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Send us a textJon sends Val to Tormund Giantsbane with terms. In a shocking turn of events, Jon's advisers disagree with the plan. Simon and Mackelly would like to remind Jon, well his advisers actually, of what befell Janos Slynt, and why.Chapter Review:Lord Commander Jon Snow escorts Val through the Wall. She's headed north to find Tormund Giantsbane and offer him safe passage through the Wall if he'll follow the expected rules - don't kill everyone and help defend the Wall. She's confident that she'll find him, but less sure of how he'll receive the message. She wants Jon to look after the baby, whom she's dubbed Monster, as she's certain that Melisandre has seen through the baby-swap deceit.Back at the Wall, Jon's breakfast is disturbed by Bowen Marsh, Othell Yarwick, and Septon Cellador. They don't like to complain about everything, but the men are grumbling. They don't want Leathers as the new Master-at-Arms, nor Satin as Jon's steward. Jon doesn't care. They don't like Val's mission. Jon doesn't care. They don't think more Wildlings should be admitted. Jon doesn't care.They worry about Jon's (as yet unspoken) plans for Hardhome, a haunted town north of the Wall where it is rumored that the refugee free folk are amassing. Again Jon has to remind them that anyone who dies north of the Wall is going to come back to haunt them. They just don't get it.Characters/Places/Names/Events:Jon Snow - Bastard son of Ned Stark. Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.Val - Sister-in-law to Mance Rayder. Wrongly perceived as a princess by Stannis.Bowen Marsh - Lord Steward of the Night's Watch and oft-times critic of Jon Snow's decisions.Othell Yarwick - First Builder of the Night's Watch.Septon Cellador - Septon of Castle Black.Iron Emmet - Ranger of the Night's Watch and Master at Arms of Castle Black.Dolorous Edd - Brother of the Night's Watch and friend and steward to Jon Snow.Ghost - Jon's direwolf.Castle Black - Headquarters of the Night's Watch. Support the showSupport us: Buy us a Cup of Arbor Gold, or become a sustainer and receive cool perks Donate to our cause Use our exclusive URL for a free 30-day trial of Audible Buy or gift Marriott Bonvoy points through our affiliate link Rate and review us at Apple Podcasts, Spotify, podchaser.com, and elsewhere.Find us on social media: Discord Twitter @GhostsHarrenhal Facebook Instagram YouTube All Music credits to Ross Bugden:INSTAGRAM! : https://instagram.com/rossbugden/ (rossbugden) TWITTER! : https://twitter.com/RossBugden (@rossbugden) YOUTUBE! : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kthxycmF25M

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El contrabajista barcelonés Héctor Tejedo firma al frente de su trío un segundo disco 'The single petal of a rose', inspirado por Duke Ellington, que incluye grabaciones de 'Stompin at the Savoy', 'Satin doll', 'Solitude', 'Sophisticated lady', 'The single petal of a rose' o 'I can´t get started'. El pianista valenciano Paul Viguer publica su octavo disco, 'En vivo en Argentina', grabado durante unos conciertos en Buenos Aires y Rosario, con sus composiciones 'S.O.S tierra', '12 +8 para Pep', 'Gepetto escapa de la ballena', 'Blues for Lucía' y 'Trampantojo de Bach'.Escuchar audio

durée : 00:05:01 - Musique matin - par : Max Dozolme - Days of Future Passed (1967), le second disque du groupe britannique The Moody Blues est l'album de la chanson Nights in white in Satin mais aussi l'une des plus belles rencontres entre des musiciens issus du rock et les sonorités d'un orchestre symphonique. Un enregistrement majeur et pionnier. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Downton Abbey creator Julian Fellowes has a blockbuster finale in cinemas and now HBO’s renewed companion show The Gilded Age for season 4. What’s his secret formula for making history sexy? Find out more about The Front podcast here. You can read about this story and more on The Australian's website or on The Australian’s app. The weekend edition of The Front is co-produced by Claire Harvey and Jasper Leak. The host is Claire Harvey. Audio production and editing by Jasper Leak who also composed our theme.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Pastor Walt continues Thinking Out Loud on the Woundedness of Men. Pastor Walt asks what do women really want from men? Women say they want a men who can stand up to her, who can stand up for her, who can say no to her, a man who is authentic, who is congruent, who is secure in himself, a man who doesn't compromise his own values, who asks for clarification, who doesn't make assumptions, a man who can lead the relationship, who can make decisions, who has his own opinions … a man she can trust. Young men ask how they can approach a woman. Men have wounds from the father, wounds from women, wounds from a distorted view of God. Men don't know who they are as men. The family is God's perfect design, and Satin is destroying the family. This affects everybody … the whole structure of society. The church needs to address the breakdown of the family, and needs to address the direction men should take to protect the family.Thinking Out Loud with Walt McFaddenWalt McFadden, Pastor of Cityview Church in Minneapolis, is a no-nonsense kind of guy who takes no prisoners when it comes to the Truth. Pastor Walt likes to ‘Think Out Loud' about the Bible and how it can impact a community through the proper application of Spiritual Principles. You will find an honest response to some of the most difficult questions facing Christians today. Visit Cityview Church

Cabin Cousins: Part 3 The love between Charles and Melissa grows. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter Eleven I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel excitedly asked, "Hello?". "Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with an equal amount of excitement. "I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh. "I miss you too." Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour, before we were both running out of things to say. "When can we see each other again?" She asked the question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello." "I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends off in a row." "Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it." "What about the weekend after that? I could probably get it off." I asked hopefully. "Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is Halloween! We could go to a party?" "That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities. "Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around to overhear us." We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning. "I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of keeping our relationship a secret. "I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed." "Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?" "I'll be here," I said, already excited at the prospect of talking with her again. "I love you, Charles." Those simple words made my heart flutter. "I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call. I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I would do alone in her apartment. When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it just to make sure she could talk to me. We talked every night for the next week and a half and made our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley, was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take care of getting our costumes together. I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.) "You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing. "But I got you, bro." The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell her, and taste her on my lips. The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store she worked at anyway. My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty. I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there. On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of those too. Sales strategy: successful. I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try. So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number ten. Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world. Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face. She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss. She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air. She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the door. "It's cold out here, come inside." "I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back to my truck. "Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it didn't latch. I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment. In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean, and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds, but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before. I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly tossing my work clothes on the floor. Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses. When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm, eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia. She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me, desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure. I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes accordingly. We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body continuing to twitch periodically. I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down from her explosive orgasm. I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her pleasure was my pleasure. Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out. "Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head urgently. "Come here." As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet face and smeared it on my cock. The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts. We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun. With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like 'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both exclaimed in exultant joy at the release. I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity. Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but I said them anyway. "I love you, Melissa," I whispered. "I love you, Charles." She whispered back. We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft, and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with contentment. "Melissa?" "Hmm?" She responded. "When I got here, what did you mean when you said that I was real?" "It was because of a dream I had last night." She said, somewhat sheepishly. "Oh?" I asked. "Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't actually exist." "I'm here," I said. "All of this really happened." "I know." She moved my hand that was around her chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just stuck with me all day, you know?" "Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a pang of sympathy. She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except you." I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to her chest. She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time growing up that I can remember being truly happy." "What about your parents?" I asked cautiously, still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an uncomfortable subject. "I don't want to think about them right now." "I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I might have upset her. She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my arms tight around her. "Not right now." I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness, and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand. I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair. We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow steady breath until it lulled me to sleep. Chapter Twelve. I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a note on the pillow next to me. It read: "I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run, be back soon. Love, Melissa." I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just have to make up for it later. I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard a key turn the lock on the front door. Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I approached. She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly. "Good morning, sleepy head." "Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her another quick kiss. Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought looked very sexy on her athletic figure. "I need a shower." She said. Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said. "Uh, gross." With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin of her neck again. "I love the way you taste." She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her insecurities. "Come shower with me," She said softly. I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear, sending them to my ankles. She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her face, kissing her sweetly. She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave you?" I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth from when I had shaved the previous morning. With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her face, I was open to the idea. "Okay," I replied. Her face lit up. "Really?" I nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yeah." She gave me a quick kiss and started rummaging in a box under the sink. She found what she was looking for, holding up a professional-looking electric trimmer. "First step." She said, getting down on her knees in front of me. She plugged it in and adjusted the little lever that set the trim length. "Ready?" I nodded, finding myself slightly amazed that I felt no fear or hesitation in what she was about to do. She turned on the clippers, and it made a snapping noise, before buzzing loudly. With care, she began to trim above my cock, and big clumps of my curly blonde hair began falling to the tile floor. She patted the closed toilet lid, and I put a foot there, my legs spreading enough so she could get at the rest of me. Carefully, she trimmed one side, then the other, gently holding my erect cock aside as she worked. Then she moved to my balls, holding them as she trimmed up from my perineum. I shivered involuntarily from the vibrations of the trimmer on my most sensitive and private areas. She looked up at me with a smile. I could tell that she was enjoying herself immensely. "That feels good," I said, smiling down at her. She finished with my balls, taking great care in pulling the skin smooth as she trimmed. Before shutting the trimmer off, she held the side of it flat against my perineum and balls. I made a low moan as the powerful vibrations made my whole groin tingle. I was disappointed when the trimmer clicked off. I could see by her satisfied smile that she had made a mental note of how I had responded to that. My cock twitched at the thought of what she would do with that information. She blew hard and brushed her hands over me to get the loose bits of hair off. It felt significantly more drafty down there, and her hands felt cool on my nearly bare skin. The sensation of her hands on the short remnants of my pubic hair was very different, but not in a bad way. She stood and kissed me, then reached in and turned on the shower. She held her hand under the water until it was hot, then stepped in, pulling me in behind her. She had the temperature set much higher than I usually like it, but I got used to it very quickly. I held her in my arms and we kissed passionately as the water cascaded over us. She reluctantly ended the kiss and handed me a bottle of shower gel. "Wash me." She demanded, with desire in her eyes. I squirted gel into my hands, and knelt, deciding to start with her legs, knowing they must be sore from her run. I scrubbed with my hands, massaging her muscles from her feet to her thighs, first one leg, then the other. I loved the feel of her strong muscles and the firm contours they made. Her sighs of relief, when I devoted extra time to deeply massaging her calves and thighs, told me that I was right to start here. Melissa tended to wear loose-fitting clothes, like baggy jeans or sweatpants. I understood why. Her legs weren't what would be called 'classically feminine', and so she felt insecure about how they looked. I thought they were glorious, particularly in the fact that her thighs didn't touch, leaving a one-inch gap that left nothing unseen. I added this to the list of her insecurities that I intended to squash. I stood and kissed her briefly. Using more of the flowery scented gel, I washed her upper body, starting from her shoulders, and working my way down both arms. Again, I took my time, massaging her toned muscles, and getting more satisfied sighs for my efforts. I scrubbed her chest, getting a moan from her as I briefly swirled my soapy hands around her erect nipples. My hands moved across her flat belly, and though I couldn't see her six-pack, I could feel the definition of her muscles under her smooth skin. In the days after our first weekend as lovers, I had thought about the disparity in physical form between us. I wasn't fat, or even chubby. However, I didn't regularly work out or exercise, apart from what I got while at work, so I wasn't in nearly as good of shape as Melissa was. I had been afraid that I would become intimidated by her. Massaging her muscles like this, and feeling her strength, I freely admit that she was stronger than myself. Instead of being intimidating, I found it to be incredibly sexy, and motivating. She was a goddess, and I worshiped her with all of my being. I felt a drive within me to better myself so that she could feel the same way about me. I moved my hands to her groin, scrubbing her in a way that, while not overtly sexual, was incredibly sensuous. I slid a hand between her legs, cupping her ass from below, then ran my soapy finger through her crack. Feeling bold, and curious as to how she would react, I paid extra attention to her asshole, rubbing it briefly with the tip of my middle finger. I looked up at her when I did this. Her eyes were closed, and her smile got a little wider as she made a small indistinct sound of pleasure at the backdoor contact. I rinsed my hands and got more gel. I moved in close, and she draped her arms around my shoulders as my cock nestled between her legs. I scrubbed her back, massaging as I moved slowly down from her shoulders to her ass. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted some into my palm. "Don't wash all of my hair, just close to my scalp." She said, turning her back to me, and raising her chin. I did my best and managed to keep the suds from dripping into her eyes. I massaged her scalp with my fingertips, which she seemed to particularly enjoy. After rinsing her hair, I used her conditioner, and under her direction, on only the hair below her shoulders. I've got two older sisters, and plenty of female cousins, aunts, and nieces, so I knew that women have very specific routines that they follow with their hair. What instructions Melissa gave, I followed to the best of my ability. If I did it wrong, she didn't seem to care. When she turned to face me, her face had the same serene contentment that it had when she was asleep in my arms. She kissed me and said. "That was amazing. I want to be washed like that every single day for the rest of my life." "I want that too," I said. A ghost of a plan began to form in my mind, and as she began to return the act, washing me with as much care as I had washed her, it grew. It was an inspiration that seemed so perfect, I knew that it had to be right. As she washed me, a portion of my mind thought about what I needed to do later that day. Feeling her soapy hands on my body was heavenly, and surprising in its feeling of intimacy. I found myself sighing and groaning in pleasure as her hands relaxed all tension from my body. As she scrubbed my hair with her shampoo, she giggled. "What?" I asked, finding her giggling infectious. "I just realized, you're going to smell just like me for the rest of the day." "So I'm going to smell awesome? Sweet." I replied, leaning my head under the water as she rinsed my hair. That done, she reached out beyond the shower curtain and came back with a small bottle of shave gel and a bright pink razor. "You sure you're okay with this?" She asked. "Yes," I said with a reassuring smile. I had told her in my tent two weeks ago, that she could do anything that she wanted to do me and that I would love it because it was her doing it. While that was still true, I did want to know what it was like to be hairless. She had me sit on the little built-in bench in the shower, and spread my legs wide. She sat on the floor, close to me, and applied the shaving gel. My cock, having gone soft during the relaxing experience of having my body washed, returned to rock-hard status at her gentle touch. She giggled. "That will make things easier." She picked up the razor and prepared herself to begin. She took a deep breath, and I could tell that she was nervous. "Hey," I said gently, and she looked up, meeting my eyes. "I trust you." That seemed to be exactly what she needed to hear, and she began. She took her time, methodically shaving every bit of me. I will admit to feeling a small twinge of anxiety at feeling the blades of her pink razor moving across my most sensitive skin, but I really did trust her. I watched her steady hands as she worked, and felt a whole new kind of intimacy with Melissa. Feeling the trust I had for her, to overcome any fears I might have had and let her do this, was wonderful. She finished, and we stood. She used her hands to assist in rinsing me off, and I was amazed at how smooth her touch felt on me. I explored my freshly shaved skin, feeling the smoothness for myself. "What do you think?" She asked, a bit nervously. "I like it," I answered truthfully. "It's so smooth." She smiled, her relief plain to see. "It looks bigger," I said. It was her turn to attack one of my insecurities. I wasn't small, and by American standards, I was a little longer than average. But every single man on Earth is insecure to some degree about the size, shape, and appearance of his cock. Just, some more than others. "It's the perfect size for me. I don't need it to be bigger." She put her hands on me again, one around my cock, and the other cupping my balls, this time in a way that was decidedly more sexual. I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply as she continued to fondle me. I trailed a hand down her body and between her legs, teasing her with my fingers. Breaking off our kiss, I said. "I need to be inside of you." Her eyes told me that the need was mutual. She turned around, leaning against the shower wall. She arched her back, sticking her gorgeous ass out towards me, and giving it a little wiggle. I guided my cock into her pussy, sliding in slowly. She let out a satisfied sigh, and pushed back into me, her desire for me to be fully inside her, as great as my own. I had been hard for nearly the whole time since she had returned from her run, and the anticipation had built enough that I knew that I wouldn't last very long. So when I began to fuck her, I did it very slowly. Sometimes I would move as slowly as I could, taking thirty seconds or more to pull my cock out of her until I was almost fully out, before reversing direction and taking another thirty seconds to bottom out again. I loved watching the way her vagina stretched around me. Though it was not as intense of an experience as when I pounded into her as fast and as hard as I could, like we did last night, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She seemed to like it the most when I entered her as slowly as possible, and when I did that again, I could tell that she was getting close to cumming. As I ever so slowly slid into her, she moaned with her impending climax, and I had to use my hands on her hips to keep her from slamming back into me. If she liked this technique enough to cum, I wanted to make her cum with just the one type of motion. As my cock crept ever deeper, her breathing got heavier. When finally I bottomed out and pulled her tightly back onto me, she came. I smiled as her pussy gripped me tightly, and she shuddered uncontrollably. Still twitching from her orgasm, she pulled herself off of me, and spun around, kissing me intensely. I pushed myself against her, and we bumped back into the shower wall. Melissa lifted a leg and wrapped it around my waist, holding me in close. I reached down and guided my cock into her again, and she moaned loudly. Freely losing myself to our shared passion, I began to thrust into her. She had her arms over my shoulders, holding on tightly. Suddenly, she put her full weight down onto my shoulders, then took her other foot off the floor, wrapping it around me. I reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her so she could get a better hold around my waist with her legs. With her legs around me, my hands under her ass, and her back against the wall, she was able to take her weight off my shoulders. She cradled my face in her hands and we stared into each other's eyes as I began to pound into her. I didn't know if it was the angle of my entry or the novelty of the position, but she was almost immediately on the verge of cumming again. As it was last night, the feedback loop of our ecstasy was built with unstoppable quickness, and we both cried out as we came. She squeezed me tightly, almost painfully tightly, with her legs, as her pulsating pussy milked the cum out of me. My legs were burning with the effort of holding her up, so I let her down onto her own slightly wobbly legs. She held on to me to keep herself steady and gazed into my eyes. "How is it possible that we are so good at that?" She asked. I smiled lovingly, feeling the same wonder. "Seriously, every time is better than the last! If you make me cum any harder, I think I'm going to pass out!" We laughed and kissed joyously. The water in the shower had gone lukewarm at some point during our lovemaking, but neither of us had noticed. We both gasped though, when it suddenly turned cold. I was ready to jump out of the shower, but Melissa had me stay, so we could clean off the remains of our sex. She reached between her legs, and I could tell that she was flexing her pelvic floor muscles as she pushed my seed out of her. She brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth, licking it clean. I surprised her by kissing her, and tasting my cum inside her mouth, and felt her smile as we kissed. She had surprised me with that two weeks ago, and though I still found the idea of tasting my seed on my own slightly repulsive, tasting it inside Melissa's mouth was a completely different story. We kissed until it was gone, and she watched me with a smile as I knelt and washed her quickly with the cold water. Once she was clean, I ushered her out of the cold shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped out of the shower, she greeted me by wrapping a towel around me. I grabbed a second towel off the rack and began drying her off. The whole time, we smiled at each other, both almost giddy in our shared experience. It was by far the longest, and most enjoyable, shower of my life. From the washing to the shaving to the amazing sex, it almost seemed like a dream. Looking into Melissa's eyes, I could see that she felt what I felt at that moment. That, just as our sex gets better every time, with every experience we share, in every single moment we are together, our bond grows stronger. When we were both dry, and Melissa had a towel wrapped around her hair, I hugged her. "I love you more than I thought was possible," I whispered. She didn't reply. She didn't need to reply. Her eyes said more than words ever could. Chapter Thirteen. We went to her bedroom, and I pulled a clean pair of underwear out of my backpack. I had them halfway on when I had to stop and watch Melissa. She was putting on her underwear, a very skimpy-looking thong. Its red fabric had a sheen to it, like silk or satin. She saw me watching her, and took up a sexy pose, smiling at me demurely. "Like what you see?" "Oh, yes," I said, walking over to her, and putting a hand on the front of the thong. Satin. I ran my fingers along the smooth string that went around from the front and gave her bare ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands. "I could take you again right now." She giggled and rested her hands on my chest. "I could let you." I was about to kiss her and was seriously intending to follow through on my statement when my stomach rumbled loudly. "Oh, you poor boy, you're starving!" Melissa said. "Yeah, I'm hungry too." She turned, picking up a fuzzy bathrobe and putting it on. I made a disappointed sound when she closed it, tying the chord. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bedroom. "I meant to make you breakfast after my run, but we got... distracted." I chuckled. "Darn." She looked back at me and grinned. Entering the kitchen, as much as the tiny space could be called that, I noticed that she had indeed been intending to cook me breakfast. There was a carton of eggs and a frying pan set out next to the gas stove. "I hope you like your eggs scrambled, because that's the only way how to cook them." "I prefer them scrambled," I said honestly. I smiled as I watched her turn on the stove, and put a pad of butter in the pan. She looked over at me. "Go get dressed. Put on the black pants I asked you to bring. You brought black pants, right?" I nodded, still smiling at her. "What?" She asked with a little self-conscious chuckle. I stepped in and gave her a sweet closed-lip kiss. "You're amazing," I said, then turned to go get dressed. I glanced back as she was opening the egg carton, with a huge smile on her face. Returning to the kitchen fully dressed in a white tee shirt and black pants that honestly were a little tight on me, I saw that the eggs were almost ready. She dished out the contents of the pan onto two plates, handing me the one with the slightly larger share of eggs. To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

Cabin Cousins: Part 3 The love between Charles and Melissa grows. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter Eleven I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel excitedly asked, "Hello?". "Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with an equal amount of excitement. "I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh. "I miss you too." Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour, before we were both running out of things to say. "When can we see each other again?" She asked the question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello." "I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends off in a row." "Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it." "What about the weekend after that? I could probably get it off." I asked hopefully. "Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is Halloween! We could go to a party?" "That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities. "Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around to overhear us." We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning. "I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of keeping our relationship a secret. "I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed." "Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?" "I'll be here," I said, already excited at the prospect of talking with her again. "I love you, Charles." Those simple words made my heart flutter. "I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call. I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I would do alone in her apartment. When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it just to make sure she could talk to me. We talked every night for the next week and a half and made our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley, was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take care of getting our costumes together. I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.) "You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing. "But I got you, bro." The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell her, and taste her on my lips. The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store she worked at anyway. My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty. I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there. On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of those too. Sales strategy: successful. I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try. So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number ten. Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world. Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face. She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss. She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air. She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the door. "It's cold out here, come inside." "I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back to my truck. "Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it didn't latch. I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment. In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean, and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds, but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before. I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly tossing my work clothes on the floor. Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses. When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm, eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia. She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me, desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure. I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes accordingly. We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body continuing to twitch periodically. I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down from her explosive orgasm. I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her pleasure was my pleasure. Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out. "Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head urgently. "Come here." As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet face and smeared it on my cock. The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts. We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun. With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like 'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both exclaimed in exultant joy at the release. I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity. Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but I said them anyway. "I love you, Melissa," I whispered. "I love you, Charles." She whispered back. We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft, and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with contentment. "Melissa?" "Hmm?" She responded. "When I got here, what did you mean when you said that I was real?" "It was because of a dream I had last night." She said, somewhat sheepishly. "Oh?" I asked. "Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't actually exist." "I'm here," I said. "All of this really happened." "I know." She moved my hand that was around her chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just stuck with me all day, you know?" "Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a pang of sympathy. She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except you." I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to her chest. She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time growing up that I can remember being truly happy." "What about your parents?" I asked cautiously, still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an uncomfortable subject. "I don't want to think about them right now." "I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I might have upset her. She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my arms tight around her. "Not right now." I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness, and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand. I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair. We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow steady breath until it lulled me to sleep. Chapter Twelve. I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a note on the pillow next to me. It read: "I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run, be back soon. Love, Melissa." I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just have to make up for it later. I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard a key turn the lock on the front door. Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I approached. She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly. "Good morning, sleepy head." "Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her another quick kiss. Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought looked very sexy on her athletic figure. "I need a shower." She said. Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said. "Uh, gross." With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin of her neck again. "I love the way you taste." She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her insecurities. "Come shower with me," She said softly. I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear, sending them to my ankles. She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her face, kissing her sweetly. She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave you?" I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth from when I had shaved the previous morning. With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her face, I was open to the idea. "Okay," I replied. Her face lit up. "Really?" I nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yeah." She gave me a quick kiss and started rummaging in a box under the sink. She found what she was looking for, holding up a professional-looking electric trimmer. "First step." She said, getting down on her knees in front of me. She plugged it in and adjusted the little lever that set the trim length. "Ready?" I nodded, finding myself slightly amazed that I felt no fear or hesitation in what she was about to do. She turned on the clippers, and it made a snapping noise, before buzzing loudly. With care, she began to trim above my cock, and big clumps of my curly blonde hair began falling to the tile floor. She patted the closed toilet lid, and I put a foot there, my legs spreading enough so she could get at the rest of me. Carefully, she trimmed one side, then the other, gently holding my erect cock aside as she worked. Then she moved to my balls, holding them as she trimmed up from my perineum. I shivered involuntarily from the vibrations of the trimmer on my most sensitive and private areas. She looked up at me with a smile. I could tell that she was enjoying herself immensely. "That feels good," I said, smiling down at her. She finished with my balls, taking great care in pulling the skin smooth as she trimmed. Before shutting the trimmer off, she held the side of it flat against my perineum and balls. I made a low moan as the powerful vibrations made my whole groin tingle. I was disappointed when the trimmer clicked off. I could see by her satisfied smile that she had made a mental note of how I had responded to that. My cock twitched at the thought of what she would do with that information. She blew hard and brushed her hands over me to get the loose bits of hair off. It felt significantly more drafty down there, and her hands felt cool on my nearly bare skin. The sensation of her hands on the short remnants of my pubic hair was very different, but not in a bad way. She stood and kissed me, then reached in and turned on the shower. She held her hand under the water until it was hot, then stepped in, pulling me in behind her. She had the temperature set much higher than I usually like it, but I got used to it very quickly. I held her in my arms and we kissed passionately as the water cascaded over us. She reluctantly ended the kiss and handed me a bottle of shower gel. "Wash me." She demanded, with desire in her eyes. I squirted gel into my hands, and knelt, deciding to start with her legs, knowing they must be sore from her run. I scrubbed with my hands, massaging her muscles from her feet to her thighs, first one leg, then the other. I loved the feel of her strong muscles and the firm contours they made. Her sighs of relief, when I devoted extra time to deeply massaging her calves and thighs, told me that I was right to start here. Melissa tended to wear loose-fitting clothes, like baggy jeans or sweatpants. I understood why. Her legs weren't what would be called 'classically feminine', and so she felt insecure about how they looked. I thought they were glorious, particularly in the fact that her thighs didn't touch, leaving a one-inch gap that left nothing unseen. I added this to the list of her insecurities that I intended to squash. I stood and kissed her briefly. Using more of the flowery scented gel, I washed her upper body, starting from her shoulders, and working my way down both arms. Again, I took my time, massaging her toned muscles, and getting more satisfied sighs for my efforts. I scrubbed her chest, getting a moan from her as I briefly swirled my soapy hands around her erect nipples. My hands moved across her flat belly, and though I couldn't see her six-pack, I could feel the definition of her muscles under her smooth skin. In the days after our first weekend as lovers, I had thought about the disparity in physical form between us. I wasn't fat, or even chubby. However, I didn't regularly work out or exercise, apart from what I got while at work, so I wasn't in nearly as good of shape as Melissa was. I had been afraid that I would become intimidated by her. Massaging her muscles like this, and feeling her strength, I freely admit that she was stronger than myself. Instead of being intimidating, I found it to be incredibly sexy, and motivating. She was a goddess, and I worshiped her with all of my being. I felt a drive within me to better myself so that she could feel the same way about me. I moved my hands to her groin, scrubbing her in a way that, while not overtly sexual, was incredibly sensuous. I slid a hand between her legs, cupping her ass from below, then ran my soapy finger through her crack. Feeling bold, and curious as to how she would react, I paid extra attention to her asshole, rubbing it briefly with the tip of my middle finger. I looked up at her when I did this. Her eyes were closed, and her smile got a little wider as she made a small indistinct sound of pleasure at the backdoor contact. I rinsed my hands and got more gel. I moved in close, and she draped her arms around my shoulders as my cock nestled between her legs. I scrubbed her back, massaging as I moved slowly down from her shoulders to her ass. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted some into my palm. "Don't wash all of my hair, just close to my scalp." She said, turning her back to me, and raising her chin. I did my best and managed to keep the suds from dripping into her eyes. I massaged her scalp with my fingertips, which she seemed to particularly enjoy. After rinsing her hair, I used her conditioner, and under her direction, on only the hair below her shoulders. I've got two older sisters, and plenty of female cousins, aunts, and nieces, so I knew that women have very specific routines that they follow with their hair. What instructions Melissa gave, I followed to the best of my ability. If I did it wrong, she didn't seem to care. When she turned to face me, her face had the same serene contentment that it had when she was asleep in my arms. She kissed me and said. "That was amazing. I want to be washed like that every single day for the rest of my life." "I want that too," I said. A ghost of a plan began to form in my mind, and as she began to return the act, washing me with as much care as I had washed her, it grew. It was an inspiration that seemed so perfect, I knew that it had to be right. As she washed me, a portion of my mind thought about what I needed to do later that day. Feeling her soapy hands on my body was heavenly, and surprising in its feeling of intimacy. I found myself sighing and groaning in pleasure as her hands relaxed all tension from my body. As she scrubbed my hair with her shampoo, she giggled. "What?" I asked, finding her giggling infectious. "I just realized, you're going to smell just like me for the rest of the day." "So I'm going to smell awesome? Sweet." I replied, leaning my head under the water as she rinsed my hair. That done, she reached out beyond the shower curtain and came back with a small bottle of shave gel and a bright pink razor. "You sure you're okay with this?" She asked. "Yes," I said with a reassuring smile. I had told her in my tent two weeks ago, that she could do anything that she wanted to do me and that I would love it because it was her doing it. While that was still true, I did want to know what it was like to be hairless. She had me sit on the little built-in bench in the shower, and spread my legs wide. She sat on the floor, close to me, and applied the shaving gel. My cock, having gone soft during the relaxing experience of having my body washed, returned to rock-hard status at her gentle touch. She giggled. "That will make things easier." She picked up the razor and prepared herself to begin. She took a deep breath, and I could tell that she was nervous. "Hey," I said gently, and she looked up, meeting my eyes. "I trust you." That seemed to be exactly what she needed to hear, and she began. She took her time, methodically shaving every bit of me. I will admit to feeling a small twinge of anxiety at feeling the blades of her pink razor moving across my most sensitive skin, but I really did trust her. I watched her steady hands as she worked, and felt a whole new kind of intimacy with Melissa. Feeling the trust I had for her, to overcome any fears I might have had and let her do this, was wonderful. She finished, and we stood. She used her hands to assist in rinsing me off, and I was amazed at how smooth her touch felt on me. I explored my freshly shaved skin, feeling the smoothness for myself. "What do you think?" She asked, a bit nervously. "I like it," I answered truthfully. "It's so smooth." She smiled, her relief plain to see. "It looks bigger," I said. It was her turn to attack one of my insecurities. I wasn't small, and by American standards, I was a little longer than average. But every single man on Earth is insecure to some degree about the size, shape, and appearance of his cock. Just, some more than others. "It's the perfect size for me. I don't need it to be bigger." She put her hands on me again, one around my cock, and the other cupping my balls, this time in a way that was decidedly more sexual. I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply as she continued to fondle me. I trailed a hand down her body and between her legs, teasing her with my fingers. Breaking off our kiss, I said. "I need to be inside of you." Her eyes told me that the need was mutual. She turned around, leaning against the shower wall. She arched her back, sticking her gorgeous ass out towards me, and giving it a little wiggle. I guided my cock into her pussy, sliding in slowly. She let out a satisfied sigh, and pushed back into me, her desire for me to be fully inside her, as great as my own. I had been hard for nearly the whole time since she had returned from her run, and the anticipation had built enough that I knew that I wouldn't last very long. So when I began to fuck her, I did it very slowly. Sometimes I would move as slowly as I could, taking thirty seconds or more to pull my cock out of her until I was almost fully out, before reversing direction and taking another thirty seconds to bottom out again. I loved watching the way her vagina stretched around me. Though it was not as intense of an experience as when I pounded into her as fast and as hard as I could, like we did last night, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She seemed to like it the most when I entered her as slowly as possible, and when I did that again, I could tell that she was getting close to cumming. As I ever so slowly slid into her, she moaned with her impending climax, and I had to use my hands on her hips to keep her from slamming back into me. If she liked this technique enough to cum, I wanted to make her cum with just the one type of motion. As my cock crept ever deeper, her breathing got heavier. When finally I bottomed out and pulled her tightly back onto me, she came. I smiled as her pussy gripped me tightly, and she shuddered uncontrollably. Still twitching from her orgasm, she pulled herself off of me, and spun around, kissing me intensely. I pushed myself against her, and we bumped back into the shower wall. Melissa lifted a leg and wrapped it around my waist, holding me in close. I reached down and guided my cock into her again, and she moaned loudly. Freely losing myself to our shared passion, I began to thrust into her. She had her arms over my shoulders, holding on tightly. Suddenly, she put her full weight down onto my shoulders, then took her other foot off the floor, wrapping it around me. I reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her so she could get a better hold around my waist with her legs. With her legs around me, my hands under her ass, and her back against the wall, she was able to take her weight off my shoulders. She cradled my face in her hands and we stared into each other's eyes as I began to pound into her. I didn't know if it was the angle of my entry or the novelty of the position, but she was almost immediately on the verge of cumming again. As it was last night, the feedback loop of our ecstasy was built with unstoppable quickness, and we both cried out as we came. She squeezed me tightly, almost painfully tightly, with her legs, as her pulsating pussy milked the cum out of me. My legs were burning with the effort of holding her up, so I let her down onto her own slightly wobbly legs. She held on to me to keep herself steady and gazed into my eyes. "How is it possible that we are so good at that?" She asked. I smiled lovingly, feeling the same wonder. "Seriously, every time is better than the last! If you make me cum any harder, I think I'm going to pass out!" We laughed and kissed joyously. The water in the shower had gone lukewarm at some point during our lovemaking, but neither of us had noticed. We both gasped though, when it suddenly turned cold. I was ready to jump out of the shower, but Melissa had me stay, so we could clean off the remains of our sex. She reached between her legs, and I could tell that she was flexing her pelvic floor muscles as she pushed my seed out of her. She brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth, licking it clean. I surprised her by kissing her, and tasting my cum inside her mouth, and felt her smile as we kissed. She had surprised me with that two weeks ago, and though I still found the idea of tasting my seed on my own slightly repulsive, tasting it inside Melissa's mouth was a completely different story. We kissed until it was gone, and she watched me with a smile as I knelt and washed her quickly with the cold water. Once she was clean, I ushered her out of the cold shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped out of the shower, she greeted me by wrapping a towel around me. I grabbed a second towel off the rack and began drying her off. The whole time, we smiled at each other, both almost giddy in our shared experience. It was by far the longest, and most enjoyable, shower of my life. From the washing to the shaving to the amazing sex, it almost seemed like a dream. Looking into Melissa's eyes, I could see that she felt what I felt at that moment. That, just as our sex gets better every time, with every experience we share, in every single moment we are together, our bond grows stronger. When we were both dry, and Melissa had a towel wrapped around her hair, I hugged her. "I love you more than I thought was possible," I whispered. She didn't reply. She didn't need to reply. Her eyes said more than words ever could. Chapter Thirteen. We went to her bedroom, and I pulled a clean pair of underwear out of my backpack. I had them halfway on when I had to stop and watch Melissa. She was putting on her underwear, a very skimpy-looking thong. Its red fabric had a sheen to it, like silk or satin. She saw me watching her, and took up a sexy pose, smiling at me demurely. "Like what you see?" "Oh, yes," I said, walking over to her, and putting a hand on the front of the thong. Satin. I ran my fingers along the smooth string that went around from the front and gave her bare ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands. "I could take you again right now." She giggled and rested her hands on my chest. "I could let you." I was about to kiss her and was seriously intending to follow through on my statement when my stomach rumbled loudly. "Oh, you poor boy, you're starving!" Melissa said. "Yeah, I'm hungry too." She turned, picking up a fuzzy bathrobe and putting it on. I made a disappointed sound when she closed it, tying the chord. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bedroom. "I meant to make you breakfast after my run, but we got... distracted." I chuckled. "Darn." She looked back at me and grinned. Entering the kitchen, as much as the tiny space could be called that, I noticed that she had indeed been intending to cook me breakfast. There was a carton of eggs and a frying pan set out next to the gas stove. "I hope you like your eggs scrambled, because that's the only way how to cook them." "I prefer them scrambled," I said honestly. I smiled as I watched her turn on the stove, and put a pad of butter in the pan. She looked over at me. "Go get dressed. Put on the black pants I asked you to bring. You brought black pants, right?" I nodded, still smiling at her. "What?" She asked with a little self-conscious chuckle. I stepped in and gave her a sweet closed-lip kiss. "You're amazing," I said, then turned to go get dressed. I glanced back as she was opening the egg carton, with a huge smile on her face. Returning to the kitchen fully dressed in a white tee shirt and black pants that honestly were a little tight on me, I saw that the eggs were almost ready. She dished out the contents of the pan onto two plates, handing me the one with the slightly larger share of eggs. To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

Marmita repleta de novedades e inminentes giras para tener en el radar.(Foto del podcast; Billy Tibbals)Playlist;BILLY TIBBALS “Rock’n’Roll kids”DEAD MOON “It’s OK”THE REFLECTORS “Teenage hearts”THE SPITFIRES “The great divide”THE MOLOTOVS “Today’s gonna be our day”VIBEKE SAUGESTAD “2nd Avenue”BRAD MARINO “Voodoo”NICO BONES “Satin doll”RADIOACTIVITY “Time won’t bring me down”CONCRETE BOYS “Everything’s better than you”BEE BEE SEA “Keep it cool”GYASI “Bang bang (runaway)”BLACK LIPS “The illusion part 2”THE ROARING 420’S “Suburbs”LA LUZ “Always in love”Escuchar audio

This is teaching 3 of 4 from the Steel Wool Men's retreat at Camp Pinnacle in Voorheesville, New York October 3-5, 2025.Listen the other teachings:1 - Identity w/ Mat Hauserhttps://youtu.be/p6lQknrtyGY2 - Rest in the Lord w/ Rick Cohenhttps://youtu.be/RmgbEhLUaak4 - What do we need w/ Jeff Staskohttps://youtu.be/ioQ5uInWq9sSave the date for the 2026 retreat: October 3-5th 2026.For more information on the retreat visit: https://ironsheep.org/steelwoolTeaching Notes:Read all of Romans 6Rom 6.1 - Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? Read Rom 5.20-21. God's grace (and free gift through Jesus Christ) covers a multitude of sins. So if we sin MORE, then we actually make the value of Jesus' sacrifice greater… so lets just go crazy. Nope - you're missing the entire point and here it is: Rom 6.2, “we are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer?” - Paul is touching on the main point of the Chapter here, he will explain in more detail.Rom 6.3-4 - Baptism.Baptism is a picture, right? What does it picture? Jesus's death, burial, and resurrection.We go down into the water, which symbolizes Jesus' death and burial.We come up out of the water, which symbolizes Jesus' resurrection. Rom 6.5-7 - death to the old self.Jesus was killed and buried; in doing that, he became our spotless “passover lamb,” (“God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” (2 Cor 5.21). BUT THEN, God raised him from the dead, to be the “first fruits.” The resurrection of Christ is critical! Just as he was raised from the dead, so too will we be raised to eternity in heaven with the Lord. Rom 6.6 - old self was crucified with him? YOU ARE A NEW CREATION. BORN AGAIN!“The body ruled by sin is done away with” - we are no longer slaves to sin.Person testimony - My obsession with pornography started in 7th grade.Slave to sin verses:John 8.34, 2 Peter 2:19, Titus 3.3, Proverbs 5.22 and Ephesians 2.1-2. Satin wants you to stay locked in your chains. Rom 6.7 - Anyone who has died has been set free from sin. Think about that.Rom 6.8-11 - Christ died and was raised from the dead. He can not die again. So too, our old self has died, it's buried. Rom 6.12-14 - DO NOT LET SIN REIGN, DO NOT OFFER ANY PART OF YOURSELF TO SIN AS AN INSTRUMENT OF WICKEDNESS. As Christians, when we accept Christ and are baptized into a new life with him, our old self is reckoned dead. We are no longer going to hell; we have a new destination at our death, and sin no longer has its chains wrapped around us. But SO many of us voluntarily put those chains back on. Kill the old self, put him to death, and embrace the born-again you.Rom 7.14-25. You do not have to be perfect. I am not calling you to that, that's impossible. What I am calling you to do is to publicly declare the old self dead, and do the best you can to not allow that old sinful way of life to control your actions today. So, how did I break the chains that pornography had on me?1. I made a covenant with my wife, to tell her everything and be honest. 2. Rather than focusing on what I ought NOT to do, I focused on learning who God is.Discussion Questions:1. What does someone look like who is a slave to sin? How can you tell? 2. When in your life would you say you were a “slave to sin?”3. How has a person who has physically died been set free from sin?4. How can you, as a born-again believer, be an instrument of wickedness? What does that look like?5. What does it look like to offer yourselves to the Lord as an instrument of righteousness?6. What is a habitual sin that Christ crucified on the cross but you are allowing to still have power in your life? 7. Who has a testimony to share, of a victory over sin, that the Holy Spirit has helped you overcome?

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” 294-Bands With H " ️ Playlist: 1.- H.E.A.T-Disaster. 2.- Hardline-Face The Night. 3.- Hurricanr-I'm On To You (Moni). 4.- Hitten - Mr. Know It All (Roberto Esteban). 5.- Horrorwolf – Werewolf (Zuri). 6.- Halestorm - Darkness Always Win (Joe). 7.- House Of Lords - Slip Of the Tongue. 8.- Heartland-Whenever You Want. 9.- Hollywood Vampires -Mr. Spider (Iñigo). 10.- Higher Ground – Fate (Pedro Barroso). 11.- Harlan Cage -Hard Yellow Line (You Lied To Me) (Roberto Martínez). 12.- Hank Erix -For the Restless and the Young (Acoustic) (Eduardo). 13.- HIM - Join Me In Death(Josep María). 14.- Helloween - Your Turn (Luis Suarez). 15.- Heart 2 Heart - Hold Me (feat Satin). 16.- Honeymoon Suite - Other Side Of Midnight. 17.- Hackers; - Respirar Rock & Roll. 18.- Hamlet-Dulce amor. 19.- Helix - My Kind Of Rock. 20.- Heart - Who Will You Run To. 21.- Harem Scarem - How Long.

In this episode of Nurse Converse, host Ama Mathewos talks with nurse innovator Farida Labaran about her journey co-creating the first satin-lined scrub cap with FIGS. Farida shares how her passion for natural hair, creativity, and nursing came together to design a product that protects hair, boosts confidence, and represents inclusivity in healthcare. From navigating corporate partnerships to drawing on her Ghanaian heritage for design inspiration, she reveals how innovation can be both purposeful and empowering—encouraging nurses and listeners alike to believe in their ideas and create change.>>Nurse Co-Creates FIGS Satin-Lined Scrub Cap That Protects HairJump Ahead to Listen:[00:02:07] Co-creating a scrub cap.[00:04:05] Creating custom scrub caps.[00:09:30] Embracing natural hair confidence.[00:11:49] Confidence and self-care during crisis.[00:19:07] The meaning behind the scrub cap.[00:20:46] Community in healthcare design.[00:25:37] Inclusion in design for minorities.[00:27:39] Healthcare professionals' mental health.[00:31:34] Nurse support and resources.Connect with Ama on LinkedInConnect with Farida on LinkedIn and on social media:Instagram: @reeedz__ @naturalhairbestieTikTok: @reeedz__For more information, full transcript and videos visit Nurse.org/podcastJoin our newsletter at nurse.org/joinInstagram: @nurse_orgTikTok: @nurse.orgFacebook: @nurse.orgYouTube: Nurse.org

Powdered wigs. Satin breeches. Candlelit salons.And of course: sodomy.This week we're swanning back into Georgian England (1714–1837), a century of empire, cholera, imperialism, and very flouncy coats – but also one of the gayest domestic revolutions in history.With special guest Dr. Anthony Delaney (author of Queer Georgians, out today!), we explore the LGBTQIA+ pioneers who didn't just hook up in parks or "molly houses," but built full-fledged homes, lives, and legacies together.Inside this episode:

Children with your phone - what went wrong Can we cremate a rat? Costumes for kids gone wrong Dumbest thing you were doing in the dark Gumtree Game See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

En el año 2012, Chick Corea escribió 'The visitors', una obra para piano y vibráfono que estrenaron Kirill Gerstein y Gary Burton. Ahora se publica en disco la grabación de aquel estreno en el Festival de piano Gilmore. La cantante de origen ruso Masha Campagne firma el disco 'Alegre menina' con canciones como 'Bahia com H', 'Samba carioca', 'Estrada do sol' o 'Cobra criada'. Y escuchamos a la cantante estadounidense Kandace Springs recordando a Billie Holiday en 'Lady in Satin' ('I´m a fool to want you', 'But beautiful', 'The end of a love affair', 'It´s easy to remember'). Abren las guitarras de Paulo Bellinati, Swami Jr y Daniel Murray con 'Duas contas' de Garoto y cierra el piano de Denny Zeitlin con 'I didn´t know what time it was' de Rodgers y Hart'. Escuchar audio

Satin Sheets joins the bFM Breakfast team to chat about thier new album S.WORLD! You can check the album out HERE!

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Jon is the new Davos. Have we ever thought about not burning everyone alive? This human sacrifice is only slightly more fun when we think it's Rattleshirt. Jon is definitely noticing Val, and Satin too. Lightbringer—quote, unquote. Jon and Stannis's relationship status is set to "it's complicated." We're all so excited for never reading all the people burnings George planned for Winds. A Song of Ice and Fire. A Dance with Dragons - Jon III. Close The Door And Come Here - Episode 594

Send us a textThis week we recap the GH Fan Club weekend, talk the end of Willow and Drew and dig into the lack of couples on the show.  40:18 if you want to skip the GHFC Weekend Recap Grateful for any support: buymeacoffee.com/GHSundayShiftNew Merch Store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/sunday_shift_merchFollow us on Instagram at GH_Sunday_Shift

One of the best decisions I ever made was to attend the TCM Classic Film Festival and I've done that for several years. There are thousandsof movie fans who feel the same way. This one-of-a-kind event is as much about the community it draws as it is its films, panels, guests, and welcoming TCM hosts. I have spent many hours at the festival with my guests Aurora Bugallo,who writes the Once Upon A Screen blog  and who is active on social media as CitizenScreen and Karen Burroughs Hannsberry who writes the Shadows and Satin blog, iseditor of the bi-monthly film noir publication the Dark Pages Newsletter and is author of Femme Noir: Bad Girls of Film and Bad Boys: The Actors of Film Noir.We had a lot of laughs and even got a bit emotional reminiscing about the manyways our days together in Hollywood were memorable, heartwarming, and even lifechanging.More about Aurora:https://citizenscreen.tumblr.com/https://www.instagram.com/citizenscreenhttps://aurorasginjoint.com/(Once Upon a Screen)  More about Karen:https://shadowsandsatin.wordpress.com/https://www.allthatnoir.com/  Maureen O'Hara at TCMFF 2014:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3b30uO1dHjo&list=PLA2C9D52AB7280FC5&index=15 

Près de 40 ans après la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, la pièce fleuve de Paul Claudel est adaptée par Eric Ruf et retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  En 1929, l'auteur Paul Claudel publie Le soulier de Satin, un drame d'amour qui se déroule au temps des Conquistadors, entre la fin du XVIè siècle et le début du XVIIè siècle. Construite en «quatre journées», l'auteur narre une histoire d'amour passionnelle, mais impossible, entre Rodrigue et Doña Prouhèze, épouse du gouverneur Don Pélage.  L'origine du Soulier de Satin est biographique. Paul Claudel s'est inspiré de sa propre histoire. Il a été éperdument amoureux d'une femme mariée, Rosalie Vetch dont il a été séparé, mais avec qui il a eu un enfant adultérin. Cet amour, qui aura duré quatre ans, lui a inspiré le personnage de Ysé dans la pièce : Partage de Midi, puis celui de Dona Prouheze.  Dans les années 20, il retrouve cette femme. Il apprend alors qu'il a un enfant. Il a voulu rendre cette histoire, mythique.  Paul Claudel s'est inspiré d'une légende chinoise : celles de ces deux étoiles qui ne se rejoignent jamais, mais qui se croisent dans le ciel. En raison de sa longueur, six, sept, huit heures, voire plus ! — la pièce est rarement jouée.   Elle a été créée pour la première fois à la Comédie Française en 1943 par Jean-Louis Barrault dans un Paris occupé. Puis s'ensuit la version d'Antoine Vitez au Festival d'Avignon en 1987 dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes. Pour cette adaptation, Antoine Vitez prend le parti de couper tout ce qui, dans le texte, était empreint de religion.  Olivier Py a également mis en scène la pièce en 2003 au Théâtre de la Ville.  Dans cette nouvelle mise en scène d'Eric Ruf, administrateur de la Comédie-française jusqu'au 4 août 2025, le spectacle retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  Invités : Didier Sandre, comédien et metteur en scène français. Il interprétait le personnage de Rodrigue dans la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez. Dans cette nouvelle adaptation, il joue le rôle de Don Pelage.  J'ai essayé d'accueillir cette présentation du Soulier pour ce qu'elle est aujourd'hui. Mais en entendant certaines répliques, j'ai des bouffées de temps retrouvé. Didier Sandre  Sefa Yeboah, comédien français. C'est l'une des dernières recrues de la Comédie Française qu'il a rejoint en 2023. Il y est dirigé par Thomas Ostermeier dans L'opéra de quat'sous de Brecht et Weill. Il a interprété Don Apostolo Gazella dans Lucrèce Borgia de Victor Hugo par Denis Podalydès qui lui confie également le rôle de Léandre dans Les Fourberies de Scapin de Molière. Il joue le rôle de l'ange gardien de Doña Prouhèze dans Le Soulier de Satin.  Il y a quelque chose d'accessible presque. Claudel a cette langue qui est magnifique, mais qui peut être très complexe. Eric Ruf a voulu la simplifier, pas la rendre banale, car ce n'est pas possible, mais la rendre audible, la rendre vivante. Sefa Yeboah   Avec aussi le témoignage d'un couple qui a assisté à la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, en 1987. Propos recueillis par Fanny Imbert. Le Soulier de Satin à voir dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des papes jusqu'au 22 juillet 2025. Quelques mots sur Paul Claudel :  Né en 1868, Paul Claudel est un écrivain, dramaturge et diplomate français. Il est le frère de la sculptrice Camille Claudel. Il se convertit eau catholicisme en 1886 et toute son œuvre sera profondément marquée par sa foi. Passé une velléité d'entrer dans les ordres, il entre dans la carrière diplomatique en 1893. Il rencontre Rosalie Vetch avec qui il aura une fille illégitime, Louise. Il entre à l'Académie française en 1946. Paul Claudel est décédé en 1955.  Programmation musicale :  Le groupe occitan Raffut avec le titre «Tout est fragile».

Près de 40 ans après la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, la pièce fleuve de Paul Claudel est adaptée par Eric Ruf et retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  En 1929, l'auteur Paul Claudel publie Le soulier de Satin, un drame d'amour qui se déroule au temps des Conquistadors, entre la fin du XVIè siècle et le début du XVIIè siècle. Construite en «quatre journées», l'auteur narre une histoire d'amour passionnelle, mais impossible, entre Rodrigue et Doña Prouhèze, épouse du gouverneur Don Pélage.  L'origine du Soulier de Satin est biographique. Paul Claudel s'est inspiré de sa propre histoire. Il a été éperdument amoureux d'une femme mariée, Rosalie Vetch dont il a été séparé, mais avec qui il a eu un enfant adultérin. Cet amour, qui aura duré quatre ans, lui a inspiré le personnage de Ysé dans la pièce : Partage de Midi, puis celui de Dona Prouheze.  Dans les années 20, il retrouve cette femme. Il apprend alors qu'il a un enfant. Il a voulu rendre cette histoire, mythique.  Paul Claudel s'est inspiré d'une légende chinoise : celles de ces deux étoiles qui ne se rejoignent jamais, mais qui se croisent dans le ciel. En raison de sa longueur, six, sept, huit heures, voire plus ! — la pièce est rarement jouée.   Elle a été créée pour la première fois à la Comédie Française en 1943 par Jean-Louis Barrault dans un Paris occupé. Puis s'ensuit la version d'Antoine Vitez au Festival d'Avignon en 1987 dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes. Pour cette adaptation, Antoine Vitez prend le parti de couper tout ce qui, dans le texte, était empreint de religion.  Olivier Py a également mis en scène la pièce en 2003 au Théâtre de la Ville.  Dans cette nouvelle mise en scène d'Eric Ruf, administrateur de la Comédie-française jusqu'au 4 août 2025, le spectacle retrouve la Cour d'honneur du Palais des Papes.  Invités : Didier Sandre, comédien et metteur en scène français. Il interprétait le personnage de Rodrigue dans la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez. Dans cette nouvelle adaptation, il joue le rôle de Don Pelage.  J'ai essayé d'accueillir cette présentation du Soulier pour ce qu'elle est aujourd'hui. Mais en entendant certaines répliques, j'ai des bouffées de temps retrouvé. Didier Sandre  Sefa Yeboah, comédien français. C'est l'une des dernières recrues de la Comédie Française qu'il a rejoint en 2023. Il y est dirigé par Thomas Ostermeier dans L'opéra de quat'sous de Brecht et Weill. Il a interprété Don Apostolo Gazella dans Lucrèce Borgia de Victor Hugo par Denis Podalydès qui lui confie également le rôle de Léandre dans Les Fourberies de Scapin de Molière. Il joue le rôle de l'ange gardien de Doña Prouhèze dans Le Soulier de Satin.  Il y a quelque chose d'accessible presque. Claudel a cette langue qui est magnifique, mais qui peut être très complexe. Eric Ruf a voulu la simplifier, pas la rendre banale, car ce n'est pas possible, mais la rendre audible, la rendre vivante. Sefa Yeboah   Avec aussi le témoignage d'un couple qui a assisté à la mise en scène d'Antoine Vitez, en 1987. Propos recueillis par Fanny Imbert. Le Soulier de Satin à voir dans la Cour d'honneur du Palais des papes jusqu'au 22 juillet 2025. Quelques mots sur Paul Claudel :  Né en 1868, Paul Claudel est un écrivain, dramaturge et diplomate français. Il est le frère de la sculptrice Camille Claudel. Il se convertit eau catholicisme en 1886 et toute son œuvre sera profondément marquée par sa foi. Passé une velléité d'entrer dans les ordres, il entre dans la carrière diplomatique en 1893. Il rencontre Rosalie Vetch avec qui il aura une fille illégitime, Louise. Il entre à l'Académie française en 1946. Paul Claudel est décédé en 1955.  Programmation musicale :  Le groupe occitan Raffut avec le titre «Tout est fragile».

Sal Licata and former Mets teammate Josh Satin sit down for a candid and "fiery" discussion about David Wright, the beloved Mets captain. Satin, a close friend of Wright, shares never-before-heard anecdotes, including a surprising subway pickup and a hilarious road rage encounter, offering an intimate look at Wright's character both on and off the field. The conversation delves into what made Wright a unique leader, his struggles with Citi Field's dimensions, and how his unwavering dedication impacted teammates. Satin also reflects on his own Mets career, highlighting the mental challenges of being a pinch-hitter and the tough decision to retire from baseball. This exchange provides a raw and engaging perspective on a Mets icon through the eyes of someone who truly knew him.

Sal Licata and former Mets teammate Josh Satin sit down for a candid and "fiery" discussion about David Wright, the beloved Mets captain. Satin, a close friend of Wright, shares never-before-heard anecdotes, including a surprising subway pickup and a hilarious road rage encounter, offering an intimate look at Wright's character both on and off the field. The conversation delves into what made Wright a unique leader, his struggles with Citi Field's dimensions, and how his unwavering dedication impacted teammates. Satin also reflects on his own Mets career, highlighting the mental challenges of being a pinch-hitter and the tough decision to retire from baseball. This exchange provides a raw and engaging perspective on a Mets icon through the eyes of someone who truly knew him.

Sal Licata sits down with former Mets infielder Josh Satin to pull back the curtain on his close friendship and playing alongside David Wright, the Mets' Captain whose number is being retired. Satin, known for his directness, shares intimate anecdotes, from Wright's unexpected subway pickup to the road rage incident that revealed the Captain's true city influence. They delve into Wright's unparalleled leadership, his intense dedication even in the late innings of a season, and the mental toll Citi Field took on hitters like Wright and Jason Bay. Satin also opens up about his own playing career, the challenges of a utility role, and his post-baseball life, all while offering insights into the current Mets squad and the future of young talents like Mark Vientos. Get ready for a candid, fiery discussion that honors a Mets legend and offers a rare glimpse into the dynamics of a major league clubhouse.

La cantante de Nashville, Tennessee, Kandace Springs recuerda a la gran Billie Holiday con las canciones del disco 'Lady in satin' que Lady Day grabó en 1958: 'You´ve changed', 'You don´t know what love is', 'I´m a fool to want you', 'But beautiful', 'For heaven´s sake', 'The end of a love affair', 'Violets for your furs'... El pianista Giovanni Ceccarelli y el bajista Ferruccio Spinetti rinden homenaje al compositor Michel Legrand en el disco 'Le grand Michel' con composiciones del músico francés tan conocidas como 'The summer knows', 'La valse des lilas' (Once upon a summertime'), 'La chanson de Maxence' (You must believe in spring) -con la voz de Chiara Civello-, 'Chanson des jumelles', 'What are you doing the rest of your life' -con la voz de Camille Bertault- o 'The windmills of your mind'. -con la voz de Cristina Renzzetti-.Escuchar audio

A midtempo collection of music that I like. A touch of soul, a whisper of rhythm. I do not own any of the music. IG: libovantyi IG: MDTMPDSM Facebook: MDTMPDSM

durée : 00:23:06 - L'invité de 8h20 : le grand entretien - par : Amélie Perrier - Éric Ruf, administrateur général de la Comédie-Française, était l'invité de France Inter ce mercredi. Sa mise en scène du "Soulier de Satin" est représentée à Avignon du 19 au 25 juillet. - invités : Eric Ruf - Éric Ruf : Comédien, metteur en scène et scénographe français Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:23:06 - L'invité de 8h20 : le grand entretien - par : Amélie Perrier - Éric Ruf, administrateur général de la Comédie-Française, était l'invité de France Inter ce mercredi. Sa mise en scène du "Soulier de Satin" est représentée à Avignon du 19 au 25 juillet. - invités : Eric Ruf - Éric Ruf : Comédien, metteur en scène et scénographe français Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:37:46 - France Culture va plus loin (l'Invité(e) des Matins d'été) - par : Astrid de Villaines, Stéphanie Villeneuve, Sarah Masson - Après 11 ans en tant qu'administrateur général, l'acteur, metteur en scène, scénographe et sociétaire honoraire de la Troupe Éric Ruf quitte la Comédie-Française le 4 août 2025. Sa dernière mise en scène, "Le Soulier de satin", marque la fin d'un long mandat et d'une grande carrière. - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Éric Ruf Comédien, metteur en scène et scénographe français; Louise Loubrieu Réalisatrice radiophonique; Oriane Delacroix Collaboratrice à France Culture

durée : 01:56:37 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Quatrième journée

durée : 01:56:37 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Quatrième journée

durée : 00:08:09 - Nouvelles têtes - par : Mathilde Serrell - Édith Proust, pensionnaire à la Comédie-Française, s'attaque à l'Everest théâtral de Paul Claudel : "Le Soulier de satin", présenté à Avignon du 19 au 25 juillet. Elle y incarne Doña Musique, personnage aussi mystérieux qu'optimiste. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 01:57:02 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Deuxième et troisième journée

durée : 01:57:02 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Deuxième et troisième journée

Hiam Abbas et Jean-Baptiste Sastre dirigent une trentaine de jeunes comédiens et comédiennes dans L'écriture ou la vie, un projet franco-allemand, adapté du livre de Jorge Semprún.  Témoigner de l'expérience des camps de concentration et d'extermination nazis : Jorge Semprún le fait en 1994 avec l'Écriture ou la vie, près de quarante ans après la libération des camps. Le premier titre du livre à l'origine était «L'écriture ou la mort», l'idée de l'écriture de ce livre lui apparait en 1987, le jour de la mort de Primo Levi. Un texte pour raconter l'impératif de la mémoire, pour ne pas oublier. C'est aussi un appel à la puissance de la vie.  Qui témoigne aujourd'hui ? Qui va pouvoir parler ? Qui de mieux que la jeunesse ?  Jean-Baptiste SASTRE Dans cette mise en scène, les metteurs en scène ont confié le texte à trente jeunes comédiens, français et allemands, qui n'avaient jamais fait de théâtre. Le spectacle a été créé à Avignon il y a deux ans et a également été joué sur les lieux mêmes de la déportation, à Buchenwald. La première chose qu'on dit à ces jeunes qui jouent, c'est "Mettez de la vie dedans!", c'est ce que voulait Jorge Semprún.  Hiam Abbas   Le spectacle est raconté en deux langues : en allemand et en français. Il était important de mettre en avant les deux langues : Jorge Semprún était parfaitement germanophone et c'est peut-être ce qu'il lui a permis de rester en vie.  Jorge Semprún (1923-2011) était un écrivain, intellectuel, résistant et homme politique espagnol. Il est né à Madrid et a fui la guerre civile espagnole. Résistant pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, il est déporté à Buchenwald en septembre 943. Après la libération et la guerre, il milite au sein du Parti Communiste espagnol qu'il quitte en 1964. Il devient ministre de la Culture en Espagne de 1988 à 1991. Il a consacré une grande partie de son œuvre à la mémoire, à ses mois passés dans le camp de Buchenwald mais aussi à son engagement pour lutter contre les régimes totalitaires.  Je suis emprisonné, car je suis un homme libre  Jorge Sempun  À écouter aussiAnniversaire de la libération du camp de Buchenwald   Parmi ses œuvres, figurent  :  - Le grand voyage  - L'écriture ou la vie  - Quel beau dimanche !   Invités :  - Hiam Abbas est une comédienne, photographe et metteuse en scène franco-israélo-palestinienne. Elle a joué dans des films tels que Satin rouge, Les Citronniers, La fiancée syrienne...  - Jean-Baptiste Sastre est un comédien et metteur en scène français de théâtre. Il a mis en scène des auteurs tels que Marguerite Duras, Jean Genet ou encore Marivaux.  Ils ont mis en scène l'écriture ou la vie qu'on peut voir au Théâtre du Soleil à la Cartoucherie jusqu'au 22 juin.  Programmation musicale : Les artistes Felhur x Andro avec le titre Bref.

Hiam Abbas et Jean-Baptiste Sastre dirigent une trentaine de jeunes comédiens et comédiennes dans L'écriture ou la vie, un projet franco-allemand, adapté du livre de Jorge Semprún.  Témoigner de l'expérience des camps de concentration et d'extermination nazis : Jorge Semprún le fait en 1994 avec l'Écriture ou la vie, près de quarante ans après la libération des camps. Le premier titre du livre à l'origine était «L'écriture ou la mort», l'idée de l'écriture de ce livre lui apparait en 1987, le jour de la mort de Primo Levi. Un texte pour raconter l'impératif de la mémoire, pour ne pas oublier. C'est aussi un appel à la puissance de la vie.  Qui témoigne aujourd'hui ? Qui va pouvoir parler ? Qui de mieux que la jeunesse ?  Jean-Baptiste SASTRE Dans cette mise en scène, les metteurs en scène ont confié le texte à trente jeunes comédiens, français et allemands, qui n'avaient jamais fait de théâtre. Le spectacle a été créé à Avignon il y a deux ans et a également été joué sur les lieux mêmes de la déportation, à Buchenwald. La première chose qu'on dit à ces jeunes qui jouent, c'est "Mettez de la vie dedans!", c'est ce que voulait Jorge Semprún.  Hiam Abbas   Le spectacle est raconté en deux langues : en allemand et en français. Il était important de mettre en avant les deux langues : Jorge Semprún était parfaitement germanophone et c'est peut-être ce qu'il lui a permis de rester en vie.  Jorge Semprún (1923-2011) était un écrivain, intellectuel, résistant et homme politique espagnol. Il est né à Madrid et a fui la guerre civile espagnole. Résistant pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, il est déporté à Buchenwald en septembre 943. Après la libération et la guerre, il milite au sein du Parti Communiste espagnol qu'il quitte en 1964. Il devient ministre de la Culture en Espagne de 1988 à 1991. Il a consacré une grande partie de son œuvre à la mémoire, à ses mois passés dans le camp de Buchenwald mais aussi à son engagement pour lutter contre les régimes totalitaires.  Je suis emprisonné, car je suis un homme libre  Jorge Sempun  À écouter aussiAnniversaire de la libération du camp de Buchenwald   Parmi ses œuvres, figurent  :  - Le grand voyage  - L'écriture ou la vie  - Quel beau dimanche !   Invités :  - Hiam Abbas est une comédienne, photographe et metteuse en scène franco-israélo-palestinienne. Elle a joué dans des films tels que Satin rouge, Les Citronniers, La fiancée syrienne...  - Jean-Baptiste Sastre est un comédien et metteur en scène français de théâtre. Il a mis en scène des auteurs tels que Marguerite Duras, Jean Genet ou encore Marivaux.  Ils ont mis en scène l'écriture ou la vie qu'on peut voir au Théâtre du Soleil à la Cartoucherie jusqu'au 22 juin.  Programmation musicale : Les artistes Felhur x Andro avec le titre Bref.

Join Anupam Gupta on Paisa Vaisa for a masterclass on the future of Indian finance! Dr. HP Singh, CMD of Satin Creditcare, offers rapid-fire insights into microfinance, rural banking, and FinTech innovation. Discover how Satin, a leading NBFC, drives financial inclusion via digital lending, leveraging Aadhaar Iris verification and AI in finance for robust risk management and last-mile delivery. Dr. Singh dissects the microcredit market, tackling NPA challenges and showcasing Satin's superior asset quality. Learn about structured finance in emerging markets, MSME growth, and the strategic pivot to rural housing finance. Essential for investors, FinTech startups, digital payments enthusiasts, and anyone interested in India's economic outlook, sustainable finance, and financial wellness. Key Topics Covered: ✅ Microfinance & FinTech: Digital lending, AI, financial inclusion. ✅ Microcredit Insights: NPA, asset quality, rural housing. ✅ India's Finance Growth: MSMEs, structured finance, wellness. Get in touch with our host Anupam Gupta on social media: Twitter: ( https://twitter.com/b50 ) Instagram: ( https://www.instagram.com/b_50/ ) LinkedIn: (https://www.linkedin.com/in/anupam9gupta/ ) You can listen to this show and other awesome shows on the IVM Podcasts website at https://www.ivmpodcasts.com/ You can watch the full video episodes of PaisaVaisapodcast on the YouTube channel. Do follow IVM Podcasts on social media. We are @ivmpodcasts on Facebook, Twitter, & InstagramSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

durée : 01:57:33 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Première et deuxième journée

durée : 01:57:33 - Fictions / Théâtre et Cie - Première et deuxième journée

This week, Peter interviews a romance novel author.  Interview Hour is a completely improvised podcast, created and preformed by Lauren Morrell and Peter Narby. Follow us: Instagram Reach out to us: deadwithbenefitspod@gmail.com  

BashTech Radio 78 with Materielle Bio: Materielle is a Los Angeles-based techno artist whose deep, dub-driven sound draws heavily from the rhythmic syncopations and atmospheric textures of 90s Detroit techno. Fusing elements of heavy, hypnotic basslines with intricate patterns and immersive reverb, Materielle's music taps into the raw energy and experimental edge of underground techno, with an emphasis on subtle detail and emotional depth. A self-taught producer with a decade-long career in music technology, Materielle has cultivated a distinctive sonic palette shaped by the teachings of pioneering artists like Rødhåd, Claudio PRC, and Richie Hawtin. The project's name, Materielle, is inspired by the delicate art of weaving—an analogy for the artist's approach to music, where sound is crafted through layers and textures, much like fabrics are woven together to create something new. Since 2019, Materielle has honed her craft as a DJ, transitioning seamlessly into production with her track singles, Satin and Organza on Delusional Records and the release of her debut EP, Fabrique on Northern Parallels. The EP, which features the tracks Nylon and Neoprene, with remixes from Mike Derer and Raytek, has garnered attention for its unique blend of hypnotic grooves and emotionally charged atmospherics. Materielle's recent release, a remix of Orly Gal's track, The Man Without a Face, was chosen by Beatport for their November 2024 Techno Shortlist (peak/driving), further solidifying her growing presence in the techno scene. In early 2025, she contributed the track Kevlar to the Synthetik Minds VA Compilation, a benefit release supporting Los Angeles fire relief efforts. The compilation features a lineup of major artists from across the global techno scene, underscoring Materielle's commitment to both artistic collaboration and community impact. Through her work, Materielle invites listeners to immerse themselves in a world of intricate sound design, where the boundaries between space and rhythm blur, creating a meditative yet driving experience. With an approach rooted in both technology and art, Materielle continues to explore the intersection of sound, texture, and human emotion within the ever-evolving techno landscape. Materielle has played LA Compound, Re/Form, SXTCY, Bang Bang SD, Techno Taco Tuesday Las Vegas, and various LA undergrounds. She has supported Daria Kolosova, Ryan Elliott, Lindsey Herbert, Annika Wolfe, and Nur Jaber. Follow Materielle: https://soundcloud.com/materielle_music https://www.instagram.com/materielle https://ra.co/dj/materielle https://linktr.ee/materielle Tracklist: Aerae - Nyx Mystica (Original Mix) Hitam - Ventress (Original Mix) Dasha Rush - Morphingeist (Original Mix) kurir - FLICT (Original Mix) Raffaele - Attanasio Ulisse (Original Mix) vanpana - Airplane Mode (Original Mix) Svedstorm - Kicks and Biscuits (Original Mix) ERR0 - Dicotomia (Original Mix) Yoikol - Neon Pulse Reverie (Original Mix) OFF / GRID - Looping Louie (Original Mix) Mython, Karenz - Backup (Original Mix) Antic Soul - Invigorate (Original Mix) Obscure Shape & Frenzy - Instinct (Volpe Remix) Phil Berg - Will O Wisp (Original Mix) EMan - Kapara (Original Mix) Angioma - Unexpected meeting (Original Mix) Tascamboy - Recover (Original Mix) Persohna - Spin (Original Mix) Jelena - Bleep Me, Bleep Me Good (Original Mix) Dustin Zahn, Marcal - Charger (Original Mix) Ø [Phase] - Subtext (Original Mix) Stefan Vincent - Lingua Franca (Original Mix) Vakat - Circular Nørbak - Amigo (feat. Temudo) Stephen Brown - The 5

durée : 00:48:11 - La 20e heure - par : Eva Bester - Eric Ruf quitte bientôt l'administration de la Comédie Française mais pas le théâtre. Il signe une mise en scène festive et sensuelle de la pièce monumentale "Le Soulier de Satin". Rideau. - invités : Eric Ruf - Eric Ruf : Comédien, metteur en scène et scénographe, sociétaire honoraire et administrateur général de la Comédie Française - réalisé par : Lola COSTANTINI

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A special Delaware episode. Chris Haug from Delaware Music History Archive joins the crew to discuss the DMHA and local cassette tapes. Sounds from Woz, Toxic Holocaust, MC Iziah, Silk & Satin, Union, Clevinger, Network 34, Boysetsfire, High Karate, Infection, King Crimson (a live recording from Wilmington, DE in 1972), and Batz Without Flesh.

A special Delaware episode. Chris Haug from Delaware Music History Archive joins the crew to discuss the DMHA and local cassette tapes. Sounds from Woz, Toxic Holocaust, MC Iziah, Silk & Satin, Union, Clevinger, Network 34, Boysetsfire, High Karate, Infection, King Crimson (a live recording from Wilmington, DE in 1972), and Batz Without Flesh.

durée : 00:07:19 - "Le soulier de Satin" de Paul Claudel, par Eric Ruf

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