacy cup while the other hand undid the top button of her blouse. Orlando breathed his warm, moist breath into her ear. “You’ve changed into something lacy since I’ve arrived,” was Orlando’s observation. “You have not given me a spoken answer as to whether you’ll accept an intimate gift, but I have gotten your subtle answer by my discovery of your hidden charms. You are a charming woman,” Orlando breathed into her ear in a husky voice, and then gave her a small kiss on the cheek.Dana let out a small moan as she unconsciously tipped her head back, exposing her throat and lifting her tits as Orlando teased her flesh as he continued with his light touch running along the contours of her bra. Her gift lover recognized the moan, the short breaths, the exposed throat and the visible flush of her chest as the tell-tale signs of a woman drifting into seduction. Dana didn’t have to speak; she had already extended an invitation in the wordless language of lovers for Orlando to take her wherever he wanted to go.Orlando worked deliberately, unfastening each button as he pressed his warm lips to her throat followed by tiny, wet touches with the tip of his tongue. Dana let his attention wash over her skin, floating on warm waves that rippled through her insides. With the bottom button undone, he rolled his fingers around her cups, petting her ribs before setting his fingers between her fingers, lifting their entwined hands and guiding Dana out of the kitchen, floating toward the back of the house.Lifting her unfastened shirt off her shoulders, Orlando tossed it over a chair in the corner and then pressed her with his palm, forcing Dana to fall back onto the bed. Dana landed on her back with a giggle, loving the feeling of being desired and taken. She placed her hands behind her head, accentuating her tits covered in the gossamer black fabric of her cups. She relished watching Orlando, waiting to see his next move.Orlando reached into the side pocket of his jacket, tossing a small bottle onto the bed. “What’s that?” asked Dana from her reclining pin-up girl pose.“Consider it 'partridge oil,’ my little chickpea. Some of us more experienced partridges find that a dab or two on a partridge’s pecker makes for smoother night’s nesting in our chosen pear tree.”Dana broke into a broad grin, “I never knew partridges were such considerate birds,” she said.“Not all partridges are, some will leave droppings on your car. But when a partridge finds an attractive limb or two, we partridges are known to be considerate nesters.” Orlando tossed his jacket over the back of the corner chair and then stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks.“Now, I believe this old, experienced partridge has found a pair of attractive limbs that interest me a great deal.” Orlando crawled onto the bed, unsnapped Dana’s pants and pulled them off as she lifted her lower limbs skyward. Orlando admired her matching lacy black panties for a moment before he swooped in and removed the pair just as he’d done with her pants. “Ah, there is a pretty little partridge nest at the top of a pair of attractive limbs,” announced Orlando, more to himself than to Dana.Dana felt shy, but at the same time pleased to be the object of a man’s intimate attention for the first time in a long time. She lay on the bed, her cunny and pubic hair exposed to Orlando’s admiring eyes while still trussed up in her bra. She squirmed over to retrieve the bottle of lubricant that Orlando had tossed onto the quilt. She shook it in front of the shirtless man lying next to her, teasing him she asked, “Don’t you have to molt or something before this 'partridge oil’ can be applied to your pecker?” She was pleased to see the fabric at his crotch stretched over a nice, rigid form.“I’m getting the urge to roost, but I’d enjoy a little more playtime.” Orlando tucked his targeted pear tree under the heavy quilt, slipping under to join her. He pulled her over to cuddle next to him. He slipped her straps off her shoulders, massaging and nibbling at her back as he unhooked the last of her garments, discarding it over the side of the bed. He rolled her onto her back, cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed her arms, working his lips to the top of her tit, bunching her tit in his firm grip as he pushed her erect nipple into his mouth. He inhaled her exquisitely sensitive titty tip with a vigorous suction that filled his hot, wet mouth. His tongue darted and circled around her puffed up bits, sending sparks shooting into her clit. He worked her fleshy mounds over with his mouth, drooling over her melons and adding to the juicy wet sensation she was getting between her thighs.As he lapped at her nipples, caressing, licking, squeezing and mashing her mammaries with his right hand, his left hand traveled across her belly, inching its way lower on her body. Dana opened herself, thrilled to once again feel the pleasure of a man intimately handling all of her excited girl parts. Her cunny was more than moist, her breathing shallow and her brain swimming in a warm fog. Dana arched her hips as Orlando’s hand petted her bush; her little princess ached to once again be embraced by a dancing partner. It has been so long. Her warm, buttery inner parts were feeling more wonderful than she ever remembered.Orlando’s fingers passed over her dewy vulva with a firm pressure. His hand made a tight circular grinding motion before he spread her puffy lips open, probing along her slick walls, climbing up her canyon. Dana held her breath, she wanted to squeal before he got to her clit, but she held her silence with closed eyes, letting the anticipation of first contact build in her lungs and in her loins.Orlando’s fingertip crept up the underside of her rigid clit, painting her in her own sex juices. He circled her aroused bud, triggering a flash of blue electricity that shot under her skin to her toes. Dana’s hips bucked; her ass arched as she pushed her sex trigger into her lover’s fingers. He ran a couple of his fingers into her slippery cunny, drawing them up to her clit, bathing her in her own nectar. Dana burst into a series of brusque chirps, half-screaming, half-moaning as she was seized by convulsing and shaking legs. She choked out in shallow breaths, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh god, oh fuck. Oh, fucking fuck.”Orlando let her convulsions subside. Dana covered her eyes with her hands, gasping for breath as his fingers rested, half filling her pulsing cunny. “I could be wrong – but I’m not; you have a lot more in the tank my little chickpea.” Orlando stuffed his fingers further up inside her cunt as if he was taking the measure of her tank. He pulled out slowly, making sure he tickled her g-spot as he withdrew from her throbbing void.“I might have forgotten about the next element in your Secret Santa swap tonight, except it is so fucking uncomfortable right now. I’m afraid you’ll have to perform the final plucking of your evening’s gift partridge. I will need the skilled digits of my beautiful assistant; would you please remove my remaining apparel. I have been instructed by the one who sent me, to inform you that there is a special package waiting for you underneath.”With the glee of a young girl selecting her wrapped package from under the Christmas tree, Dana rolled on her side, unzipping Orlando’s white trousers and pulling them off. His erection was obvious under his holiday themed underwear, yet it looked as if his underwear was packing more than expected. Curious about his cock and whatever extras accompanied his package, she tugged his last bit of wrapping away to reveal the full package. Dana whooped in surprise, and laughed a hearty laugh, admiring the red bow adding a festive cheer to his stiff prick. “Oh my! Is this all for me?” she giggled.Orlando shrugged, “I suggest you read the label. If it’s not addressed to you, I’ve made a terrible mistake.”Dana picked up the card hanging from the red bow, dangling below Orlando’s Christmas balls: “On the First Day of Christmas, My True Friend gave to me, A Partridge in a Pear Tree. Dear Dana, I hope you enjoy the Christmas package I’ve selected for you. I’ve decided to exchange more than cookies after our usual Christmas Cookie Exchange. Dana, Merry Fucking Christmas! – McNally.”Dana let a little squeak escape, “This is all so very naughty.”Orlando thrust his hips toward Dana, “Yes it is. Would you do me a favor and unknot me?” he said, shaking his boner in front of her to get her to remove the bow and gift card from his masculine package.Dana’s eyes flashed with a mischievous grin, she wiggled her fingers in excitement before blushing as she reached to the base of the proud cock, lifting the elastic band at the base to un-decorate Orlando’s extended organ.“Thank you,” was his response as his partridge cock was now as free as a bird. He searched the folds of the bed cover, looking to find the bottle of partridge pecker oil he’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Dana found it under her bottom, showing her find to Orlando.“May I?” was her question as she managed a sheepish look up into Orlando’s eyes.“The pleasure would be all mine,” he replied.Dana reached out to grab his manhandle, coaxing him into bed. She crawled over him, letting her tits hang down, dangling in his face. She dropped her shoulders, let one nipple land on his lips, he gave her a lick, and then she plopped her other nipple to his lips, receiving a second exhilarating lick. She scooted down, grasping the base of his cock, about to apply a dab of lube, when she thought better of her idea.She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the inflexible piece of anatomy, trying to recall the fun of having a man’s stiff cock penetrating her. It had been a while since she had even imagined enjoying the pleasure of a good fucking. She admired his towering erection, abandoned her last bit of hesitation holding her back and opened her lips and took him in deep. She moved her hands to his nuts, caressed them as she swabbed the hot pink shaft with her tongue. She sucked and stroked him, bringing him to maximum stiffness without a hint of gagging, feeling proud of her accomplishment.Orlando held her head tight between his hands as she bobbed up and down in slow, long strokes with her lips. Orlando’s hands reached under her, grabbing a handful of titties in each hand, massaging her boobs and making sure she had her plush nips squeezed between his fingers just the right amount of rough, stimulating pleasure.Dana was getting lathered up again, her lady parts were plump and wet with the thrill of sucking a thick cock and the powerful handling of her tits, making her want that cock to leave her lips and tongue and find its way down to her labia and clit. Dana let Orlando’s erection pull out of her mouth with a satisfying plop. She closed her eyes and made the deep humming sound of an aroused woman wanting and waiting to be taken.Orlando positioned his hand under her hanging udders, holding them in his solid grasp; he tilted her onto her back. Picking up the bottle of lube, he poured a small stream over her steaming cunt, rubbing his shaft with a second slathering. Dana’s humming picked up in pitch as the cold lube oil fell on her labia, but Orlando’s warm hands worked it into her soft girly flesh and made her feel happy and aroused to be pampered with floral scented oil on her feminine folds.Orlando had a well-oiled tool after a couple of strokes. He was eager to climb into his pear tree after great stimulating oral sex and the delight of handling Dana’s attractive and suitably large and pendulous tits. He spread Dana’s legs, pushing her knees wide after oiling her inner thighs. With a little bounce he crow-hopped between Dana’s outstretched legs, landing on the gaping fruit of his pear tree. His partridge flew into her, surprising her with his sudden furious first fuck. He was thick and forced her apart, she felt stuffed; startled at the filling sensation, surprised at the penetration and swoopy with the undulating, gripping response of her unpracticed sex muscles to Orlando’s perching inside her cunt.Orlando gripped her hips, Dana’s legs pointed up as he pounded her with scooping, hungry thrusts of his hips, poking, prodding, pushing his pecker deeper into her ravenous nether regions. Her screams began with his first humping thrust; each blow between her legs brought a corresponding scream, he was the hammer, she was the anvil. The hammer hit her with shuddering force, the anvil of her sex rang out with each blow in an echoing scream of unbridled pleasure. She was being pounded into a form of malleable feminine flesh as her lover worked her over.Dana had been fucked many times before, she and Sander had made love, mad love, lazy love, hungry love and yet this was new for her. She let each throbbing thrust push her higher. She let Orlando’s prick hammer her hard, pushing her to that orgasmic edge, an edge that was always a mystery. Dana never knew what was over the edge, at least not until she had been pushed over it and was falling into its abyss, filled with swirling clouds and tumbling waves of passion. She gave herself away, letting Orlando push her to the edge.She was hanging at the edge of her orgasm, she felt her lover’s muscles tighten along his lean body, his breathing was labored, her desire was to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to give herself to him. In giving herself up to his explosive ejaculation, she would be blasted into deep space. The lovers would be swept away together in a perfect climax.Dana tensed in response to the man fucking her as he strained to gather his energy like a coiled spring planted deep inside her sex chamber. With a throaty groan, Orlando let his seed burst from his loins, flooding Dana with white hot fluid. She felt his release. His energy tripped her delicately balanced desire. Orlando’s hot splash burst against the back of her vibrating inner hollow, exploding out through her lungs, rattling her pelvis as she shook and collapsed at its seductive power. The heat of her explosion radiated through all her muscles, warping the dimensions of her bedroom.Orlando rolled off her, pulling the heavy quilt over the two of them. He pulled Dana close to him, spooning with her as he buried his nose in her hair, letting his hand rest on her tit as dreams of sugar plums danced in their heads as they snuggled into a relaxed sleep like a contented partridge in a sweet pear tree.December’s late sunrise was filtering through the blinds when Dana opened her eyes at Orlando’s touch on her bare back. He ran his hand over her skin, rubbing the small of her back as she rolled over on her stomach. Waking up to a man’s roaming hands was a forgotten pleasure for Dana. Her night’s partner massaged her rump as she purred. Orlando gave her a light smack across her ass, whispering, “You have a beautiful pear-shaped ass, fresh and firm.” He bent over and took a tiny nip at her flank, Dana flinched, then he kissed it all better.“I regret that I have an appointment for later this morning. Please excuse me, but I will take my leave after a wonderful experience.” Dana watched him dress from under a wad of sheets and blankets.“Mr. Partridge?” she called as he moved toward the bedroom door, Orlando smiled and turned toward the nude woman lying in bed.“Yes?” he asked in a jaunty tone.“Tell McNally, 'Have yourself a Merry Fucking Christmas to one and to all’, would you?”Orlando chuckled, “That sounds like an inside joke among The Chix. I’ll leave that one up to you to deliver that message, my little chickpea.” Orlando let himself out of the house. Two Turtle DovesDana was reluctant to rise out of bed; she wished she could linger under the covers with a lover all day. But she was resigned to the fact that the day had to move forward. She locked the door, put on a pot of coffee and made her bed. Her phone pinged. She went to find it and red the incoming text.It was from Annie, 'Clear your calendar this afternoon girl. I’ll be delivering a holiday surprise package to your house. You will need to be at home to receive it!’ Dana’s first thought was, how sweet of Annie.She was expecting a visit from Annie when the doorbell rang mid-afternoon. Dana was surprised to see Nelson on her doorstep. “Is Annie with you?” Dana asked with a quizzical look and a realization that she was experiencing a flash of deja vu all over again.Nelson stepped into the house carrying a small gift bag and handed Dana a scroll tied with a white ribbon. “What’s this?” Dana asked as she cocked her head, taking the scroll from Nelson. “This is all so mysterious - again,” she said with her eyes and smile flashing in obvious enjoyment of the unfolding mystery in her entry hall. Dana ran her eyes up and down the broad, well-toned frame of the dark-haired man whom she had known as a friend for many years.Dana unfurled the scroll, feeling a hot flush ignite her face as she red Annie’s words while her complexion blushed to contrast with the scroll&rsquo

Vijf jaar nadat het kabinet Rutte viel over het toeslagenschandaal, worstelen ouders en hun kinderen nog steeds met de gevolgen. In 'Niet Mijn Schuld - Kinderen van de Toeslagenaffaire' ontdekt Sander 't Sas (maker van de bekroonde podcast De Taxioorlog) in een journalistieke zoektocht dat veruit de meeste kinderen die ten onrechte uit huis zijn geplaatst, nog steeds niet terug zijn. Kinderen worden bovendien door de overheid niet erkend als volwaardig gedupeerden en hebben hierdoor ook geen toegang tot de schaderegeling. Ondanks dat zij - net als hun ouders - torenhoge schulden hebben omdat zij het hoofd boven water moesten zien te houden.

Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she’d drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle’s narrow orifice. “Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier,” she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. “This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him,” she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, “McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year.” Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana’s recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle’s phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor… I was just thinking…”Dana turned to McNally, “I know. I know you McNally – boy do I know you. You’re always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun.”Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, “Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You’re the only reason I’m able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I’d be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander’s passing is really hard. It’d be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now.”Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. “I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it’d be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it’s now more meaningful to me than ever. I’m dreading the holidays…” Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, “… as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander’s skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident.”Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. “McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend’s long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it’s fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I’ll find a way to get by.”Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana’s hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana’s husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana’s house as Dana planned Sander’s funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally’s flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn’t want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana’s kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, “Oh Dana, I’m sorry. Look what I’ve done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I’m sorry.”Dana laughed, “I should’ve expected this would happen, wearing black when I’m in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I’d feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let ‘em stick right there on my hips,” smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana’s boobs, fussing and worrying she’d ruined Dana’s pullover. Dana laughed it off, “Annie, stop fretting, it’ll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let’s all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There’s something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it.”McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana’s chest, “I know what you’re getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster.” Everyone cracked up at McNally’s pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack.“Those look perfect,” Annie announced.“They’re not perfect until they’re decorated,” responded Dana. “They’re just plain-Jane naked right now. It’s our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.”“Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?” asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!” McNally’s three friends joined in a final chorus, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!”“Now things are starting to sound festive,” declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. “McNally, there’s a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge – I know I don’t have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round.”Annie said, “This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?”“Wasn’t me,” was McNally’s contribution from the hallway, “I’m the youngest of the Chix.”“It could’ve been you; you’ve always had a reputation for starting early McNally,” was Patricia’s retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. “I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.”“So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?’” was Dana’s follow up question.Annie answered, “It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.”“That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl,” said Patricia in a defensive tone. “The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun,” was Patricia’s recollection. “Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.”“And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl’ who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?” asked Dana with a smirk.“I hear she’s still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever,” Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, “I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said.”Annie asked, “Patricia, I’ve always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?”“I delegate,” was Patricia’s reply. “That’s why I’m management material. I consulted a trusted source.”McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, “Guys are pretty simple. I’d give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?’ I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special – tell 'em McNally sent you.’” The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally’s explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, “McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I’d never thought of it like that.”“Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that’s how I’d look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.”“Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work.” Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally.“I’m happy it worked for you Dana,” said Patricia, “I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn’t usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she’d expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.”“I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia,” recalled Annie. “So, how’d McNally’s low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?”Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, “I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I’ve wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There’ve been some days when I wonder what life would’ve been like with a spicier, adventurous man… but that’s normal, right? Don’t we all have some days where we wish things were different?”Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. “Yeah, that’s pretty normal I think,” added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. “Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it’s me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I’d consider letting the ol’ boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson’s services.”Dana gave up a small squeak, “Serious?”“Oh, just a quirky idea. It’s not like we’d be on the brink of a divorce, we’re perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol’ goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I’d get a clean house and more time. I think it’d be a fair exchange.” Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, “Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It’s little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn’t have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts.” Dana took a deep breath, “I’m just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone.’”Annie’s eyes moistened again, “I’m sorry Dana, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry.”“They’re good memories Annie, I don’t feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it’s the only thing that’ll save me, girl.”Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, “McNally, I’m kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits.”McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. “It’s a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We’re a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando’s projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we’re not collaborating on something, that’s when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets.”Patricia raised an eyebrow, “Do you care for your 'pets’ as much as you do your animals?”“Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia.”McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, “Hey you know what? I’d have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It’s so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years.” McNally raised her glass in a toast, “To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!” McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally’s end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. “Here! Here!” said Dana, “Let’s make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!”“I’ll drink to that,” offered McNally.“Of course, you will,” noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, “I’ll drink to that Patricia!” and took a gulp.“May I join you?” asked McNally.Dana laughed, “Wait for me! I’ll drink to that too!”McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. “Where are you off to McNally?”“Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?”“Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?” asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice.“No blow back from me. I’ll get both.” With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. “My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles,” announced Dana.“Here you go then Dana,” said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, “you’ve got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes.” Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, “You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you’; you’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.”“'Work cut out for you’, I see what you did there,” observed Annie. “You’ve been hanging around McNally too much.”McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie’s station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies.“What are you working on McNally?” was Dana’s question.“I’ve been inspired by Annie’s earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson’s candy cane for housework.”Annie chortled, “What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?”“Avert your eyes; I’m making you a little surprise.” Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally’s inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. “Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help.”The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally’s skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. “See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I’ve given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you’ve been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year.”Annie was laughing pretty hard, “You’re so thoughtful McNally. But I’ve been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.”“Ho, ho, ho,” chuckled McNally, “What you’re asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on m

Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she’d drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle’s narrow orifice. “Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier,” she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. “This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him,” she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, “McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year.” Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana’s recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle’s phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor… I was just thinking…”Dana turned to McNally, “I know. I know you McNally – boy do I know you. You’re always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun.”Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, “Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You’re the only reason I’m able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I’d be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander’s passing is really hard. It’d be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now.”Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. “I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it’d be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it’s now more meaningful to me than ever. I’m dreading the holidays…” Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, “… as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander’s skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident.”Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. “McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend’s long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it’s fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I’ll find a way to get by.”Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana’s hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana’s husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana’s house as Dana planned Sander’s funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally’s flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn’t want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana’s kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, “Oh Dana, I’m sorry. Look what I’ve done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I’m sorry.”Dana laughed, “I should’ve expected this would happen, wearing black when I’m in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I’d feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let ‘em stick right there on my hips,” smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana’s boobs, fussing and worrying she’d ruined Dana’s pullover. Dana laughed it off, “Annie, stop fretting, it’ll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let’s all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There’s something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it.”McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana’s chest, “I know what you’re getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster.” Everyone cracked up at McNally’s pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack.“Those look perfect,” Annie announced.“They’re not perfect until they’re decorated,” responded Dana. “They’re just plain-Jane naked right now. It’s our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.”“Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?” asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!” McNally’s three friends joined in a final chorus, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!”“Now things are starting to sound festive,” declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. “McNally, there’s a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge – I know I don’t have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round.”Annie said, “This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?”“Wasn’t me,” was McNally’s contribution from the hallway, “I’m the youngest of the Chix.”“It could’ve been you; you’ve always had a reputation for starting early McNally,” was Patricia’s retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. “I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.”“So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?’” was Dana’s follow up question.Annie answered, “It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.”“That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl,” said Patricia in a defensive tone. “The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun,” was Patricia’s recollection. “Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.”“And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl’ who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?” asked Dana with a smirk.“I hear she’s still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever,” Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, “I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said.”Annie asked, “Patricia, I’ve always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?”“I delegate,” was Patricia’s reply. “That’s why I’m management material. I consulted a trusted source.”McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, “Guys are pretty simple. I’d give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?’ I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special – tell 'em McNally sent you.’” The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally’s explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, “McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I’d never thought of it like that.”“Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that’s how I’d look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.”“Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work.” Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally.“I’m happy it worked for you Dana,” said Patricia, “I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn’t usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she’d expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.”“I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia,” recalled Annie. “So, how’d McNally’s low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?”Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, “I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I’ve wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There’ve been some days when I wonder what life would’ve been like with a spicier, adventurous man… but that’s normal, right? Don’t we all have some days where we wish things were different?”Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. “Yeah, that’s pretty normal I think,” added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. “Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it’s me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I’d consider letting the ol’ boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson’s services.”Dana gave up a small squeak, “Serious?”“Oh, just a quirky idea. It’s not like we’d be on the brink of a divorce, we’re perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol’ goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I’d get a clean house and more time. I think it’d be a fair exchange.” Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, “Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It’s little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn’t have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts.” Dana took a deep breath, “I’m just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone.’”Annie’s eyes moistened again, “I’m sorry Dana, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry.”“They’re good memories Annie, I don’t feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it’s the only thing that’ll save me, girl.”Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, “McNally, I’m kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits.”McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. “It’s a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We’re a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando’s projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we’re not collaborating on something, that’s when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets.”Patricia raised an eyebrow, “Do you care for your 'pets’ as much as you do your animals?”“Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia.”McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, “Hey you know what? I’d have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It’s so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years.” McNally raised her glass in a toast, “To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!” McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally’s end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. “Here! Here!” said Dana, “Let’s make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!”“I’ll drink to that,” offered McNally.“Of course, you will,” noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, “I’ll drink to that Patricia!” and took a gulp.“May I join you?” asked McNally.Dana laughed, “Wait for me! I’ll drink to that too!”McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. “Where are you off to McNally?”“Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?”“Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?” asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice.“No blow back from me. I’ll get both.” With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. “My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles,” announced Dana.“Here you go then Dana,” said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, “you’ve got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes.” Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, “You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you’; you’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.”“'Work cut out for you’, I see what you did there,” observed Annie. “You’ve been hanging around McNally too much.”McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie’s station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies.“What are you working on McNally?” was Dana’s question.“I’ve been inspired by Annie’s earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson’s candy cane for housework.”Annie chortled, “What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?”“Avert your eyes; I’m making you a little surprise.” Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally’s inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. “Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help.”The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally’s skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. “See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I’ve given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you’ve been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year.”Annie was laughing pretty hard, “You’re so thoughtful McNally. But I’ve been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.”“Ho, ho, ho,” chuckled McNally, “What you’re asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on m

Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she’d drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle’s narrow orifice. “Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier,” she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. “This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him,” she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, “McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year.” Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana’s recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle’s phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor… I was just thinking…”Dana turned to McNally, “I know. I know you McNally – boy do I know you. You’re always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun.”Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, “Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You’re the only reason I’m able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I’d be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander’s passing is really hard. It’d be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now.”Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. “I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it’d be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it’s now more meaningful to me than ever. I’m dreading the holidays…” Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, “… as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander’s skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident.”Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. “McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend’s long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it’s fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I’ll find a way to get by.”Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana’s hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana’s husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana’s house as Dana planned Sander’s funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally’s flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn’t want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana’s kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, “Oh Dana, I’m sorry. Look what I’ve done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I’m sorry.”Dana laughed, “I should’ve expected this would happen, wearing black when I’m in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I’d feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let ‘em stick right there on my hips,” smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana’s boobs, fussing and worrying she’d ruined Dana’s pullover. Dana laughed it off, “Annie, stop fretting, it’ll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let’s all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There’s something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it.”McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana’s chest, “I know what you’re getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster.” Everyone cracked up at McNally’s pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack.“Those look perfect,” Annie announced.“They’re not perfect until they’re decorated,” responded Dana. “They’re just plain-Jane naked right now. It’s our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.”“Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?” asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!” McNally’s three friends joined in a final chorus, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!”“Now things are starting to sound festive,” declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. “McNally, there’s a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge – I know I don’t have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round.”Annie said, “This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?”“Wasn’t me,” was McNally’s contribution from the hallway, “I’m the youngest of the Chix.”“It could’ve been you; you’ve always had a reputation for starting early McNally,” was Patricia’s retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. “I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.”“So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?’” was Dana’s follow up question.Annie answered, “It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.”“That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl,” said Patricia in a defensive tone. “The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun,” was Patricia’s recollection. “Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.”“And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl’ who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?” asked Dana with a smirk.“I hear she’s still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever,” Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, “I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said.”Annie asked, “Patricia, I’ve always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?”“I delegate,” was Patricia’s reply. “That’s why I’m management material. I consulted a trusted source.”McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, “Guys are pretty simple. I’d give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?’ I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special – tell 'em McNally sent you.’” The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally’s explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, “McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I’d never thought of it like that.”“Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that’s how I’d look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.”“Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work.” Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally.“I’m happy it worked for you Dana,” said Patricia, “I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn’t usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she’d expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.”“I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia,” recalled Annie. “So, how’d McNally’s low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?”Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, “I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I’ve wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There’ve been some days when I wonder what life would’ve been like with a spicier, adventurous man… but that’s normal, right? Don’t we all have some days where we wish things were different?”Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. “Yeah, that’s pretty normal I think,” added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. “Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it’s me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I’d consider letting the ol’ boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson’s services.”Dana gave up a small squeak, “Serious?”“Oh, just a quirky idea. It’s not like we’d be on the brink of a divorce, we’re perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol’ goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I’d get a clean house and more time. I think it’d be a fair exchange.” Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, “Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It’s little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn’t have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts.” Dana took a deep breath, “I’m just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone.’”Annie’s eyes moistened again, “I’m sorry Dana, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry.”“They’re good memories Annie, I don’t feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it’s the only thing that’ll save me, girl.”Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, “McNally, I’m kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits.”McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. “It’s a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We’re a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando’s projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we’re not collaborating on something, that’s when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets.”Patricia raised an eyebrow, “Do you care for your 'pets’ as much as you do your animals?”“Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia.”McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, “Hey you know what? I’d have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It’s so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years.” McNally raised her glass in a toast, “To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!” McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally’s end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. “Here! Here!” said Dana, “Let’s make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!”“I’ll drink to that,” offered McNally.“Of course, you will,” noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, “I’ll drink to that Patricia!” and took a gulp.“May I join you?” asked McNally.Dana laughed, “Wait for me! I’ll drink to that too!”McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. “Where are you off to McNally?”“Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?”“Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?” asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice.“No blow back from me. I’ll get both.” With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. “My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles,” announced Dana.“Here you go then Dana,” said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, “you’ve got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes.” Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, “You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you’; you’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.”“'Work cut out for you’, I see what you did there,” observed Annie. “You’ve been hanging around McNally too much.”McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie’s station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies.“What are you working on McNally?” was Dana’s question.“I’ve been inspired by Annie’s earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson’s candy cane for housework.”Annie chortled, “What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?”“Avert your eyes; I’m making you a little surprise.” Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally’s inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. “Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help.”The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally’s skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. “See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I’ve given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you’ve been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year.”Annie was laughing pretty hard, “You’re so thoughtful McNally. But I’ve been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.”“Ho, ho, ho,” chuckled McNally, “What you’re asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on m

Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie ExchangeMcNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she’d drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle’s narrow orifice. “Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier,” she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. “This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him,” she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.Her friends watched her risqué display and giggled, except for Patricia. Patricia picked through the array of Christmas cookie cutter shapes laid out at the edge of the counter, dropping her eyes as she scolded, “McNally, you should be more thoughtful of Dana. Your tipsy little joke is in poor taste in front of our hostess, especially at this time of year.” Patricia meant it as a sobering rebuke, as if any of the girls present needed to be reminded of Dana’s recently widowed status, especially around Christmas.McNally pulled the wine bottle’s phallic dimensions from her lips, setting it down and turning to Dana, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. You know I had no intention of opening painful memories; I was only trying to lift the holiday spirits with a little bawdy humor… I was just thinking…”Dana turned to McNally, “I know. I know you McNally – boy do I know you. You’re always thinking we Chix should loosen up our inhibitions and take a walk on the steamier side of life; and boy are you always ready with a risqué joke, a steamy story or a naughty pun.”Dana broke into a smile, and then spoke to her closest friends, “Hey Chix, you guys are so great! You’re the only reason I’m able to get through this time of year. Without y'all, I’d be nothing but a blubbering mess this Christmas. Facing the painful first anniversary of Sander’s passing is really hard. It’d be unbearable if I had to go through it alone. The support of my Chix means everything to me right now.”Dana forced a cheery voice and continued speaking after dusting the flour off her hands. “I insisted y'all come into my kitchen this year and fill it with holiday cheer, so it’d be like the good times we had before. I want everyone to make a big sugary mess for me to clean up and keep me busy. Our annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange is our tradition; it’s now more meaningful to me than ever. I’m dreading the holidays…” Dana paused to collect her emotions before continuing, “… as the holiday season approaches, I fear being all alone, left to deal with the memory of Sander’s skiing accident by myself. I need my Chix more than ever right now. I need something to keep my mind from dwelling on the anniversary of the accident.”Dana gave a congenial but forced looking smile to the women in her kitchen. “McNally, you go right on giving your Gewurztraminer boyfriend’s long, brown glass cock a good sucking, it’s fine with me and the rest of these kitchen voyeurs. Keep it up, all of you, be merry and I’ll find a way to get by.”Annie wiped a tear off her cheek as she stepped to Dana, wrapping her arms and her baggy, ugly Christmas sweater around Dana, managing to get cookie dough crumbs in Dana’s hair in the process. Annie hugged Dana tight, embracing her in a prolonged hold to convey her sympathy and shared grief at the loss of Dana’s husband last year. Annie teared up again as she remembered gathering with McNally and Patricia to take down the tree and put away all the festive Christmas decorations in Dana’s house as Dana planned Sander’s funeral.It was all so sad, so hard to deal with. Annie admired McNally’s flair to disregard the implicit sadness hanging over their annual Chix Christmas cookie exchange; but didn’t want to get between McNally and Patricia as they scuffled over the proper decorum in Dana’s kitchen under the circumstances.Annie let go and pulled away from her embrace, and as she did, she gasped, “Oh Dana, I’m sorry. Look what I’ve done, my dirty apron made a mess on your top. I’m sorry.”Dana laughed, “I should’ve expected this would happen, wearing black when I’m in the middle of a hen party with flour flying all over my kitchen. I thought I’d feel and look slimmer wearing black, a self-deluding effect to counteract my debauched cookie sampling today. I might as well just drop these little Santa cookies down my pants and let ‘em stick right there on my hips,” smacking her hands on her ass for emphasis.Annie, trying to make up for the accidental flour dusting, began to brush her fingers across Dana’s boobs, fussing and worrying she’d ruined Dana’s pullover. Dana laughed it off, “Annie, stop fretting, it’ll wash out, no problem. Relax. Let’s all have a good time making a mess as we bake and decorate our cookies. There’s something festive about a busy and messy kitchen. I just love it.”McNally watched from the other side of the counter as Annie dabbed and wiped the front of Dana’s chest, “I know what you’re getting for Christmas - one of those cordless hand vacuums; they market it as a bust duster.” Everyone cracked up at McNally’s pun, even Patricia.The timer went off; Patricia stepped to the oven to check on the first batch of cookies. She pulled out the cookie sheet and put it on the cooling rack.“Those look perfect,” Annie announced.“They’re not perfect until they’re decorated,” responded Dana. “They’re just plain-Jane naked right now. It’s our job to get them all dressed up in their Christmas fancy-pants.”“Oh, Patricia, can you grab the box of sprinkles and glittery decorating doo-dahs from the cupboard next to the oven?” asked Dana. Patricia set the full box of decorating doo-dahs on the kitchen table.McNally burst into song, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, Camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day!” McNally’s three friends joined in a final chorus, “Doo-dah, doo-dah, all the doo-dah day!”“Now things are starting to sound festive,” declared Dana as she mixed bowls of red and green frosting. “McNally, there’s a bottle of Riesling in the garage fridge – I know I don’t have to ask twice to get you to bring that one in and pour another round.”Annie said, “This is sounding and feeling like old times; like back in the beginning when we worked at Dix Chix. Who remembers which of us four started waitressing first at Dix?”“Wasn’t me,” was McNally’s contribution from the hallway, “I’m the youngest of the Chix.”“It could’ve been you; you’ve always had a reputation for starting early McNally,” was Patricia’s retort.McNally laughed at the ribbing. “I seem to recall that Annie got hired a few days ahead of me.”“So, when did we become collectively known as 'The Chix?’” was Dana’s follow up question.Annie answered, “It was Patricia. She advertised to all the boys that there were some interesting Chix to be found in the backroom of Dix Chix Family Restaurant after closing. If a boy had the right stuff, he could find his way into the place and get a few drinks, no ID required.”“That may be true, but I got the idea from that new girl,” said Patricia in a defensive tone. “The new girl suggested it was a crying shame that us four Chix had to close up on Friday and Saturday nights without having any cocks around to make it fun,” was Patricia’s recollection. “Being the studious college girl, Mrs. Dix trusted me with the keys and the liquor inventory.”“And who might have been the corrupting 'new girl’ who put that idea of letting some cocks into the back room with those chicks?” asked Dana with a smirk.“I hear she’s still tending bar somewhere, perhaps more corrupting than ever,” Patricia offered in an offhand guess.McNally, a seasoned barmaid, filled the wine glasses scattered around the kitchen, “I just thought it was false advertising to have a big neon sign that flashed Dix Chix, yet only the Chix half of the attraction was available. I merely suggested to the old timer running the show that if we were working to close the place on Friday and Saturday nights, we owed it to ourselves to have a crew of Dix to go with the Chix. Like the sign said.”Annie asked, “Patricia, I’ve always wondered, how did you choose which boys got an after-hours invitation to the backroom?”“I delegate,” was Patricia’s reply. “That’s why I’m management material. I consulted a trusted source.”McNally gave a curtsey acknowledging her role, and then filled in the story line, “Guys are pretty simple. I’d give the cute ones a line; 'Winner, winner, chicken dinner - Would you prefer a breast or a thigh?’ I then slipped 'em an offer, 'Come on by Dix Chix late some night this weekend for a chicken tender special – tell 'em McNally sent you.’” The three ladies exploded into hearty whoops at McNally’s explanation.Dana took a sip out of her glass, thinking for a moment, “McNally are you responsible then for introducing each of us to our future husbands? I’d never thought of it like that.”“Ultimately the Chix chooses the Dix. At least, that’s how I’d look at it. In collusion with Patricia, I merely helped sow some wild oats in that Dix Chix backroom. But I only sowed the seeds. It was the others who reaped the harvest. I must admit, I did have to run a lot of lame-cock also-rans through that backroom before some of them ended up sticking around for a while.”“Well, however you did it, Sander and I hit it off - after Patricia passed on him and I scooped him up, as I seem to recall. I guess I never thanked you for your fine work.” Dana raised her glass in a salute to McNally.“I’m happy it worked for you Dana,” said Patricia, “I had my eye out for one of those solid, basic models, a kind of nerdy, engineering type. My philosophy was that those low-key kinds of guys wear well. I seem to recall McNally telling me that she didn’t usually fish in those kinds of nerdy-fish ponds, but she promised she’d expand her repertoire to see if she could toss such a specimen my way.”“I remember when Will showed up at the backroom, he looked a little dazed and confused. McNally had to act fast to ease Will into the situation and then gently hand him off to Patricia,” recalled Annie. “So, how’d McNally’s low-key, nerdish fish land in your lap then Patricia?”Patricia made a wistful smile as she rolled out a sheet of dough, “I guess I got what I wanted. Though, I’ve wondered some days if I should have dropped my line into a different pond. There’ve been some days when I wonder what life would’ve been like with a spicier, adventurous man… but that’s normal, right? Don’t we all have some days where we wish things were different?”Annie, Dana and McNally were quick to assure Patricia that they all had their moments when they had a twinge of doubt about their choices in husbands. “Yeah, that’s pretty normal I think,” added Annie.Annie went back to the mixing bowl where she was making rounded, nut-filled Mexican Wedding Cake cookies and dusting them with flour. “Nelson has always been supportive of me, I have to think that our marriage is better than some that I know of, but over the years some of the spark has dimmed. Maybe it’s me, but honestly, if he wanted more sex, I’d consider letting the ol’ boy find a fling with another woman, as long as she agreed to clean my house in exchange for Nelson’s services.”Dana gave up a small squeak, “Serious?”“Oh, just a quirky idea. It’s not like we’d be on the brink of a divorce, we’re perfectly compatible. It would merely be a convenient arrangement, Nelson the ol’ goat, would get more action and stop pestering me and I’d get a clean house and more time. I think it’d be a fair exchange.” Annie shrugged as she spooned out a lump of dough and patted it into a little ball.Dana sighed, “Oh Annie. Annie, you should enjoy the little things from Nelson. You know what I miss most from Sander? It’s little things like tangling our feet together in bed, I really miss the feeling of when Sander would reach across the bed and pull me over close to him. It didn’t have to be sex, sometimes it was so good just to have him spoon into my backside and reach over to caress my breasts.” Dana took a deep breath, “I’m just here to remind The Chix, like they say, 'You don’t know what you got 'til it’s gone.’”Annie’s eyes moistened again, “I’m sorry Dana, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry.”“They’re good memories Annie, I don’t feel bad. Just sad at Christmas now. Get back to making cookies and a mess; it’s the only thing that’ll save me, girl.”Patricia began pressing the cookie cutter into her sheet of dough while pressing this girl-talk topic a little further, “McNally, I’m kind of surprised you and Orlando have made it work so well all of these years. It has always seemed to me that you two traveled in different orbits.”McNally laughed as she put down her half-empty wine glass, concentrating on mixing up some chocolate frosting. “It’s a beautiful cosmic dance between me and Orlando. We’re a pair of heavenly bodies sharing our orbits when the gravitational attraction pulls us close. Otherwise, we each have our own interests as y'all know perfectly well. Orlando has his poetry, music and writing projects. I love lending my graphic and artistic vision to Orlando’s projects when it fits. When we collaborate, we make beautiful art. When we’re not collaborating on something, that’s when I fill my orbit with my animals and other pets.”Patricia raised an eyebrow, “Do you care for your 'pets’ as much as you do your animals?”“Me and my pets share a sensual bond and an understanding. I will never abandon one of my animals. But my pets come and then my pets go, every pet in his own season. I enjoy a wide orbit in this life Patricia.”McNally took another sip, becoming introspective, “Hey you know what? I’d have to say that The Chix is my longest held orbit. It’s so good to have you gals around for me for all of these years.” McNally raised her glass in a toast, “To The Chix. To the long and strong bond of three great gals who have kept me in their orbit as the rest of this crazy world spins out of control. Merry fucking Christmas, to one and to all!” McNally gave a swift motion with her hand, directing her three friends to join her in her toast.Everyone stepped to McNally’s end of the counter, touching their glasses, creating a resounding chime as the glassware clinked. “Here! Here!” said Dana, “Let’s make this a Merry fucking Christmas for one and for all!”“I’ll drink to that,” offered McNally.“Of course, you will,” noted Patricia.Annie gave her signature tipsy laugh, “I’ll drink to that Patricia!” and took a gulp.“May I join you?” asked McNally.Dana laughed, “Wait for me! I’ll drink to that too!”McNally turned and walked away from the circled Chix. “Where are you off to McNally?”“Time for the Pinot Noir - any arguments?”“Yeah. What about the Pinot Grigio?” asked Dana in a mock argumentative voice.“No blow back from me. I’ll get both.” With that McNally disappeared into the garage.The cookie production line clicked into gear as The Chix rolled out a pile of baked cookie shapes and an assortment of buttery spritz cookies, chocolate drops, nut bars to go with the gooey lemon bars and shortbread. “My favorite thing in this whole kitchen, other than maybe the wine, is doing the detailed decorations with colored frosting and sprinkles,” announced Dana.“Here you go then Dana,” said Patricia as she set two hot cookie sheets on the cooling racks, “you’ve got your work cut out for you with all of these shapes.” Patricia brandished a pair of cookie cutters, “You have me to thank for 'cutting your work out for you’; you’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Christmas trees, wreathes, ornaments, stockings, snowmen, reindeer and candy canes galore.”“'Work cut out for you’, I see what you did there,” observed Annie. “You’ve been hanging around McNally too much.”McNally grabbed a couple of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes from Annie’s station and then a candy cane shaped cookie off the pile of undecorated cookies.“What are you working on McNally?” was Dana’s question.“I’ve been inspired by Annie’s earlier comments and her idea of exchanging Nelson’s candy cane for housework.”Annie chortled, “What? Something creative for me? My, my, what could it be McNally?”“Avert your eyes; I’m making you a little surprise.” Annie laughed and pretended to look away, but she and the others watched to see what culinary form McNally’s inspiration took. McNally coated both sides of the candy cane in pink frosting and then covered the straight end of the candy cane with a thin white glaze. She grabbed two pecan halves from the bowl, placing them on top of the round Mexican Wedding Cakes and then wedged the decorated pink candy cane between the two, projecting upward. McNally handed the 3D cookie sculpture to Annie on a small paper plate. “Here you go girl, a little something sweet to enjoy stuffing into your stocking while Nelson is out with your domestic help.”The Chix all laughed, applauding McNally’s skill at coming up with a naughty little cookie. “See, he comes with a pair of real nuts, and I’ve given his sweet candy cane a condom coating of sugar glaze. And if you’ve been feeling pressure to put out Annie, be assured that he only wants to cum in your chimney once a year.”Annie was laughing pretty hard, “You’re so thoughtful McNally. But I’ve been a good girl all year; I think I deserve to get a bigger candy cane.”“Ho, ho, ho,” chuckled McNally, “What you’re asking for is reserved for the naughty girls on m

DUO discrimineerde door selectief controles te doen op fraude met de uitwonende beurs. Studenten met een migratieachtergrond werden disproportioneel en soms ten onrechte beticht en beboet. Journaliste Salwa van der Gaag werkte in 2023 al mee aan een prijswinnend onderzoek dat dit schandaal aan het licht bracht. Nu is ze op bezoek bij Sander en Jaap neemt hen mee in haar werk. Ze praat verder met de mannen over de schrijnende patronen van klassenongelijkheid en de groeiende kloof tussen rijk en arm die steeds terug blijven komen in onze maatschappij.Het altijd alles netwerk van Ziggo is het netwerk waar jij alles mee kunt doen wat je wilt. Wat jouw alles ook is, je bent altijd verbonden. Ziggo. Het altijd alles netwerk. Kijk nu voor meer info op Ziggo.nlFlink maakt boodschappen doen makkelijker. Geen last-minute stress, geen extra winkelbezoek, geen gedoe. Gewoon bestellen en het is geregeld. Probeer het nu zelf met code ZELFSPODCAST15See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Sander 't Sas maakt invoelbaar hoe diep het trauma is van het toeslagenschandaal. En vraagt zich af: zou dit opnieuw kunnen gebeuren? Roel Gootzen ging op roadtrip met Marcel van Roosmalen dus natuurlijk levert dat een hilarische podcast op. 

Tijdens het ABN AMRO Open lanceert ABN AMRO de Sportbeurs, een meerjarig ontwikkelingsprogramma voor rolstoeltennissers met topsportambities. Deze beurs is voortgekomen uit onderzoek van de bank, dat uitwijst dat een rolstoelsporter met ambitie om de stap naar topsport te zetten, minimaal € 16.000,- per jaar meer kwijt is dan sporters zonder lichamelijke beperking. Dit bedrag komt nog eens bovenop de al hoge normale sportuitgaven en de dagelijkse kosten voor zorg en hulpmiddelen, zoals zorgverzekeringen. We spraken erover met Sander Bestevaar, Hoofd Partnerships, Events & Foundations bij ABN AMRO. Presentatie: Robert Denneman

De gemiddelde bezoeker ziet de link van ABN AMRO met dit toernooi. Niet alleen door de naamgeving, maar ook natuurlijk door de logo's en kleurstelling overal. Toch zal lang niet iedereen weten van de wereld achter dit toernooi. Van het VIP Dorp -The Club- en de ABN AMRO Lounge en tot de ruimtes rondom de RTM Stage waar seminars gehouden worden. Wat doet men vanuit de bank met dit evenement? We spraken erover met Sander Bestevaar, Hoofd Partnerships, Events & Foundations bij ABN AMRO. Presentatie: Robert Denneman

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En uge inden Dansk Melodi Grand Prix 2026 begynder har Fanklubben fået besøg af Sander Sanchez som stiller op med nummeret "Two Spirits". Hør alt fra ham og hans historie til hans bidrag i dette afsnit

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SC Heerenveen leed een kansloze nederlaag bij FC Twente (5-0). Het duel in Enschede vormde het slotstuk van een toch al teleurstellende week, na de bekernederlaag bij PSV. Zowel tactisch, fysiek als qua gedrag klopte er weinig van bij SC Heerenveen tijdens de uitwedstrijd tegen FC Twente. Collectief zakte de ploeg door de ondergrens, resulterend in een beschamende nederlaag. Waar ging het mis? Wat vallen spelers en trainer Robin Veldman te verwijten? En ging het in een eerder traject al mis, als het gaat om de samenstelling van de selectie? En wat betekenen deze forse nederlagen voor de ambities van de club? Met oud-speler Geert Arend Roorda gaat LC-verslaggever Sander de Vries in gesprek over deze onderwerpen. *Vragen voor in de podcast? Mail naar: sander.devries@lc.nl *SC Heerenveen op de voet volgen? Abonneer je hier op onze nieuwsbriefSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hormonen, een ietwat onhandige opmerking kwam Sander duur te staan: heel vrouwelijk Nederland klom in de pen en riep hem op zich er eens in te verdiepen. In deze aflevering duiken Sander en Jaap in de wereld van hormonen. Samen met Heleen Snijders, chirurg-proctoloog en zorgactivist, krijgen ze een stevige bijscholing over het (vrouwen)lichaam. Het altijd alles netwerk van Ziggo is het netwerk waar jij alles mee kunt doen wat je wilt. Wat jouw alles ook is, je bent altijd verbonden. Ziggo. Het altijd alles netwerk. Kijk nu voor meer info op Ziggo.nl Scoor jouw TOP DEALS met Valentijn bij iciparisxl.nl/valentijn. Als je onderneemt en je financiën simpeler wilt maken, check Qonto.nl met code 6MZELFS, of via deze link krijg je Qonto 6 maanden gratis. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week is the EDC Mexico Megamix.1. Zedd ft. Hayley Williams - Stay the Night 00:00:432. Patrice Baumel - Roar 00:01:283. Aaron Hibell & Alex Wann - Set Me Free (CamelPhat Remix) 00:02:134. Alemao - Akyre (Rigopolar Remix) 00:04:585. Rossie - Heaven 00:06:436. Sinego & Pahua - Sombras 00:09:057. Ahmed Spins - Anchor Point 00:10:488. Yotto & Eli Fur - Somebody To Love 00:11:589. Michael Mayer & Raxon - Brainwave 2.0 00:14:2810. ACRAZE & Westend - Apple Cider 00:15:2811. Felipe Gordon - The Semimodular Bird Of Jazz 00:17:1512. Jamie Jones - Lose My Mind 00:18:5213. Brunello - Ghost Dance 00:21:0014. Lost Stories, Anyasa & Indo Warehouse & Sarthak Kalyani - Patasa 00:22:4515. Sultan + Shepard - Mio 00:25:0716. Anyma ft. EJAE - Out Of My Body 00:27:0717. Tom & Collins - Disco Muziq 00:28:5218. Chris Lake - I Remember 00:30:2219. Crusy & Calussa - Kids 00:32:0720. Valentino Khan - Deep Down Low 00:34:5021. Dennis Cruz - Wacamama 00:37:1522. Maria Nocheydia - Acid Voicemail 00:39:2223. Josh Baker - Subsonic 00:41:0724. Ben Sterling - Ideomatic 00:43:1625. Max Styler & Three Drives - Greece 2000 (Max Styler Rework) 00:44:4626. Discip - Intoxicated 00:47:2827. Hardwell - Spaceman 00:49:1228. BSNO - House Party 00:50:2629. Loud Luxury - Body 00:51:4030. Mita Gami - All By Myself 00:53:3831. Deer Jade - Don't Need To Know 00:54:5232. Kevin De Vries - Pegasus 00:56:5733. Joseph Capriati & Dennis Cruz - No Sleep 00:58:5534. ANNA & Vintage Culture - Feel The Rhythm 01:00:5335. James Hype - Behavior 01:02:2136. Steve Angello - Show Me Love 01:03:5737. Da Hool & Cassian & Yotto - Love Parade 01:04:5538. Adam Beyer - Close Your Eyes 01:07:4439. Mau P - People Talk People Sing 01:09:1940. Kelland & BROSA - Real Friends 01:09:4341. BOLO - Like A Cholo 01:10:2342. Above & Beyond & Malou - Letting Go 01:11:5543. Gareth Emery - Long Way Home 01:13:2344. Dombresky ft. Discrete - Bless Me 01:16:2245. Mike Epsse - Rebaixado 01:18:3446. Alok & SCRIPT ft. FAANGS - Substance 01:20:0247. BAGGI - Ring Ring 01:21:3748. HAYLA & Nelly Furtado - FADED 01:22:4049. Diplo & Hugel ft. Julia Church - Stay High 01:24:5150. Nils Hoffmann - Lonely (AVAION Remix) 01:26:4951. The Bloody Beetroots - Dimmakmunication (Lizdek Remix) 01:27:5052. Darude - Sandstorm 01:28:3353. Charlotte de Witte & Amelie Lens - One Mind 01:29:3754. Sander van Doorn - Joyenergizer 01:30:4655. Enrico Sangiuliano - Techno Code 01:32:1056. Key4050 - Hiatus 01:33:0557. JSTJR - Thief 01:34:1858. Sol Ortega - Itaewon 01:35:2659. Vini Vici & Lilly Palmer ft. Shanti People - Gaana Modam 01:36:2160. Eli Brown - Wavey 01:38:0461. Fatima Hajji - Oxitocina 01:39:3862. John Summit - Lights Go Out 01:41:1263. Jessica Audiffred - Mess 01:42:5364. KIKI & Marlon Hoffstadt - Losing Control 01:43:1965. ATLIENS - Space Cathedral 01:44:3966. Black Tiger Sex Machine - Mind Expanding 01:45:0567. Levity - Heartbreak 01:45:5868. Kaleena Zanders & GRiZ - Nobody Else 01:46:5669. Isoxo - Fuck The Speakerz Up 01:47:3670. Junkie Kid - From The Back 01:48:0271. Ray Volpe & Sullivan King - Rewind 01:48:2772. Sound Rush - Safe & Sound 01:48:5373. Holy Priest - Break Your Neck 01:49:5874. Mish & Carola - Hypnotised 01:50:1675. GRAVEDGR ft. KURXCO - Show Up 01:50:5276. Aranxa - Break It Down 01:52:0777. Vertile - Fireflies 01:52:4378. Etcetc & Los Dutis - Plebes 01:53:2779. Cloudy - Otra Hora 01:54:0480. Indira Paganotto - Momento 01:55:4581. Innellea & Peces Raros - Parte Del Juego 01:56:1782. Armand van Helden & Duane Harden - You Don't Know Me 01:58:20

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Reunited by Snow: An Oslo Tale of Family and Rediscovery Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-02-07-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Sander stod foran den historiske bygningen til Oslo Naturhistoriske Museum.En: Sander stood in front of the historic building of the Oslo Naturhistoriske Museum.No: Han pustet dypt inn.En: He took a deep breath.No: Den kalde vinterluften fylte lungene hans med en klarhet han hadde savnet.En: The cold winter air filled his lungs with a clarity he had missed.No: Snøen lå som et tykt teppe over bakken, og solstrålene ga den gamle fasaden et gyllent skjær.En: The snow lay like a thick blanket over the ground, and the sun rays gave the old facade a golden hue.No: Dette var stedet han hadde valgt for å gjenforenes med søsknene sine, Lina og Emil.En: This was the place he had chosen to reunite with his siblings, Lina and Emil.No: Sander hadde vært borte fra Oslo i mange år.En: Sander had been away from Oslo for many years.No: Arbeid i utlandet hadde tatt ham langt fra familien.En: Work abroad had taken him far from his family.No: Han følte nå en uro i magen.En: He now felt a nervousness in his stomach.No: Ville Lina og Emil, som hadde vokst opp mens han var borte, se ham som en fremmed?En: Would Lina and Emil, who had grown up while he was away, see him as a stranger?No: Lina var først ute.En: Lina was the first to arrive.No: Hun kom gående over den snødekte plassen med raske skritt, skjerfet viklet tett rundt halsen.En: She walked across the snowy square with quick steps, her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.No: "Hei, Sander!En: "Hey, Sander!"No: " ropte hun og kastet seg om halsen hans.En: she shouted, throwing her arms around his neck.No: Sander pustet lettet ut.En: Sander breathed a sigh of relief.No: Hennes gjensynsglede lyste i snøen som kastet tilbake lyset fra solen.En: Her joy at seeing him again lit up the snow, which reflected the sunlight.No: Kort tid etter kom Emil, med en stor lue som nesten dekket øynene.En: Shortly after came Emil, wearing a large hat that almost covered his eyes.No: Han hadde alltid vært den stille av de tre.En: He had always been the quiet one of the three.No: "Hei," sa Emil med et forsiktig smil.En: "Hi," said Emil with a cautious smile.No: Sander la en hånd på skulderen hans.En: Sander placed a hand on his shoulder.No: "Hei, Emil.En: "Hi, Emil.No: Jeg har savnet dere.En: I've missed you."No: "De gikk inn i museet.En: They went into the museum.No: Luften var lun og fylt av forventning.En: The air was warm and filled with anticipation.No: Utstillingene var både imponerende og lærerike.En: The exhibits were both impressive and educational.No: De gikk forbi skjelettet til en dinosaurus, og Lina tok bilder med mobilen.En: They walked past the skeleton of a dinosaur, and Lina took pictures with her phone.No: "Se, Sander, husker du da vi pleide å late som vi var dinosaurer?En: "Look, Sander, do you remember when we used to pretend we were dinosaurs?"No: " spurte hun leende.En: she asked, laughing.No: Sander smilte.En: Sander smiled.No: "Ja, jeg husker.En: "Yes, I remember.No: Jeg pleide å være den største og mest klossete.En: I used to be the biggest and clumsiest."No: "De gikk videre til en utstilling om Norges naturlandskap.En: They moved on to an exhibit about Norway's natural landscapes.No: Her stoppet de foran en skjerm som viste en film om de store forandringene i naturen.En: Here they stopped in front of a screen showing a film about the great changes in nature.No: Sander så sin mulighet.En: Sander saw his opportunity.No: "Vet dere," begynte han nølende, "jeg har sett mye av det samme i andre land.En: "You know," he began hesitantly, "I've seen much of the same in other countries.No: Jeg har reist til steder som USA, Australia, og Japan.En: I've traveled to places like USA, Australia, and Japan.No: Naturen der er både merkelig og vakker.En: The nature there is both strange and beautiful."No: "Lina og Emil lyttet med store øyne.En: Lina and Emil listened with wide eyes.No: Sander fortalte om sin favorittreise til Australia, der han så kenguruer hoppe i solnedgangen.En: Sander told them about his favorite trip to Australia, where he saw kangaroos hopping in the sunset.No: Han beskrev de enorme skogene i Canada og fargene i Ildsjøen i Japan.En: He described the vast forests in Canada and the colors of the Ildsjön in Japan.No: Søsknene fulgte ivrig med.En: The siblings followed eagerly.No: De lo da han fortalte om hvordan han mistet kartet i en jungel og måtte spørre en lokal som bare snakket fransk.En: They laughed when he told them about how he lost his map in a jungle and had to ask a local who only spoke French.No: Mens de gikk rundt i museet, så de på en utstilling av gamle fossiler.En: As they walked around the museum, they looked at an exhibit of old fossils.No: Emil, som nesten aldri snakket, spurte plutselig: "Hvordan føles det å være langt fra Norge?En: Emil, who almost never spoke, suddenly asked, "How does it feel to be far from Norway?"No: "Sander ble litt overrasket, men takknemlig.En: Sander was a bit surprised but grateful.No: "Det er både spennende og ensomt," svarte han ærlig.En: "It's both exciting and lonely," he answered honestly.No: "Men det er godt å være hjemme nå.En: "But it's good to be home now."No: "Et maleri i museet fanget plutselig alles oppmerksomhet.En: A painting in the museum suddenly caught everyone's attention.No: Det viste Norges fjordene med fantastiske farger.En: It depicted Norway's fjords with magnificent colors.No: Alle tre sto i stillhet.En: All three stood in silence.No: De følte en felles ærefrykt for noe større enn dem selv.En: They felt a shared awe for something greater than themselves.No: Da de forlot museet, gikk de sammen gjennom den snødekte parken.En: As they left the museum, they walked together through the snowy park.No: Latteren deres fylte luften.En: Their laughter filled the air.No: Sander kjente at varmen fra båndet deres overvant kulden.En: Sander felt the warmth of their bond overcoming the cold.No: Han hadde fått visshet om at til tross for tiden fra hverandre, var de fortsatt en familie.En: He had gained assurance that despite the time apart, they were still a family.No: De fortsatte turen, og Sander visste at han ikke lenger trengte å frykte avstanden.En: They continued their walk, and Sander knew that he no longer needed to fear the distance.No: Hans nærvær, hans historier, og hans kjærlighet var det som betydde noe.En: His presence, his stories, and his love were what mattered.No: Familie kunne alltid finne sammen igjen, uansett hvor mange vintre som hadde gått.En: Family could always find each other again, no matter how many winters had passed. Vocabulary Words:historic: historiskeclarity: klarhetnervousness: urofacade: fasadenreunite: gjenforenesanticipation: forventningcautious: forsiktigexhibits: utstillingeneimpressive: imponerendeeducational: lærerikeclumsiest: klossetehesitantly: nølendevast: enormegratitude: takknemliglonely: ensomtfjord: fjordeneawe: ærefryktmagnificent: fantastiskeassurance: visshetsiblings: søsknenelungs: lungenegathering: samfunnscarf: skjerfetlaughter: latterennostalgia: nostalgiabreathed: pustetreflection: kastetsunset: solnedgangenjungle: jungelbond: båndet

Wist je dat de gemiddelde tiener zes uur per dag op de smartphone zit — een volledige werkweek per week? Danielle Batist startte met een handjevol ouders aan de keukentafel en bouwde in anderhalf jaar een beweging van 60.000 ouders die op 70% van alle Nederlandse basisscholen actief is. In deze aflevering duiken Randal en Sander met Danielle diep in de smartphone-vrij-opgroeien-beweging. Waarom is de smartphone zo verslavend voor kinderen? Wat maakt Roblox, Snapchat en TikTok zo effectief in het kapen van kinderaandacht? En hoe los je als ouder het dilemma op tussen je kind beschermen en sociaal isolement voorkomen? Danielle deelt hoe de grassrootsbeweging van nul naar landelijke impact groeide, waarom hun boek op nummer 1 binnenkwam in de bestseller 60, en wat je morgen al kunt doen op jouw school. Daarnaast bekennen Randal en Sander eerlijk hun eigen worstelingen met schermtijd — van TikTok-verslaving tot het tv-abonnement opzeggen voor een baby van vijf maanden. Over Danielle Batist Danielle Batist is journalist, mediainnovator en medeoprichter van Smartphonevrij Opgroeien. Ze werkte eerder voor Al Jazeera, BBC en The Guardian, richtte in Londen het Constructive Journalism Project op en interviewde de Dalai Lama. Sinds 2024 zet ze zich fulltime in voor de smartphone-vrij-opgroeien-beweging die inmiddels op 70% van alle Nederlandse basisscholen actief is. Timestamps 0:00 Hoe een appgroepje op school uitgroeide tot een beweging van 60.000 ouders8:00 Sander koopt geen tv meer voor een baby van vijf maanden — en worstelt ermee13:00 Cocomelon, Roblox en brainrot: hoe apps kinderbreinen hacken met gokmechanismen20:00 Het netwerkeffect: waarom je dit als ouder niet alleen kunt oplossen32:00 Van keukentafel naar 70% van alle basisscholen in anderhalf jaar42:00 Mediawijsheid zonder smartphone — kan dat?51:00 Snapchat-streaks, surveillance en waarom tieners zelf zeggen: geef het niet57:00 Smartphonevrije scholen: wat er terugkeert als het scherm verdwijnt1:07:00 De techlobby, de politiek en waarom wetgeving zo traag is1:21:00 Randal bekent zijn TikTok-verslaving (en waarom volwassenen net zo kwetsbaar zijn)1:38:00 Het boek: hoe een crowdfund-strategie de bestseller 60 haalde Genoemd in deze aflevering Smartphonebrij Opgroeien — smartphonevrij opgroeien.nl Arjen Lubach / Zondag met Lubach — item over smartphone vrij opgroeien Documentaire “Molly versus the Machine“ Dries Depoorter — technisch kunstenaar, app “Die With Me“ Plafonddienst.online — Randals nachtelijke chatapp Roblox / Brainrot (in-game) 99 Nights in the Forest (Roblox) IRC Tips van de tafel Danielle: Hang een smartphonevrij-bord op bij je school — het verandert de norm. Sander: Koop het boek “Smartphone Vrij Opgroeien” — gratis exemplaren naar scholen. Randal: Zet een koffiekar op het schoolplein met gratis boeken — het creëert gesprek. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Unlock the secrets of career longevity and technical mastery in this powerhouse episode of The Dev Life! Brooke & Matt are joined by Sander Elias, a Senior Principal Engineer and long-time GDE, to dissect the "Angular Renaissance" and what's coming in v21. Sander pulls back the curtain on the move from coding in the trenches to driving strategy across entire organizations, sharing the exact skills you need to bridge the gap between mid-level and Staff or Principal Engineer. Whether you're curious about the true impact of AI on problem-solving or looking for a roadmap to technical leadership, this conversation is packed with the veteran wisdom you need to architect your ultimate career!CONNECT WITH US:https://www.linkedin.com/in/sanderelias/https://www.linkedin.com/in/jedibravery/https://www.linkedin.com/in/matthewbchristiansen/Follow us on X:@DevLifePodcastThe DevLIfe Podcast  is a part of ng-conf. ng-conf is a multi-day Angular conference focused on delivering the highest quality training in the Angular JavaScript framework. Developers from across the globe converge  every year to attend talks and workshops by the Angular team and community experts.JoinAttendXBluesky        ReadWatchStock media provided by JUQBOXMUSIC/ Pond5

Vandaag zijn Sander én Willem aangeschoven om het te hebben over Dragon Quest 7: Reimagined, de eerste topper van 2026. Waarom is dit deel zo bijzonder? Wat maakt Reimagined goed? Voor wie is deze game? We bespreken het uitgebreid in deze reviewpodcast!Kom bij onze Discord. Via ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠deze link⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠kan je met ons en andere luisteraars kletsen over games, deals, nieuws en meer.Wil je zelf ook een vraag insturen of heb je iets leuks om te melden? Dat kan! Stuur een mailtje naar bonuslevelcast@gmail.com (of bonuslevelkast@gmail.com of bonuslevelqast@gmail.com) en wellicht hoor je jezelf terug in de volgende aflevering!

SC Heerenveen speelde zondag met 1-1 gelijk tegen FC Utrecht. Een resultaat dat bij de meesten in het Abe Lenstra-stadion voor teleurstelling zorgde. SC Heerenveen was vrijwel de hele wedstrijd de betere ploeg, maar verzuimde om de trekker over te halen tegen FC Utrecht. Het is een beetje het verhaal van het seizoen: beter voetballen dan de tegenstander, maar te weinig wedstrijden winnen. Met oud-speler Henrico Drost bespreekt LC-verslaggever Sander de Vries het duel in het Abe Lenstra-stadion. Hoe kan Dylan Vente beter in stelling worden gebracht en wat moet de spits zelf beter doen? Wie was de uitblinker tegen Utrecht? Wat zijn mogelijk interessante backs voor de toekomst? Je hoort het allemaal in deze aflevering van Omroep Abe. *Vragen voor in de podcast? Mail naar: sander.devries@lc.nl *SC Heerenveen op de voet volgen? Abonneer je hier op onze nieuwsbriefSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Van de week spraken Sander en Jaap al over de Marcel Melis Mania maar nu is de hoofdrolspeelster in de absurde online soap te gast. Juliet Broersen stelde als fractievoorzitter van Volt Amsterdam zeer terechte vragen in de gemeenteraad, deelde dat online en de rest is geschiedenis. Ze legt de heren haarfijn uit hoe het zit: Marcel overtreedt de wet en daarmee basta. Het altijd alles netwerk van Ziggo is het netwerk waar jij alles mee kunt doen wat je wilt. Wat jouw alles ook is, je bent altijd verbonden. Ziggo. Het altijd alles netwerk. Kijk nu voor meer info op Ziggo.nl Scoor jouw TOP DEALS met Valentijn bij iciparisxl.nl/valentijn. Centraal Beheer helpt je met het regelen van de juiste zakelijke verzekeringen, zodat jij zorgeloos kunt ondernemen. Doe de keuzehulp via www.centraalbeheer.nl/samen en zie op basis van je beroep direct welke verzekeringen en oplossingen bij jou en je bedrijf passen.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tracklist: 01. Intro – Sound of Goodbye 02. Hellberg – Break It Down 03. Josh Le Tissier & Caroline Roxy – Call My Name 04. IOA – Overdrive 05. Dada Life & Rave Kings – Live Loud 06. David Forbes x Susie Ledge – Lose My Head 07. Sander van Doorn – God Mode 08. Artento Divini – Drip On x BLA BLA (Artento Divini Mashup) 09. David Gravell – Infinite 10. Jan de Vice, Poly Powder – The Game 11. Giuseppe Ottaviani & Ultra Shock – The Sound of E 12. Artento Divini – Pungi 13. Artento Divini x Xijaro & Pitch – Bad Boys (Vocal Edit) [UNTOLD 2024] 14. Steve Dekay & Sean Truby – Anthemic Voices 15. Tempo Giusto – Taka Taka 16. Enrico Sangiuliano – Order in Chaos 17. Artento Divini – XTC (Festival Edit) 18. Indecent Noise x Artento Divini – Right Here x Voices in My Head (Artento Divini Mashup) 19. Giuseppe Ottaviani x Nifra – Unified 20. 2ACES – High Energy 21. Artento Divini – ID 22. Artento Divini x Xijaro & Pitch pres. Bad Boys – ID 23. Olly James, Maddix, Hannah Laing – Transmission 24. Armin van Buuren & KI-KI – Put Your Bassline 25. IOA – All Mine 26. Corti Organ – Rewind 27. Hardwell feat. Sarah de Warren – No Sleep (VIVID Remix) 28. TANG – We Like That 29. Alignment – The Sound 30. Alignment – Mystical Energy (Cut) 31. The Rocketman & Push – Strange World

Soms zeggen kleine dingen veel. Zo begon het jaar met sneeuw — iets wat voor velen onschuldig lijkt, maar voor iemand met een visuele beperking grote impact heeft. In deze aflevering deel ik kort wat die winterse omstandigheden voor mij en mijn geleidehond Sifra betekenden. Daarna zoom ik in op audiodescriptie: wat het is, hoe het werkt en waarom het zo'n belangrijk hulpmiddel is om films, series, theater en sport toegankelijk te maken. Ik vertel hoe ik ermee in aanraking kwam, welke ontwikkelingen er zijn geweest en welke vormen er inmiddels bestaan — van streamingdiensten tot live audiodescriptie bij voorstellingen en sportevenementen. Sta ik stil bij apps zoals AirCatch en initiatieven zoals de blindentribune bij voetbalwedstrijden. Tot slot deel ik in mijn nieuwe rubriek parkprikkels de eerste ontwikkelingen rondom themaparken en toegankelijkheid. Beginnend met de nieuwe ontwikkelingen in de Efteling. Een aflevering over grenzen, mogelijkheden en waarom meedoen niet vanzelfsprekend is — maar wél mogelijk wordt als toegankelijkheid serieus wordt genomen. Wil je zelf meer ontdekken over audiodescriptie en toegankelijk kijken, luisteren en beleven? Hieronder vind je de apps en websites die ik in deze aflevering noem. Handig om eens rustig door te nemen of zelf uit te proberen. AirCatch App voor audiodescriptie bij films, series, theater en musicals. Beschikbaar voor iOS en Android via de App Store en Play Store. Komt het Zien Platform voor audiodescriptie bij films, televisie en live voorstellingen. - https://www.komthetzien.nl Alles over audiodescriptie Website met uitgebreide informatie over audiodescriptie en de verschillende vormen. - https://www.allesoveraudiodescriptie.nl Kennisportaal Koninklijke Visio Uitlegvideo's en praktische informatie over audiodescriptie en het gebruik van AirCatch. - https://kennisportaal.visio.org NPO Extra Kanaal waar onder andere wedstrijden van het Nederlands elftal worden uitgezonden met extra audiobeschrijving. - https://www.npostart.nl/live/npo-extra Mocht je willen reageren op deze aflevering, dat kan altijd. Vul het contactformulier in op de website www.sandervanmeerendonk.nl of stuur een e-mail naar info@sandervanmeerendonk.nl. Ik hoor graag van je! Er is ook een Facebook pagina van deze show: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100057534635412 Je kan Sander ook volgen op LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/sandervanmeerendonkIk vind het altijd leuk als je een review achterlaat op je favoriete podcast platform en als je over het bestaan ervan vertelt aan iedereen die er belang bij heeft. En als je geen enkele aflevering wil missen, abonneer je dan op deze show in de app waar je luistert. Vind je deze show echt vet en wil je mij als podcast maker steunen, doe dan een donatie. Dat kan al vanaf 2 euro per maand, of je kan ook een eenmalige donatie doen. Kijk hiervoor op www.petjeaf.com/gestructureerdechaos.

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Fred Shares stories and jokes, including a poem he penned during his playing daysBill Belichick HOF snubShedeur Sanders selected to Pro BowlSprin Training Starts in 3 weeks!  If yo u cannot see the audio controls, listen/download the audio file here

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Fluent Fiction - Dutch: When Snow Falls: A Café, Friendship, and Finding Strength Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2026-01-23-23-34-02-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De sneeuw viel zachtjes buiten de grote ramen van het café.En: The snow was gently falling outside the large windows of the café.Nl: Binnen was het warm en gezellig.En: Inside, it was warm and cozy.Nl: Grote lampen hingen aan het plafond en gaven een warm licht.En: Large lamps hung from the ceiling and emitted a warm light.Nl: "De Rustige Gracht" heette het café, gelegen aan een van de vele schilderachtige grachten van Amsterdam.En: The café was called "De Rustige Gracht," situated along one of the many picturesque canals of Amsterdam.Nl: Jazzmuziek klonk zachtjes uit de speakers, waardoor er een ontspannen sfeer ontstond.En: Jazz music played softly from the speakers, creating a relaxed atmosphere.Nl: Aan een tafeltje bij het raam zaten Bram, Liselotte en Sander.En: At a table by the window sat Bram, Liselotte, and Sander.Nl: Bram, een jonge kunstenaar, keek vaak naar buiten.En: Bram, a young artist, often looked outside.Nl: De wereld buiten leek hem meer te interesseren dan het gesprek aan tafel.En: The world beyond seemed to interest him more than the conversation at the table.Nl: Hij had niet veel zin om te praten over zijn recente operatie, een appendectomie.En: He wasn't keen on discussing his recent surgery, an appendectomy.Nl: Hij wilde vooral nadenken over zijn nieuwe serie schilderijen.En: He especially wanted to think about his new series of paintings.Nl: Een grote tentoonstelling stond voor de deur, en Bram wilde dat alles perfect was.En: A major exhibition was approaching, and Bram wanted everything to be perfect.Nl: "Bram, heb je de dokter al gebeld voor je controle?"En: "Bram, have you called the doctor for your check-up yet?"Nl: vroeg Liselotte bezorgd.En: asked Liselotte worriedly.Nl: Haar groene ogen stonden ernstig.En: Her green eyes looked serious.Nl: Ze was Brams goede vriendin en maakte zich zorgen om hem.En: She was Bram's close friend and was concerned about him.Nl: "Nee, nog niet," antwoordde Bram nonchalant.En: "No, not yet," Bram replied nonchalantly.Nl: "Ik voel me prima.En: "I feel fine.Nl: Er is geen haast."En: There's no rush."Nl: Hij wilde zich niet bezig houden met artsen en ziekenhuizen.En: He didn't want to deal with doctors and hospitals.Nl: Hij wilde creatief zijn, schilderen en zijn werk afmaken zonder verstoring.En: He wanted to be creative, to paint, and to finish his work without disruption.Nl: "Je moet echt gaan," drong Liselotte aan.En: "You really need to go," Liselotte insisted.Nl: "Je gezondheid is belangrijk."En: "Your health is important."Nl: Sander, die naast hen zat, keek even op van zijn koffie.En: Sander, sitting next to them, glanced up from his coffee.Nl: Hij wilde zich er niet te veel mee bemoeien.En: He didn't want to interfere too much.Nl: Het was lastig om tussen twee vrienden in te staan.En: It was difficult being caught between two friends.Nl: Plotseling voelde Bram een scherpe pijn in zijn buik.En: Suddenly, Bram felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.Nl: Hij kromp even ineen.En: He flinched for a moment.Nl: Het was alsof zijn lichaam hem vertelde dat Liselotte gelijk had.En: It was as if his body was telling him that Liselotte was right.Nl: Liselotte legde snel haar hand op zijn arm.En: Liselotte quickly placed her hand on his arm.Nl: "Zie je?En: "See?Nl: We moeten nu gaan.En: We need to go now.Nl: Ik roep een taxi," zei ze vastberaden.En: I'll call a taxi," she said resolutely.Nl: "Oké, oké," zei Bram, de pijn negerend.En: "Okay, okay," Bram said, ignoring the pain.Nl: Hij wist dat hij niet langer kon ontkennen hoe hij zich voelde.En: He knew he could no longer deny how he felt.Nl: Samen stonden ze op, met Sander die de rekening betaalde en Liselotte Brams jas aangaf.En: Together they stood up, with Sander paying the bill and Liselotte handing Bram his coat.Nl: In het ziekenhuis bleek het gelukkig een kleine complicatie.En: At the hospital, it fortunately turned out to be a minor complication.Nl: Niets ernstigs, maar het moest wel gecontroleerd worden.En: Nothing serious, but it needed to be checked.Nl: Zodra Bram op het bed lag, besefte hij hoe belangrijk dit bezoek was.En: As soon as Bram lay on the bed, he realized how important this visit was.Nl: Hij had geluk gehad.En: He had been lucky.Nl: Na de controle voelde Bram zich opgelucht.En: After the check-up, Bram felt relieved.Nl: Niet alleen fysiek, maar ook mentaal.En: Not just physically, but also mentally.Nl: Toen Liselotte en Sander hem later terugbrachten naar het café, kon hij ze alleen maar dankbaar aankijken.En: When Liselotte and Sander later brought him back to the café, he could only look at them gratefully.Nl: "Dank je," zei hij zacht.En: "Thank you," he said softly.Nl: "Ik dacht dat ik alles alleen moest doen, maar jullie hebben me laten zien dat het oké is om steun te accepteren."En: "I thought I had to do everything alone, but you showed me that it's okay to accept support."Nl: Liselotte glimlachte.En: Liselotte smiled.Nl: "We zijn er altijd voor je, Bram."En: "We'll always be there for you, Bram."Nl: Bram keek naar de vlammetjes van de open haard in het café en begreep voor het eerst dat onafhankelijkheid niet betekende dat je alles alleen moest doen.En: Bram looked at the flames of the fireplace in the café and understood for the first time that independence didn't mean doing everything alone.Nl: Soms is hulp vragen juist een teken van kracht.En: Sometimes, asking for help is a sign of strength.Nl: Terwijl de avond verder ging, voelde hij zich geïnspireerd en klaar voor de volgende stap, zowel in zijn kunst als in zijn leven.En: As the evening went on, he felt inspired and ready for the next step, both in his art and in his life. Vocabulary Words:appendectomy: appendectomiesurgeon: dokterceiling: plafondpicturesque: schilderachtigeemitted: gavenrelaxed: ontspannenartist: kunstenaarexhibition: tentoonstellingserious: ernstignonchalantly: nonchalantcreative: creatiefdisruption: verstoringinterfere: bemoeienabdomen: buikflinched: krompresolutely: vastberadencoat: jascomplication: complicatiegratefully: dankbaarindependence: onafhankelijkheidstrength: krachttender: zachtcontemplate: nadenkensoftly: zachtjesuninterrupted: zonder verstoringfortunate: gelukkiggratefully: dankbaaranxiously: bezorgdcourageously: moedigflames: vlammetjes

Hoe gaat het eigenlijk in Gaza? Spoiler: allesbehalve goed. Daarom schuift Rinke Verkerk, journalist bij De Correspondent, aan om Sander en Jaap bij te praten. Door het geweld en alle spanningen elders in de wereld is Gaza naar de achtergrond verdwenen en mede dankzij de rebranding van Trump spreken we nu van een ‘vredesplan’. Maar ondertussen is Gaza veranderd in een laboratorium: een voorland voor wat de rest van de wereld te wachten kan staan. Hulporganisaties komen voor helse dilemma's te staan, de nieuwste technologieën worden ingezet als wapen en van vrede kan geen sprake zijn zolang het internationaal recht wordt geschonden. Kortom we leven in een wereld zonder regels. Gelukkig is er ook ruimte voor luchtigheid: buren worden uitgescholden voor ‘kutlul’, kerkdiensten worden onderbroken en zelfs Sannie en Jaapie raken een beetje geïnspireerd door wat de kerk te bieden heeft. Centraal Beheer helpt je met het regelen van de juiste zakelijke verzekeringen, zodat jij zorgeloos kunt ondernemen. Doe de keuzehulp via www.centraalbeheer.nl/samen en zie op basis van je beroep direct welke verzekeringen en oplossingen bij jou en je bedrijf passen.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textNu live: Soul Session met Sander Janson! In deze aflevering van Soul Session gaat psycholoog Huibrecht Boluijt in gesprek met tv-presentator en orthomoleculair voedingsdeskundige Sander Janson.Het gesprek meandert langs uiteenlopende onderwerpen, van meer oppervlakkige thema's naar diepere levensvragen. Zo komt onder andere de ontwikkeling van nieuwe mediaplatforms aan bod, maar ook Sanders eigen spirituele en psychologische proces. Sander geeft aan dat hij er altijd op bedacht is dat de dingen vaak niet zo zijn als dat het lijkt. Hij is altijd zoekende. Misschien is dat ook de reden dat hij zich zowel in de mainstream als in de nieuwe media goed staande weet te houden: niet veroordelend, maar open, tolerant en onderzoekend. Zijn opvoeding vormt voor hem de basis van zijn vrije manier van denken. Daarnaast gaat het gesprek over de collectieve groei van de mensheid, die mogelijk gevormd wordt doordat veel meer mensen  zich bezighouden met introspectie en psychologische en spirituele ontwikkeling. In de uitzending deelt Sander een primeur die diep ingrijpt in zijn gevoelsleven. Ook spreekt hij over een nieuw programma-idee. Hij vertelt met warmte over zijn ouders, maar ook met verdriet over het lijden binnen zijn gezin van herkomst in zijn jongste kinderjaren. Het gesprek raakt thema's als de dood, de liefde en zijn liefdesleven en wat volgens hem een relatie doet slagen. Een gesprek met een lach en een traan van een uiterst zachtmoedige en veelzijdige mens. En dat voor hem ook weer nieuwe vragen oproept, niet verbazend gezien zijn onderzoekende instelling. Mis het niet: www.blckbx.tv/binnenland/soul-session-met-tv-presentator-en-orthomoleculair-voedingsdeskundige-sander-janson-ik-denk-dat-mensen-te-veel-ziek-worden-gehouden Support the showWaardeer je deze video('s)? Like deze video, abonneer je op ons kanaal en steun de onafhankelijke journalistiek van blckbx met een donatieWil je op de hoogte blijven?Telegram - https://t.me/blckbxtvTwitter - / blckbxnews Facebook - / blckbx.tv Instagram - ...

The newest recruit for the Wellington Phoenix has outlined how he'll help his new side push for playoff football. 30-year-old Norwegian midfielder Sander Kartum has joined on loan from Scottish side Hearts until the end of the A-League season. Kartum joined Piney to discuss further. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Inspiring Journey of a Young Artist's Resilience in Amsterdam Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2026-01-17-23-34-02-nl Story Transcript:Nl: In het hart van Amsterdam, op een koude winterse middag, was het gemeenschapscentrum gevuld met leven.En: In the heart of Amsterdam, on a cold winter afternoon, the community center was filled with life.Nl: Mensen liepen rond, bewonderden schilderijen en spraken met elkaar over kunst.En: People wandered around, admired paintings, and talked with each other about art.Nl: De lucht was gevuld met het zachte geluid van klassieke muziek.En: The air was filled with the soft sound of classical music.Nl: Tussen de menigte bevond zich Sander, een jonge kunstenaar met hoop in zijn hart en zweet in zijn handen.En: Among the crowd was Sander, a young artist with hope in his heart and sweat in his hands.Nl: Sander stond in een hoek en keek naar zijn schilderij.En: Sander stood in a corner and looked at his painting.Nl: Het was zijn meest persoonlijke werk, een explosie van kleuren en emoties.En: It was his most personal work, an explosion of colors and emotions.Nl: Zijn vriend Bram stond naast hem.En: His friend Bram stood next to him.Nl: "Maak je geen zorgen, Sander," zei Bram, kloppend op zijn schouder.En: "Don't worry, Sander," said Bram, patting his shoulder.Nl: "Je hebt talent.En: "You have talent.Nl: Ze zal het zien."En: She will see it."Nl: Maar Sander twijfelde.En: But Sander doubted.Nl: Maartje, de bekende curator met een oog voor talent, liep door de zaal.En: Maartje, the well-known curator with an eye for talent, was walking through the hall.Nl: Haar aanwezigheid was intimiderend.En: Her presence was intimidating.Nl: Sander haalde diep adem.En: Sander took a deep breath.Nl: Hij wilde zijn werk aan haar laten zien, maar voelde zich klein naast de ervaren artiesten om hem heen.En: He wanted to show her his work but felt small next to the experienced artists around him.Nl: De tijd verstreek en Sander wist dat Maartje dichterbij kwam.En: Time passed, and Sander knew that Maartje was coming closer.Nl: "Dit is het moment," mompelde hij tegen zichzelf.En: "This is the moment," he muttered to himself.Nl: Hij stapte naar voren, rechtte zijn rug en probeerde zijn onrust te verbergen.En: He stepped forward, straightened his back, and tried to hide his unease.Nl: Maartje stopte voor zijn schilderij.En: Maartje stopped in front of his painting.Nl: Ze keek lang en aandachtig.En: She looked long and attentively.Nl: De menigte om hen heen werd stil, nieuwsgierig naar haar reactie.En: The crowd around them grew silent, curious about her reaction.Nl: Er gingen gefluisterde discussies door de zaal; sommigen vonden het werk te gedurfd, anderen waren nieuwsgierig.En: Whispered discussions took place in the hall; some thought the work was too bold, others were intrigued.Nl: Na wat een eeuwigheid leek te duren, draaide Maartje zich om naar Sander.En: After what seemed like an eternity, Maartje turned to Sander.Nl: "Je hebt iets unieks," zei ze.En: "You have something unique," she said.Nl: Haar stem was rustig en bemoedigend.En: Her voice was calm and encouraging.Nl: Ze legde een hand op zijn schouder.En: She placed a hand on his shoulder.Nl: "Je stijl is anders en dat is precies wat we nodig hebben.En: "Your style is different, and that is precisely what we need.Nl: Hoewel ik nog niet klaar ben om je werk in de volgende tentoonstelling op te nemen, wil ik je graag helpen groeien."En: Although I'm not yet ready to include your work in the next exhibition, I would like to help you grow."Nl: Sander voelde een golf van opluchting en opluchting.En: Sander felt a wave of relief and reassurance.Nl: Niet het antwoord dat hij had verwacht, maar misschien wel wat hij nodig had.En: Not the answer he had expected, but perhaps what he needed.Nl: Hij glimlachte en knikte, dankbaar voor het perspectief dat Maartje hem bood.En: He smiled and nodded, grateful for the perspective Maartje offered him.Nl: Bram gaf hem een duim omhoog.En: Bram gave him a thumbs up.Nl: "Zie je wel, je bent op de goede weg," zei hij.En: "See, you're on the right track," he said.Nl: En zo realiseerde Sander zich dat het pad naar succes geen rechte lijn is.En: And so Sander realized that the path to success is not a straight line.Nl: Hij zag in dat met elke stap, elke kans om te leren en te groeien, hij dichterbij zijn dromen zou komen.En: He understood that with every step, every opportunity to learn and grow, he would come closer to his dreams.Nl: Sander verliet het gemeenschapscentrum die avond met een hernieuwd gevoel van vertrouwen.En: Sander left the community center that evening with a renewed sense of confidence.Nl: Hij was klaar om dingen te leren, te verbeteren en zijn passie te volgen, vertrouwend op de belofte dat zijn tijd zou komen.En: He was ready to learn, improve, and follow his passion, trusting in the promise that his time would come.Nl: De winterlucht was fris, maar zijn hart was warm.En: The winter air was crisp, but his heart was warm. Vocabulary Words:wandered: liepen rondadmired: bewonderdenclassical: klassiekeexplosion: explosiepresence: aanwezigheidintimidating: intimiderendstraightened: rechteattentively: aandachtigsilent: stilwhispered: gefluisterdebold: gedurfdintrigued: nieuwsgierigeternity: eeuwigheidencouraging: bemoedigendexhibition: tentoonstellingreassurance: opluchtinggrateful: dankbaarperspective: perspectiefpromise: beloftecrisp: friscurator: curatorincluded: opgenomentrusting: vertrouwendbeneath: onderunease: onrustrenewed: hernieuwdcommunity: gemeenschapyoung: jongecurious: nieuwsgierigencouraging: bemoedigend

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How can investing balance risk, return, and sustainability? PGGM's Sander van Stign and Colin Tissen discuss moving beyond index tracking to a more intentional approach, sharing how early ideas shaped a formal, scalable framework for sustainable investing.

Nederland is rijker dan ooit, maar we zitten massaal aan de praatpalen, de burn-out coaches en de ayahuasca.Hoe kan dat? Schrijfster en filosoof Lena Bril zit zelf zo’n tien jaar op allerlei banken bij psychologen, psychiaters en coaches en schreef het boek In Therapie. Ze neemt Sander en Jaap — twee totale leken op het gebied van psychologie, laat staan spirituele zelfvervulling — mee op ontdekkingsreis door het Nederlandse therapielandschap. Van de klinische muren van de psychiater tot aan paardentherapie en familieopstellingen: de heren proberen zich een voorstelling te maken bij dit alles. En ze vragen zich hardop af; Is therapie de broodnodige oplossing, of zijn we onderdeel geworden van een probleem dat we zelf hebben gecreëerd?

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Frozen Hot Chocolate Mishaps atop Rotterdam's Skydeck Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2026-01-09-08-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De winterwind sneed als een mes over het Skydeck van de Rotterdam Euromast.En: The winter wind cut like a knife across the Skydeck of the Rotterdam Euromast.Nl: Sander, Maarten en Femke stonden dicht bij elkaar, hun gezichten rood van de kou.En: Sander, Maarten, and Femke stood close together, their faces red from the cold.Nl: De stad onder hen lag te glinsteren in een dunne laag sneeuw.En: The city below them shimmered under a thin layer of snow.Nl: De lucht was zo helder dat je de haven in de verte kon zien liggen.En: The air was so clear that you could see the harbor lying in the distance.Nl: "Ik ga winnen," zei Sander koppig, zijn ogen gevuld met vastberadenheid.En: "I'm going to win," said Sander stubbornly, his eyes filled with determination.Nl: "Niemand kan mij verslaan in een warme chocolademelk-drinkwedstrijd!"En: "No one can beat me in a hot chocolate drinking contest!"Nl: Maarten lachte en maakte een grap om de sfeer te verlichten.En: Maarten laughed and made a joke to lighten the mood.Nl: "Misschien winnen we wel een prijs voor de snelst bevroren chocolademelk!"En: "Maybe we'll win a prize for the fastest frozen hot chocolate!"Nl: Femke, met haar gebruikelijke praktische blik, keek naar haar beker waarin het schuim al begon te kristalliseren.En: Femke, with her usual practical outlook, looked at her cup where the foam was already beginning to crystalize.Nl: "Misschien moeten we het idee van de wedstrijd laten varen en gewoon genieten."En: "Maybe we should abandon the contest idea and just enjoy it."Nl: Maar Sander schudde zijn hoofd, vastberaden.En: But Sander shook his head, determined.Nl: Hij rommelde in zijn jaszak en haalde een kleine handwarmer tevoorschijn.En: He rummaged in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small hand warmer.Nl: "Kijk, ik heb dit meegenomen.En: "Look, I brought this.Nl: Hiermee verwarm ik mijn beker.En: I'll use it to warm my cup.Nl: Dan kan ik winnen."En: Then I can win."Nl: Femke fronste haar wenkbrauwen.En: Femke furrowed her brow.Nl: "Ik weet niet of dat een goed idee is, Sander.En: "I don't know if that's a good idea, Sander.Nl: Misschien is het gevaarlijk."En: It might be dangerous."Nl: Sander luisterde niet.En: Sander didn't listen.Nl: Hij plaatste zijn beker boven de handwarmer, in de hoop de warme chocolademelk te ontdooien.En: He placed his cup above the hand warmer, hoping to thaw the hot chocolate.Nl: Langzaam werd de chocolademelk weer vloeibaar.En: Slowly, the chocolate became liquid again.Nl: Maar precies op dat moment gebeurde het: Sander verloor zijn grip en de beker kantelde.En: But just at that moment, it happened: Sander lost his grip, and the cup tilted.Nl: Een stroom van warme chocolademelk gleed over het dek, terwijl Sander een poging deed het te vangen.En: A stream of hot chocolate glided across the deck, while Sander made an attempt to catch it.Nl: Het hele tafereel was als in slow motion, en Maarten barstte in lachen uit.En: The whole scene was like in slow motion, and Maarten burst into laughter.Nl: "Nou Sander, dit was zeker de meest spectaculaire chocolademelk-slip."En: "Well Sander, that was certainly the most spectacular hot chocolate slip."Nl: Femke lachte mee.En: Femke laughed along.Nl: "Geen winnaar vandaag, maar wel een goede herinnering."En: "No winner today, but a good memory nonetheless."Nl: Sander stond op, zijn gezicht nog steeds rood, maar nu van de lach.En: Sander stood up, his face still red, but now from laughter.Nl: "Oké, oké, jullie hebben gelijk.En: "Okay, okay, you're right.Nl: Het gaat niet om winnen.En: It's not about winning.Nl: Het gaat om plezier maken met vrienden."En: It's about having fun with friends."Nl: Ze besloten om de wedstrijd te vergeten en in plaats daarvan een foto te maken.En: They decided to forget about the contest and instead take a photo.Nl: Ze stonden naast elkaar, met de bevroren chocolademelk in hun handen, en glimlachten breed.En: They stood side by side, with the frozen hot chocolate in their hands, and smiled broadly.Nl: De skyline van Rotterdam strekte zich uit achter hen, als een schilderij van ijs en lucht.En: The Rotterdam skyline stretched out behind them, like a painting of ice and sky.Nl: Die foto, gevangen in een moment van vriendschap en plezier, zou altijd een herinnering blijven aan die koude dag op de Euromast.En: That photo, captured in a moment of friendship and joy, would always be a memory of that cold day on the Euromast.Nl: Sander, Maarten en Femke lachten terwijl de zon langzaam onderging, de lucht in vlammen van oranje en roze doopte.En: Sander, Maarten, and Femke laughed as the sun slowly set, dipping the sky in flames of orange and pink.Nl: Het was de perfecte afsluiting van een dag vol verrassingen en een les in de waarde van samen zijn.En: It was the perfect end to a day full of surprises and a lesson in the value of being together. Vocabulary Words:winter wind: winterwindcut: sneedknife: messhimmered: glinsterendetermination: vastberadenheidstubbornly: koppigpractical outlook: praktische blikrumaged: rommeldepocket: jaszakhand warmer: handwarmerthaw: ontdooientilted: kanteldegrip: gripstream: stroomglided: gleedcatch: vangenspectacular: spectaculaireslip: slipmemory: herinneringbroadly: breedskyline: skylinestretched: strekte zich uitpainting: schilderijcaptured: gevangenjoy: pleziersunset: ondergangdipping: doopteflames: vlammensurprises: verrassingenvalue: waarde

The first World Tour edition of 2026 on the Global DJ Broadcast takes us to one of the most important cities in Markus Schulz's career: Los Angeles. Recorded live on New Year's Eve from Avalon Hollywood, this special episode captures highlights from Markus' open to close solo set - a tradition he has returned to time and again to mark the turn of the year.   Los Angeles has long been a second home for Markus, a city where extended solo journeys, trust from the dancefloor, and musical risk-taking helped shape his identity as a storyteller behind the decks. From late-night introspection to peak-time energy and afterhours depth, this World Tour reflects the full arc of an open to close experience on a night where history, emotion, and momentum collide.   A powerful way to begin 2026 - live from a venue and city that remain central to the Global DJ Broadcast story.   Tracklist:   01. Tiësto - Adagio for Strings (Markus Schulz Remix) 02. Fish56Octagon x Plastic Boy -  Silver Bath 03. Markus Schulz featuring Delacey - Destiny (ID Remix) 04. HI-LO vs. Kx5 & Hayla - Escape Reese (Oliver Heldens Mashup) 05. Mark Sixma, Orjan Nilsen, Push & nilsix vs. Layton Giordani, Sarah de Warren & Linney - Act of Urban Shakedown (Markus Schulz Down the Rabbit Hole Mashup) 06. Giuseppe Ottaviani & Ultra Shock - The Sound of E 07. Thomas Schumacher & ADHD vs. KAAZE & Alina Pozi vs. HI-LO & Danny Avila - When I Rock Papi Paradise (Markus Schulz Mashup) 08. Markus Schulz - Ram Attack 09. ID - High All the Time 10. Eric Prydz - Pjanoo (Markus Schulz Private Remix) 11. JOA - Everyday 12. Joyhauser - Free Your Mind (Markus Schulz Private Remix) 13. Markus Schulz - Remember This (ID Remix) 14. Gabry Ponte & Jerome Isma-Ae vs. Stylo, Space Motion & Amethyst - Walk Alone, Sucker (Markus Schulz Down the Rabbit Hole Mashup) 15. Massano - The Lights 16. Nemke - Stampedo 17. Daxson - While We Wait 18. Daxson featuring Andy Ruiz - Insomnia 19. Robert Nickson - Nine Lives 20. Wippenberg - Pong (NOMADsignal Remix) 21. Paul Oakenfold & Goom Gum - The House of House 22. Yves Deruyter - Back to Earth (Daxson Rave Mix) 23. Stoneface & Terminal vs. Anyma, Argy, Son of Son & Amelie Lens - Voices in My Pulsetracker (Markus Schulz Down the Rabbit Hole Mashup) 24. Kay D. Smith & Marc Tall - Hoipolloi (Ben Gold Remix) 25. Markus Schulz - Simulated 26. KASIA & Charles D featuring Sarah de Warren - Psycho 27. CIRCA96 x Ton TB - Electronic Malfunction 28. Sander van Doorn - Joyenergizer (Sander van Doorn 2025 Remix) 29. Luvstruck - Walking with Elephants 30. Monoline - Relapse 31. Space Frog - X-Ray (Follow Me) (Charles D Remix) 32. System F - Out of the Blue (Markus Schulz Private Remix) 33. Marco V - Teaser 34. Markus Schulz x Pavlo Vicci vs. Age of Love - The Age of Love Will Get You Higher (Markus Schulz Mashup)  

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: A New Beginning: Siblings' Journey of Letting Go in Amsterdam Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2026-01-06-08-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De lucht buiten was grijs en ijzig.En: The sky outside was gray and icy.Nl: Zachte sneeuwvlokken vielen op de smalle stenen straten van Amsterdam.En: Soft snowflakes fell on the narrow stone streets of Amsterdam.Nl: Binnen in het theehuis knetterde een warm vuur in de haard en de geur van verse thee vulde de lucht.En: Inside the tea house, a warm fire crackled in the fireplace, and the scent of fresh tea filled the air.Nl: Marijn, Lotte en Sander zaten aan een ronde tafel bij het raam.En: Marijn, Lotte, and Sander sat at a round table by the window.Nl: De sfeer was gezellig, maar de spanning tussen de drie zussen en broer was voelbaar.En: The atmosphere was cozy, but the tension between the three sisters and brother was palpable.Nl: Marijn, de oudste, staarde naar de rij met indrukwekkende theeblikken.En: Marijn, the eldest, stared at the row of impressive tea tins.Nl: "We moeten het huis verkopen," zei hij eindelijk.En: "We have to sell the house," he finally said.Nl: Zijn stem klonk vastberaden.En: His voice sounded determined.Nl: "Het is tijd om verder te gaan."En: "It's time to move on."Nl: Lotte, de middelste, keek weg.En: Lotte, the middle one, looked away.Nl: "Maar het huis is onze geschiedenis," protesteerde zij.En: "But the house is our history," she protested.Nl: "Ik kan het niet zomaar opgeven."En: "I can't just give it up."Nl: Sander, de jongste en altijd avontuurlijk, keek naar buiten naar de vallende sneeuw.En: Sander, the youngest and always adventurous, looked outside at the falling snow.Nl: "We kunnen iets nieuws beginnen.En: "We can start something new.Nl: Iets goeds kan uit verandering komen."En: Something good can come from change."Nl: De wind buiten leek het stilzwijgen tussen hen te versterken.En: The wind outside seemed to amplify the silence between them.Nl: Marijn zuchtte.En: Marijn sighed.Nl: "Ik begrijp je gevoelens, Lotte, maar we moeten ook aan onze toekomst denken."En: "I understand your feelings, Lotte, but we also need to think about our future."Nl: Een serveerster bracht hun bestelling.En: A waitress brought their order.Nl: De geur van jasmijnthee vulde de lucht.En: The scent of jasmine tea filled the air.Nl: Even leek de warme drank de kou tussen hen te verzachten.En: For a moment, the warm drink seemed to soften the cold between them.Nl: Lotte beet in een stuk cake.En: Lotte bit into a piece of cake.Nl: Haar ogen werden vochtig.En: Her eyes became moist.Nl: "Herinner je je nog die winteravonden bij de open haard?En: "Do you remember those winter evenings by the fireplace?Nl: Allemaal samen?"En: All of us together?"Nl: Marijn knikte.En: Marijn nodded.Nl: "Ja, ik herinner me dat.En: "Yes, I remember that.Nl: Het was magisch.En: It was magical.Nl: Maar we kunnen niet ons hele leven in het verleden leven."En: But we can't live our entire lives in the past."Nl: Er volgde een moment van stilte.En: A moment of silence followed.Nl: Het geluid van zachte muziek vulde het theehuis terwijl klanten binnenkwamen en warme plaatsen zochten.En: The sound of soft music filled the tea house as customers entered and looked for warm places.Nl: Lotte keek haar broer en zus aan.En: Lotte looked at her brother and sister.Nl: "Misschien kunnen we iets bewaren," stelde ze voor.En: "Maybe we can keep something," she suggested.Nl: "Een paar dingen uit het huis."En: "A few things from the house."Nl: Sander glimlachte en gaf haar hand een bemoedigend kneepje.En: Sander smiled and gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.Nl: "We kunnen ook elk jaar samenkomen.En: "We can also gather every year.Nl: Een klein eerbetoon aan vroeger."En: A little tribute to the past."Nl: Marijn bedacht zich.En: Marijn reconsidered.Nl: Misschien was er toch een middenweg.En: Maybe there was a middle ground after all.Nl: "Goed," zei hij tenslotte.En: "Alright," he finally said.Nl: "We verkopen het huis, maar houden een paar herinneringen."En: "We sell the house, but keep a few memories."Nl: Onder de warme gloed van de lichten en het zachte geroezemoes van gesprekken vonden de drie een manier om samen verder te gaan.En: Under the warm glow of the lights and the soft murmur of conversations, the three found a way to move forward together.Nl: Ze deden een stap naar de toekomst, met de belofte om hun verleden te eren.En: They took a step toward the future, with the promise to honor their past.Nl: Buiten viel de sneeuw nog steeds zachtjes neer, de witte vlokken dansend in de avondlucht.En: Outside, the snow still fell gently, the white flakes dancing in the evening air.Nl: Binnen was er eindelijk rust in hun harten.En: Inside, there was finally peace in their hearts.Nl: De banden van hun verleden zouden hen altijd verbinden, ongeacht waar hun paden hen naartoe zouden brengen.En: The bonds of their past would always connect them, no matter where their paths would lead them.Nl: En zo begon hun nieuwjaarsreflectie, een nieuw begin ondersteund door herinneringen die nooit verloren zouden gaan.En: And so began their New Year's reflection, a new beginning supported by memories that would never be lost. Vocabulary Words:icy: ijzigsnowflakes: sneeuwvlokkennarrow: smallefireplace: haardtension: spanningpalpable: voelbaarimpressive: indrukwekkendedetermined: vastberadenprotested: protesteerdeadventurous: avontuurlijkamplify: versterkenmoist: vochtigmagical: magischtribute: eerbetoongather: samenkomenencouraging: bemoedigendsqueeze: kneepjeconsidered: bedachtmiddle ground: middenwegpromise: beloftereflection: nieuwjaarsreflectiesilence: stilzwijgensuccumb: opgevenlaugh: glimlachensupport: ondersteundcosy: gezelligrow: rijsoften: verzachtencherish: bewarenlegacy: geschiedenis

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Gelukkig nieuwjaar! In het nieuwe jaar bespreken Mart ten Have, Bart Obbink, Jean-Paul Rison en Rypke Bakker de 7e tot en met de 12e plek uit de Eredivisie. Dit zijn: FC Twente, FC Utrecht, sc Heerenveen, Sparta Rotterdam, Fortuna Sittard en Excelsior. Voor de volledigheid bellen we met clubwatchers Hugo Heinen, Dustin Bronius, Sander de Vries, Frank Stout, Thomas Dal en Piebe-Guido. Veel kijk- en luisterplezier en de beste wensen voor 2026! (00:00) - Intro(03:23) - FC Twente(12:25) - FC Utrecht(21:45) - CVHJ(25:08) - sc Heerenveen(32:40) - Sparta(39:58) - Fortuna Sittard(50:30) - ExcelsiorSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

• Support & get perks!• Proudly sponsored by PyMC Labs. Get in touch and tell them you come from LBS!• Intro to Bayes and Advanced Regression courses (first 2 lessons free)Our theme music is « Good Bayesian », by Baba Brinkman (feat MC Lars and Mega Ran). Check out his awesome work !Chapters:13:16 Understanding Adaptive and Platform Trials25:25 Real-World Applications and Innovations in Trials34:11 Challenges in Implementing Bayesian Adaptive Trials42:09 The Birth of a Simulation Tool44:10 The Importance of Simulated Data48:36 Lessons from High-Stakes Trials52:53 Navigating Adaptive Trial Designs56:55 Communicating Complexity to Stakeholders01:02:29 The Future of Clinical Trials01:10:24 Skills for the Next Generation of StatisticiansThank you to my Patrons for making this episode possible!Yusuke Saito, Avi Bryant, Giuliano Cruz, Tradd Salvo, William Benton, James Ahloy, Robin Taylor,, Chad Scherrer, Zwelithini Tunyiswa, Bertrand Wilden, James Thompson, Stephen Oates, Gian Luca Di Tanna, Jack Wells, Matthew Maldonado, Ian Costley, Ally Salim, Larry Gill, Ian Moran, Paul Oreto, Colin Caprani, Colin Carroll, Nathaniel Burbank, Michael Osthege, Rémi Louf, Clive Edelsten, Henri Wallen, Hugo Botha, Vinh Nguyen, Marcin Elantkowski, Adam C. Smith, Will Kurt, Andrew Moskowitz, Hector Munoz, Marco Gorelli, Simon Kessell, Bradley Rode, Patrick Kelley, Rick Anderson, Casper de Bruin, Michael Hankin, Cameron Smith, Tomáš Frýda, Ryan Wesslen, Andreas Netti, Riley King, Yoshiyuki Hamajima, Sven De Maeyer, Michael DeCrescenzo, Fergal M, Mason Yahr, Naoya Kanai, Aubrey Clayton, Omri Har Shemesh, Scott Anthony Robson, Robert Yolken, Or Duek, Pavel Dusek, Paul Cox, Andreas Kröpelin, Raphaël R, Nicolas Rode, Gabriel Stechschulte, Arkady, Kurt TeKolste, Marcus Nölke, Maggi Mackintosh, Grant Pezzolesi, Joshua Meehl, Javier Sabio, Kristian Higgins, Matt Rosinski, Luis Fonseca, Dante Gates, Matt Niccolls, Maksim Kuznecov, Michael Thomas, Luke Gorrie, Cory Kiser, Julio, Edvin Saveljev, Frederick Ayala, Jeffrey Powell, Gal Kampel, Adan Romero, Blake Walters, Jonathan Morgan, Francesco Madrisotti, Ivy Huang, Gary Clarke, Robert Flannery, Rasmus Hindström, Stefan, Corey Abshire, Mike Loncaric, Ronald Legere, Sergio Dolia, Michael Cao, Yiğit Aşık, Suyog Chandramouli, Guillaume Berthon, Avenicio Baca, Spencer Boucher, Krzysztof Lechowski, Danimal, Jácint Juhász, Sander and Philippe.Links from the show:Berry ConsultantsScott's podcastLBS #45 Biostats & Clinical Trial Design, with Frank Harrell

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Finding Love Among New Year's Eve's Hidden Messages Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-12-29-08-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: In de koude lucht van Amsterdam op oudejaarsavond, stond Sander onder de hoge, gewelfde plafonds van het Centraal Station.En: In the cold air of Amsterdam on New Year's Eve, Sander stood beneath the high, vaulted ceilings of the Centraal Station.Nl: Het glas-in-lood schitterde, verlichte treinen kwamen en gingen zonder pauze.En: The stained glass sparkled, illuminated trains came and went without pause.Nl: Passagiers bewogen snel, hun koffers ratelend over de stenen vloer.En: Passengers moved quickly, their suitcases rattling over the stone floor.Nl: Vlakbij een bankje, gevangen in zijn gedachten, viel zijn oog op iets bijzonders: een ongericht liefdesbriefje, netjes opgevouwen, glinsterend van hoop in het zachte licht.En: Close to a bench, lost in his thoughts, his eye caught something special: an unaddressed love note, neatly folded and glistening with hope in the soft light.Nl: Sander, die zich vaak verloren voelde in deze grote stad, kon het niet laten eraan te snuffelen.En: Sander, who often felt lost in this big city, couldn't resist taking a look.Nl: Toen hij het opentrok, voelde hij een warme gloed in de woorden.En: As he opened it, he felt a warm glow in the words.Nl: De brief vertelde over liefde, diep en oprecht, maar ook over afstand en verlangen.En: The letter spoke of love, deep and sincere, but also of distance and longing.Nl: Er stond geen naam op de envelop, geen aanwijzing van wie het kwam of voor wie het bedoeld was.En: There was no name on the envelope, no clue as to who it came from or for whom it was intended.Nl: Toch raakte het zijn hart.En: Yet it touched his heart.Nl: Met de brief in zijn jaszak, begon Sander een avontuur tussen perrons en reizigers.En: With the letter in his coat pocket, Sander embarked on an adventure between platforms and travelers.Nl: Misschien, dacht hij, als hij de schrijver kon vinden, zou hij iets begrijpen over zijn eigen verlangen naar Emma, zijn liefde, zo ver weg in Brussel.En: Perhaps, he thought, if he could find the writer, he would understand something about his own longing for Emma, his love, so far away in Brussels.Nl: Zijn onderzoek leidde hem naar Lucas, een jonge man die zich onderscheidde in de mensenmassa met zijn opvallende blauwe muts.En: His search led him to Lucas, a young man who stood out in the crowd with his striking blue hat.Nl: Lucas was net op weg naar het perron toen Sander hem zag.En: Lucas was just heading to the platform when Sander saw him.Nl: De klok tikte bijna twaalf uur, vuurwerk stond op het punt de lucht te verlichten.En: The clock was ticking close to midnight, fireworks were about to light up the sky.Nl: Vol verlangen benaderde Sander Lucas.En: Full of longing, Sander approached Lucas.Nl: "Heeft u deze brief geschreven?"En: "Did you write this letter?"Nl: vroeg hij voorzichtig, de woorden nog fris in zijn geheugen.En: he asked cautiously, the words still fresh in his memory.Nl: Lucas kende de traditie maar al te goed.En: Lucas knew the tradition all too well.Nl: Hij glimlachte en vertelde over "liefdesbrieven zonder adres," een gewoonte van stille verbinding tussen vreemden tijdens de feestdagen.En: He smiled and told about "liefdesbrieven zonder adres," a tradition of silent connection between strangers during the holidays.Nl: Die nacht, toen Sander naar de lucht vol vuurwerk keek, voelde hij een verandering.En: That night, as Sander looked up at the sky full of fireworks, he felt a change.Nl: Met zijn mobiel in de hand belde hij Emma.En: With his phone in hand, he called Emma.Nl: Zijn stem was warm, doordrongen van alle gevoelens die hij had weggestopt.En: His voice was warm, filled with all the feelings he had kept hidden.Nl: "Gelukkig nieuwjaar, Emma.En: "Happy New Year, Emma.Nl: Ik mis je.En: I miss you.Nl: Meer dan je weet."En: More than you know."Nl: Sander leerde dat afstand niet onoverkomelijk was.En: Sander learned that distance was not insurmountable.Nl: Door zijn hart te openen, vond hij niet alleen Lucas' boodschap, maar ook de moed om dichter bij Emma te komen.En: By opening his heart, he found not only Lucas' message but also the courage to get closer to Emma.Nl: Hij besefte dat verbondenheid niet altijd een kwestie van nabijheid is, maar van openheid en intentie.En: He realized that connectedness is not always a matter of proximity but of openness and intention.Nl: Dat jaar, onder de stralende lichten van Amsterdam, ontdekte Sander dat hij nooit echt alleen was.En: That year, under the radiant lights of Amsterdam, Sander discovered that he was never truly alone. Vocabulary Words:vaulted: gewelfdestained glass: glas-in-loodsparkled: schitterdesuitcases: koffersrattling: ratelendglancing: bladerdeunaddressed: ongerichtfolded: opgevouwenluminous: glinsterenddistance: afstandlonging: verlangenintended: bedoeldembarked: begonplatforms: perronsstriking: opvallendeapproached: benaderdecautiously: voorzichtigtradition: traditieconnection: verbindingproximity: nabijheidopenness: openheidintention: intentieradiant: stralendeinsurmountable: onoverkomelijkenvelope: envelopmidnight: twaalf uurchange: veranderingcourage: moedconnectedness: verbondenheidluminous: glinsterend

Episode 369 of RevolutionZ has Miguel Guevara questioning Lydia Lawrence about her journey from the Sixties to RPS. After anger and solidarity fuel a movement's start what decides whether it survives? Lydia Lawrence—feminist, organizer, media worker, and the first shadow government president of RPS—tells of her journey from sixties militancy, through doldrums, to sustained revolutionary engagement. Her recounting begins with a poem-like charge sheet against injustice, but quickly pivots to the practices that kept early RPS victories from unspooling. Treat oppression as a web, not a queue; change roles, not just leaders; speak plainly, share skills, and build structures that match our values.Miguel elicits from Lydia a revelatory mid-west factory story. Workers seized their plant. Councils rose and wages leveled. Spirit soared. Yet before too long passed, hierarchy crept back. Spirits crashed. The culprit wasn't human nature. It was an unbroken corporate division of labor. A small group accumulated knowledge, access and confidence from newly doing empowering tasks while most returned to repetitive, debilitating tasks. Voice, influence and then even income stratified as much much of the old order reassembled itself. Out with the old boss, the owner. In with a new boss who Lydia calls Coordinators. Lydia lays out how class, race, gender, and polity entangle across home, school, workplace, media, and law—and why single-issue wins erode when unaltered institutions push back. She describes the cultural suicide of “ghosting” in movements and the coordinator class habit of hiding power behind jargon. Solidarity requires attention, not performance.The discussion moves from Sander's valuable sparks and Trump's odious fear to the necessity of building bridges without diluting justice for women, Black and Brown communities, LGBTQ+ people, and working-class men alike. Since oppression is an entangled network, strategy must be systemic. Lydia discusses her conversion to emphasizing balanced roles, open information, participatory decision-making, and a language everyone can own. Do Lydia's reports of her path to joining sustained, effective revolutionary activism resonate with you? Are the lessons she reveals relevant to our times and circumstances? Concluding this episode's presentation of the sixteenth chapter from The Wind Cries Freedom, is a closing meditation on fiction as oral history—stories that test ideas and invite you to refine them. Is it worth sharing with a friend?Support the show

Sander Schulhoff is an AI researcher specializing in AI security, prompt injection, and red teaming. He wrote the first comprehensive guide on prompt engineering and ran the first-ever prompt injection competition, working with top AI labs and companies. His dataset is now used by Fortune 500 companies to benchmark their AI systems security, he's spent more time than anyone alive studying how attackers break AI systems, and what he's found isn't reassuring: the guardrails companies are buying don't actually work, and we've been lucky we haven't seen more harm so far, only because AI agents aren't capable enough yet to do real damage.We discuss:1. The difference between jailbreaking and prompt injection attacks on AI systems2. Why AI guardrails don't work3. Why we haven't seen major AI security incidents yet (but soon will)4. Why AI browser agents are vulnerable to hidden attacks embedded in webpages5. The practical steps organizations should take instead of buying ineffective security tools6. Why solving this requires merging classical cybersecurity expertise with AI knowledge—Brought to you by:Datadog—Now home to Eppo, the leading experimentation and feature flagging platform: https://www.datadoghq.com/lennyMetronome—Monetization infrastructure for modern software companies: https://metronome.com/GoFundMe Giving Funds—Make year-end giving easy: http://gofundme.com/lenny—Transcript: https://www.lennysnewsletter.com/p/the-coming-ai-security-crisis—My biggest takeaways (for paid newsletter subscribers): https://www.lennysnewsletter.com/i/181089452/my-biggest-takeaways-from-this-conversation—Where to find Sander Schulhoff:• X: https://x.com/sanderschulhoff• LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/sander-schulhoff• Website: https://sanderschulhoff.com• AI Red Teaming and AI Security Masterclass on Maven: https://bit.ly/44lLSbC—Where to find Lenny:• Newsletter: https://www.lennysnewsletter.com• X: https://twitter.com/lennysan• LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/lennyrachitsky/—In this episode, we cover:(00:00) Introduction to Sander Schulhoff and AI security(05:14) Understanding AI vulnerabilities(11:42) Real-world examples of AI security breaches(17:55) The impact of intelligent agents(19:44) The rise of AI security solutions(21:09) Red teaming and guardrails(23:44) Adversarial robustness(27:52) Why guardrails fail(38:22) The lack of resources addressing this problem(44:44) Practical advice for addressing AI security(55:49) Why you shouldn't spend your time on guardrails(59:06) Prompt injection and agentic systems(01:09:15) Education and awareness in AI security(01:11:47) Challenges and future directions in AI security(01:17:52) Companies that are doing this well(01:21:57) Final thoughts and recommendations—Referenced:• AI prompt engineering in 2025: What works and what doesn't | Sander Schulhoff (Learn Prompting, HackAPrompt): https://www.lennysnewsletter.com/p/ai-prompt-engineering-in-2025-sander-schulhoff• The AI Security Industry is Bullshit: https://sanderschulhoff.substack.com/p/the-ai-security-industry-is-bullshit• The Prompt Report: Insights from the Most Comprehensive Study of Prompting Ever Done: https://learnprompting.org/blog/the_prompt_report?srsltid=AfmBOoo7CRNNCtavzhyLbCMxc0LDmkSUakJ4P8XBaITbE6GXL1i2SvA0• OpenAI: https://openai.com• Scale: https://scale.com• Hugging Face: https://huggingface.co• Ignore This Title and HackAPrompt: Exposing Systemic Vulnerabilities of LLMs through a Global Scale Prompt Hacking Competition: https://www.semanticscholar.org/paper/Ignore-This-Title-and-HackAPrompt%3A-Exposing-of-LLMs-Schulhoff-Pinto/f3de6ea08e2464190673c0ec8f78e5ec1cd08642• Simon Willison's Weblog: https://simonwillison.net• ServiceNow: https://www.servicenow.com• ServiceNow AI Agents Can Be Tricked Into Acting Against Each Other via Second-Order Prompts: https://thehackernews.com/2025/11/servicenow-ai-agents-can-be-tricked.html• Alex Komoroske on X: https://x.com/komorama• Twitter pranksters derail GPT-3 bot with newly discovered “prompt injection” hack: https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2022/09/twitter-pranksters-derail-gpt-3-bot-with-newly-discovered-prompt-injection-hack• MathGPT: https://math-gpt.org• 2025 Las Vegas Cybertruck explosion: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2025_Las_Vegas_Cybertruck_explosion• Disrupting the first reported AI-orchestrated cyber espionage campaign: https://www.anthropic.com/news/disrupting-AI-espionage• Thinking like a gardener not a builder, organizing teams like slime mold, the adjacent possible, and other unconventional product advice | Alex Komoroske (Stripe, Google): https://www.lennysnewsletter.com/p/unconventional-product-advice-alex-komoroske• Prompt Optimization and Evaluation for LLM Automated Red Teaming: https://arxiv.org/abs/2507.22133• MATS Research: https://substack.com/@matsresearch• CBRN: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBRN_defense• CaMeL offers a promising new direction for mitigating prompt injection attacks: https://simonwillison.net/2025/Apr/11/camel• Trustible: https://trustible.ai• Repello: https://repello.ai• Do not write that jailbreak paper: https://javirando.com/blog/2024/jailbreaks—Production and marketing by https://penname.co/. 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Shannon Sharpe and Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson deliver the biggest reactions from NFL Week action! Unc and Ocho break down the sideline drama between Shedeur Sanders and Jerry Jeudy as they attempt to squash the beef, and debate whether Antonio Brown still deserves a Hall of Fame spot despite his off-field controversies. Subscribe to Nightcap presented by PrizePicks so you don’t miss out on any new drops! Download the PrizePicks app today and use code SHANNON to get $50 in lineups after you play your first $5 lineup! Visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/NI... 0:00 - Dillon Gabriel’s fiancée sparks backlash after Browns loss13:58 - Shedeur Sander & Jerry Jeudy building trust28:03 - Antonio Brown First Ballot HOF45:04 - Darius Slay won't report to Bills (Timestamps may vary based on advertisements.) #ClubSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.