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Craig Unger reveals that Bill Casey operated through the Safari Club, an off-the-books intelligence group. Casey utilized Iranian arms dealers, the Hashim brothers, who were secretly double agents working for him since the mid-1970s. Casey's best friend, John Shaheen, acted as the crucial cutout, meeting with arms dealers to shield Casey from media scrutiny. Further investigation confirmed that key source Ari Ben Mashi worked directly for Israeli military intelligence, Aman. This solidified the existence of a secret arms channel flowing from Israel to Iran, a fact Israel wanted hidden because it showed they participated in sabotaging an American presidential election. Guest: Craig Unger.

Most people think sugar is the worst carb — but there's one “healthy” carb that's even more dangerous. In this episode, Ben Azadi reveals how whole-grain wheat bread, often labeled as “heart-healthy,” secretly shuts off your fat-burning hormones, causes insulin resistance, and keeps you inflamed — especially after 40. You'll learn how this common food spikes your glucose just like candy, blocks your metabolism for hours, and fuels hormone imbalances like leptin resistance, thyroid slowdown, and estrogen dominance. Ben shares real data from his glucose monitor experiment and explains why removing wheat products for just 14 days can dramatically boost energy, improve sleep, and restart fat burning. You'll also discover the best carb alternatives — sweet potatoes, cooled white rice, and root vegetables — plus how to download his free 7-Day Fat Loss Protocol to finally heal your metabolism and reclaim your energy.

Today, we're diving into the power of the beliefs and how they are secretly sabotaging your ability to make more money and achieve your goals. Discover the science behind what truly determines whether you live a life of ease and abundance—or one filled with struggle and stress. By best selling author James N. Uberti Book Magnetic Habits. Best Selling Book to Change Your Beliefs:

This episode was sponsored by Nation One Mortgage LightSpeed VT: https://www.lightspeedvt.com/ Dropping Bombs Podcast: https://www.droppingbombs.com/ "Most people want to avoid the fire.. I walk straight into it." Dropping Bombs welcomes Phil Crescenzo, the mortgage guy builders and realtors call when deals are on life support. With 25+ years of experience, Phil is renowned as the expert who saves deals others abandon, helping builders meet quotas and families secure their dream homes. He exposes broken industry "norms," showing how a small raise or credit tweak can turn a $350K denial into a $600K approval. You'll hear how he turned ditch-digging into discipline, survived the housing crashes, and built a team that trains underdogs into six-figure killers. If you're a buyer, builder, or agent sick of excuses, this conversation proves why Phil's phone rings when nobody else can close. Tap in to rethink everything you thought you knew about lending—and take action before your deal dies.

Send us a textTonight we welcome back to the show Gary Wayne, author of The Genesis 6 Conspiracy: How Secret Societies and the Descendants of Giants Plan to Enslave Mankind and The Genesis 6 Conspiracy Part II: How Understanding Prehistory And Giants Helps Define End-Time Prophecy, details the role of modern-day Nephilim in Satan's plan to install the Antichrist at the End of Days. What Gary Wayne's 40 years of research uncovered will amaze you. Website:https://genesis6conspiracy.com/ Twitter/X: https://x.com/GaryWay89476552Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gary.wayne.820678Facebook Group: Gary Wayne And The Genesis 6 Conspiracy. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1434635263263359SUPPORT THE SHOWBuy Me A Coffee http://buymeacoffee.com/DangerousinfopodcastSubscribeStar http://bit.ly/42Y0qM8Super Chat Tip https://bit.ly/42W7iZHBuzzsprout https://bit.ly/3m50hFTPaypal http://bit.ly/3Gv3ZjpPatreon http://bit.ly/3G3Visit our affiliate, GrubTerra to get 20% off your next order of pet treats: https://bit.ly/436YLVZ SMART is the acronym that was created by technocrats that have setup the "internet of things" that will eventually enslave humanity to their needs. Support the showConnectWebsite https://www.dangerousinfopodcast.com/Discord chatroom: https://discord.gg/8feGHQQmwgEmail the show dangerousinfopodcast@protonmail.comJoin mailing list http://bit.ly/3Kku5Yt GrubTerra Pet Treats https://bit.ly/436YLVZ Watch LiveYouTube https://www.youtube.com/@DANGEROUSINFOPODCASTRumble https://bit.ly/4q1Mg7Z Twitch https://www.twitch.tv/dangerousinfopodcastPilled.net https://pilled.net/profile/144176Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DangerousInfoPodcast/ Socials Instagram https://www.instagram.com/dangerousinfo/Twitter https://twitter.com/jaymz_jesseYouTube https://bit.ly/436VExnFacebook https://bit.ly/4gZbjVa Send stuff: Jesse Jaymz, PO Box 541, Clarkston, MI 48347

Are you a Highly Sensitive Person under stress? Find out—take the free test at https://trueinnerfreedom.com/ Are you feeling smothered in your relationship—but don't want to hurt anyone by asking for space? If you're a highly sensitive person (HSP), needing more space isn't selfish—it's essential. In this episode of Stress Management for Highly Sensitive People, Todd Smith explores why HSPs often feel overwhelmed even in loving relationships and how that pressure can quietly build into resentment, loss of self, and emotional exhaustion. In this episode, you'll learn: How to recognize the three subtle but powerful signs that you're craving more space in your relationship. Why HSPs are wired to need deeper emotional breathing room—and how ignoring that can silently erode your connection. Practical, compassionate strategies to create healthy space in your relationship without pulling away or hurting your partner. Listen now to reclaim your sense of self—and reconnect with your partner from a place of strength and inner peace.   Todd Smith, founder of True Inner Freedom Dreaming of a stress-free, balanced life? Visit trueinnerfreedom.com and complete the HSP Stress Survey. Gain clarity on your stress triggers and enjoy a free 15-minute Inner Freedom Call designed to guide you toward lasting inner peace and fulfillment. Are you a highly sensitive person (HSP) or someone who identifies as hypersensitive or neurodivergent? This podcast is dedicated to helping highly sensitive people (HSPs) navigate overwhelm and stress by using The Work of Byron Katie—a powerful method for questioning stressful thoughts and finding true inner freedom. We dive deep into stress management strategies, coping with stress, and stress relief methods specifically tailored for HSPs. Learn how to manage emotions, especially negative ones, and explore effective stress reduction techniques that go beyond the surface to address the root causes of anxiety and pressure. Whether you're interested in learning how to lower stress, handle stress and pressure, or reduce stress through practical techniques, we provide insights and support based on The Work of Byron Katie. Discover how this transformative approach can help you decrease stress, find inner peace, and create balance in your life. Join us to learn about various coping strategies for stress, all designed to support HSPs in their journey toward emotional well-being.

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The Time Riders: Part 6 An Orgy In Imperial Rome. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Another Time Excursion. "How's your head?" Becky asked as they walked down the hallway, gazing in wonder at the ornate mosaic that covered the floor and stretched ahead of them. The walls, no doubt made of brick, were covered in plaster, upon which colorful (and often erotic) frescoes were painted. While the clothing she was wearing in theory resembled the stola and other clothes worn by Roman women, hers was considerably abbreviated, if not downright scandalous. The white garment hung off her sensual curves, spilling away from her voluptuous tits, which could be seen through the mostly diaphanous material. Gold bracelets and bangles adorned her arms and a thin gold chain with tiny jewels sat on her ankle. She was wearing her golden-blonde hair up atop her head, but playful wisps and curls hung down in places, giving it a sassy and almost playful look. A gold-colored belt cinched in at her tiny waist, making her bust look even bigger. Mark grimaced and lightly thumped the heel of his palm against the side of his head, as if trying to jar his brain loose. "It kinda hurts, to be honest, like a buzzing headache," he muttered, waiting for his eye to stop twitching. "Who'd have thought getting advanced cybernetics installed in your noggin would hurt?" "Oh, come now, you're hardly Steve Austin," Becky chided, smiling at his outfit while they walked. "It was just a little bio-chip installed into your Broca's area to help you get by quickly with the whole language thing." "Well, if Latin is supposed to sound like the white noise on a grandpa TV combined with a mosquito buzzing in your ear, then it's working," Mark groused, wiggling his jaw to see if opening up his ear canals helped at all in getting rid of this unwelcome phenomenon. "How long did they say it usually lasted?" "Just an hour," Becky replied, stopping and fiddling with Mark's tunic, adjusting it to show off his handsome physique to best effect. The simple leather belt hung loosely on his small waist, more for contrast than anything. He was wearing very simple sandals on his feet. She hadn't had to do very much to his dark hair to achieve the look she wanted, merely tousling it after rubbing in a little olive oil, making it wavy and pleasing to look at. "Should stop any time now." And as if acceding to the lovely woman's request, the buzzing and throbbing stopped suddenly. Mark's eyes widened slightly at the sudden quiet inside his cranial grape. Becky saw his expression change and smiled, knowing what had happened. "Hmm," she purred, tracing a finger down his form and over his cock beneath his period clothes. "Estne volumen in tunica, an solum tibi libet me videre?" Mark grinned, understanding what she had said. "Ego sum laetus video vidi te!" he replied readily. "Well, I know you're happy to see these;” Becky whispered, leaning close and using a finger to tug down the edge of her barely-there clothing and exposing her tit to him, the pink nipples begging for his attention. "But;” she said, replacing the clothing and standing up again, "; we're here to take part in a Roman orgy, so we'd best get moving now that you're feeling better." Mark exhaled, composing himself after her tease, and nodded. "All right. So what's the drill again?" "Your name is Bonosus," Becky instructed, touching up his outfit again. "You're a slave from Spain, meaning that you have no rights. But don't worry, I own you, and I am very specific about who can do what with you." "So, no guy is gonna try and fuck me in the ass, right?" Mark asked somewhat nervously, smiling. Becky smiled: "Pity you won't try it, you might like it. However, no, I'll simply explain that you're off-limits to men, because you're being saved for my uncle, who is away on the German border. Me, I'm a patrician woman, visiting Rome, and I'm looking for a good time. My name is Aurora. If you really need my attention and are worried about speaking in Latin, we'll speak in English, quietly. Got it?" "Okay, what should I expect?" he queried. "I did a little research, looking for who had a reputation for throwing orgies and parties that tended to bring out the morals police," she answered, adjusting her own outfit now. Neither of them was wearing undergarments, and if the light caught the bottom portion of her so-called dress just right, Mark could see her cunt. "This villa is far enough on the outskirts of Rome that we're very unlikely to get a visit." She leaned back against the wall, smiling saucily as she drew him into her, their pelvises pressing together as she looked up at him. "So we're going to go in there, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck, with anyone and everyone we choose," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck every single girl that catches your fancy, Mark. Those anacept pills we took will cover us against all known transmitted diseases for a week, and they make us temporarily infertile. No consequences. And the tiny tabs on our skin will keep our libidos from flagging for a whole day." "That sounds great," he agreed, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Really great." "Mark, I am going to behave like I haven't since my wildest nights in college," Becky said softly, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair as she looked up into his eyes. He could feel her breathing getting heavy. She was really turned on by what they were about to do. "Are you sure you're prepared to see me like that?" Mark nodded: "I don't own you, Becks. We're time travel partners, and damned good ones. It's not like we're in love. Do what you like, I promise, it's fine." "Hmm, just when I thought you couldn't get more attractive;” she purred, pulling him in for a deep kiss while they leaned against the wall. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. "Do' you remember where all our supplies are, in case things happen to go south?" Mark nodded again. "Back in the little vestibule near the servants' rooms. I remember. Now let's do this; Mistress Aurora." "God, I could get used to hearing that," Becky sighed, shivering as she straightened up and prepared herself. "Remember; lots of drinking, eating, music, dancing and fucking. Do whatever the Hell feels good tonight, Mark, this is a real Roman orgy." She took him by the hand and smiled wickedly. "Now let's go get 'em, tiger;” Mark was laughing and drinking wine from a silver goblet, while watching a group of slave girls dance in the middle of the floor. The girls, who were clearly from all around the Empire, were whirling and cavorting about while drums and cymbals clashed out a rhythmic beat for them to follow. They wore sheer material draping down from their waists between their legs, and nothing else. Their tits bounced and jiggled about as they twirled about one another, letting out sensuous calls on occasion. The hosts of the day's festivities, a patrician man named Flavius and his lovely wife Pompeneia, were very wealthy, and they owned over five hundred slaves, spread out among three separate properties spaced around the capital. Mark had even heard tell that they owned land in Egypt and Byzantium. Wealthy indeed. There were nearly fifty proper guests, excluding slaves and attendants, so the place was fairly bustling with people. Patricians, plebeians, freedmen, freedwomen and slaves, all were to enjoy themselves tonight. And all at the request of the guest of honor, the stunning Aurora of the fabled Horatius family. Mark pried his eyes away from the dancing girls long enough to look around for his 'mistress'. He finally espied her, lying stretched out on a lectus, along with their hostess, Pompeneia, hungrily swallowing one another's tongue while they groped each other. Against all odds, 'Aurora' still had her clothes on, although only barely. Mistress Horatia Aurora had, as guest of honor, requested that in the name of the goddess Feronia, that the slaves be allowed to celebrate tonight as well, free of consequence, as long as they also performed their assigned duties. If not actively seeing to an assignment, they were allowed to sit, although they had to accede their seat to anyone of a higher station who needed it. They would also still oblige guests who wished to be serviced by the slave in question, and the Flavius household's slaves were all available to anyone who attended. Mark looked back at the dance now, seeing that it was winding down, with the girls letting out calls that there supposed to represent cranes or herons crying out for mates. That was an invitation for anyone inclined to come and take them once the dance had ended. They all fell still in various poses as the drums and cymbals stopped and the room erupted in applause and cheers for their efforts. Mark smiled as one bronze-skinned beauty on the floor caught his eye. As the dancers dispersed into the crowd, she slowly walked over to him, her deep hazel eyes liquid with passion. Mark greeted her with a cup of wine, offering it to her. "I thank you," she said in a heavy accent, her Latin speech seeming formal. "Tonight is a special night indeed, is it not?" Mark paused for a half second as the tiny chip in his brain listened to what she was saying and translated it for him. Weirder still, it translated what she was saying in her voice, but in English. Her English voice sounded quite amazing to him, and he felt a stirring in his loins as he gazed at her body. He thought of how to respond, the translation coming to him readily, in his voice, so that he knew how to sound when he said it. This technology blew his mind, somewhat literally. "Yeah," he replied in Latin, nodding as he clinked his silver goblet against hers. "I am enjoying it. You dance very well." "I have to," she replied, using two hands to bring the goblet up to her lips and sipping from it, as if she'd never had wine before. Hell, maybe she hadn't for all he knew. "If a dancer does not dance well in the Flavius household, demotion to some other task, probably much more horrible, awaits them. I need to be a good dancer, if I am to keep my coveted position." "I'm sure your masters have many coveted positions where you're concerned," Mark quipped, smirking. The girl blushed and giggled, taking another sip of her wine and looked at him. "You are slave to the Mistress Aurora, yes?" Mark nodded: "I am." "What is it like to be her slave?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. Mark was the tallest person in the room, and it wasn't going unnoticed. Becky was certainly the tallest woman, but he'd heard her jest about having German barbarians in her ancestry. Everyone laughed it off, and the party continued. Mark considered for a moment before answering. "Well, I like it a lot. Sure beats the life I was living before I became her slave." "Are you her only slave?" queried the girl, clearly more than a little intrigued. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that every time he wasn't speaking, Mark's eyes went down to her tits. They weren't as big as Becky's by any means, but they were still very nice, her soft light brown skin capped with darker brown aureoles and pronounced nipples. "Well, no," he lied, thinking on his feet. He hadn't really expected any questions along this line and would have to tell Becky whatever he said, so they could coordinate their stories if the matter came up. "I'm not really any good at counting, but there's always a lot of us around." "What do you do for her?" Shit, better make this simple but good; he thought to himself. "I'm her personal servant. I do all the most personal and intimate things for her. I dress her, I taste her food for her, I bathe her;” "Do you fuck her?" she inquired, looking over the rim of her silver cup as she took another drink, a deeper one this time. So this was the crux question, he realized. He simply nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Oh," she said in a quiet voice, as if his words were of concern for her. "Do; do her other servants fuck her?" He smirked: "None of the male ones, now that she's got me." She raised her eyebrow at his statement and took another drink. "Is that so?" Mark shook his head for a moment, as if he was remembering something. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude, I didn't ask your name." The girl made a wry face. "My name? Why would anyone ask for my name? I am a slave." Mark shrugged. "Well, so am I. Tell me your name, so I know what I'll be calling out in an hour." The girl almost choked on her wine, but recovered and looked up at him, as if assessing him. Finally she spoke: "Before I became a slave, my name was Nanu." Mark wasn't terribly surprised when the stupid chip in his head found out what the name meant. "So you're Egyptian and your name means 'pretty' or 'cute.'" She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to fathom how he could have possibly known that. "What is your mistress' name in my language?" she asked suspiciously. Mark blinked for a moment. "Khepri nebet." She moved closer to him. "What is your name, slave?" He smiled at her warmly, deciding it was time to move things along. "My name is Bonosus, Nanu, and I am the slave who is going to fuck you." Nanu smiled and reached out a hand to him. Becky panted as she rocked back and forth on her knees, pressing her face into her hostess' hairy cunt, lashing it with her tongue. Behind her, one of Pompeneia's slaves was gripping her hips and plowing his hard cock in and out of Becky, trying to keep up with her lusty pace. He wasn't nearly as large as Mark, nor was he as talented, but he would make her cum, given the environment. Becky was here to fuck in a Roman orgy, and what individual participants might lack in skill, her excitement would certainly make up for. Pompeneia moaned and gripped Becky's hair, loosening it further from its carefully piled arrangement. Becky didn't mind, though, as she expected to look fully disheveled and thoroughly fucked by the time this orgy was over. She'd had several cups of aged wine already and was feeling uninhibited, even for her. She slid two fingers inside her hostess, making her moan and churn her matronly hips while Becky took another stiff drink from her goblet. She then returned her mouth to Pompeneia's snatch, allowing rivulets of the dark wine to flow out over her engorged vulva before sucking on it hungrily, making the patrician woman gasp and groan loudly and thrash about on the lectus she was splayed on. The slave behind her pistoned his hips against her while she ground back against him, taking his cock as deep inside her as she could. She could feel him swelling and knew he was close to cumming, but she didn't mind if she didn't climax yet, because the day was young, and this orgy had barely started. There were so many people left to fuck. Besides, she could always track down her darling Mark if she needed serious attention, after all. The slave grunted and let out a low moan before he began spurting his cum inside her. Becky moaned into Pompeneia's cunt, sending her over the edge and making her cum shamelessly, her fat tits flopping about for all to see. Nobody cared, or if they did, they were delighted by it. There was no judgment at this orgy. As the slave pulled out, Becky clambered on top of Pompeneia and they kissed deeply, wrapping their arms around one another, tongues plunging. Becky finally sat up, smiling and straddling her hostess' hips. She smirked down at the Roman woman and then reached beneath herself, flexing her cunt muscles and teasing out the cum that the slave had just deposited in her. She smeared it all over Pompeneia's thatch and nether lips, before dragging her shaved twat up her lover's body, leaving a glistening and sticky trail of cum along the way. She squirmed and writhed on Pompeneia's tits, smearing them in the slave's essence while trying to get one of the nipples inside her cunt. Finally she wiggled her way up to Pompeneia's mouth, and the older woman gripped Becky's thighs and sucked on her smooth cunt hungrily, coaxing out all the cum she could from her guest. Becky smiled and reached back with one hand to finger Pompeneia's gooey cunt, bringing her to yet another climax, the fourth she'd received from Becky. The teacher had no doubt this woman would remember her very fondly. She finally clambered off Pompeneia and knelt beside her, the two of them kissing tenderly, sharing the cum from the slave between them, followed by Becky licking the residue off her lover's face. They whispered to one another before Becky stood and strutted away, knowing that Pompeneia's eyes were fixated on her glorious, toned ass. It felt good, knowing she was the object of desire for every single person in the entire household. Becky looked around in wonder, surrounded by actual Roman artwork, in a completely intact home with a glorious mosaic tile floor depicting a couple making love and then a hunting scene involving a lion. The plastered walls were painted in bright colors. The furniture, made of wood with brass fittings and comfortable cushions, was currently being put to the test as couples or groups around her fucked and made love in every conceivable position. She gazed down at the silver goblet in her hand, made of beaten silver and decorated with glass prisms and with a poem etched into its circumference. She picked up a small, sticky honey cake from a table, then took a bite from it before smiling wickedly and pressing it to her glorious tits, smearing the sticky honey all over them. As a female slave passed by, Becky took her gently by the arm and pulled her into an embrace, gently pushing her head down. The slave understood immediately and began kissing her tits, slithering her tongue around to get the gooey sweetness off Becky. The blonde woman was shivering and groaning while already smearing the honey cake against her cunt. Mark was sitting on in a low chair in a side room, holding Nanu by the waist while she bounced up and down on his lap, her arms around his shoulders and her eyes staring down into his. Her greedy cunt swallowed his cock, making her gasp and groan with each motion. Her inner muscles squeezed around him, and while Becky was definitely more skilled, and perhaps even tighter, the fact that he was actually fucking a Roman slave was an incredible thrill. She jammed her lips to his and kissed him feverishly, her fingernails raking over his back as she ground down on him, hissing and panting with lust. He found her to be incredibly exotic, and he realized that it might because he'd never met a true ethnic Egyptian before. As far as he knew, the bloodline of the ancient Egyptians had become extinct. She certainly looked exotic to him, with her deeply tan skin, hazel eyes and straight, coal-black hair. He used his strong arms to help move her up and down, almost spiking her on his cock, and her panting became a delightful yelping. There were loud cries of ecstasy from all over the house, so they paid no attention to anything else. She kissed him again before seizing up and shuddering, groaning loudly. She threw her head back and pressed her cunt down as hard as she could, cumming wildly. Mark kept pumping relentlessly, loving how her snatch clenched around him. Nanu flopped backward, her head now on the floor, arms splayed and her back arched, still pinned to Mark by his cock. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, still trembling. He smiled down at the girl, waiting for her to recover. When her eyes finally fluttered open, he took her arms and gently pulled her up to him. She almost purred and nuzzled against him, still in the throes of a sultry bliss that filled her. Nanu kissed him everywhere she could reach, including his fingertips. "You are an exquisite lover," she murmured, looking deep into his eyes and caressing his face. "No wonder your mistress needs only you for fucking." He smiled back: "I'm just happy that she doesn't mind sharing me, because I am enjoying fucking you too." She went back to kissing him gently, and was whispering things against his skin, but too softly for him to understand. She finally looked back up at him. "But you have not yet cum." Mark shook his head. "Do you fear giving me a child?" Nanu asked. He shook his head again. "Then are you barren?" "Only for this week," he quipped, grinning and enjoying her confusion at his statement. "Don't worry, I'm just conserving my strength. This orgy is a long way from over, and if I cum now, I don't know how long it will take me to recover." "Do you promise to cum in me?" Nanu asked expectantly. "I; I am just a slave, I know, but I like you, Bonosus. I want to feel your cum in me, especially if you cannot give me a child." "I think I can make that promise;” Mark replied, pulling her in for another kiss. Becky shivered as she sat on the stone bench, centered over a hole as she started to pee. She'd already cum at least six times, and she had the distinct feeling the tally would be sixty before the night was out. One woman and one man slave leaned down on either side of her and began sliding and flickering their tongues around her rock-hard nipples, making her moan in delight. She felt her legs being parted and smiled down at a freedwoman who leaned in and tongued her cunt attentively, even here in the cultus, the small, private bathroom of the Flavius family. Becky sighed and cradled the head of the woman licking her cunt, while squirming her tits against the mouths of the two slaves sucking them. The tongue of the woman between her legs sent tingles through her, and she could feel another climax building rapidly. Everything about this setting, this experience, was making her hornier and more sensitive than ever. She wrapped her arms around the necks of the man and woman sucking on her nipples and pulled them in tight, arching her back and groaning very loudly as she came, squirting into the face of the woman licking her cunt. She bucked and writhed on the seat, thankful for the anacept pills she and Mark had taken, since she'd done quite a bit of research on Roman hygiene practices. She stood finally, releasing the two slaves who were sucking on her tits, while the girl between her legs merely knelt back a little and kept her mouth pressed to Becky's cunt, massaging it with her tongue. Becky smiled down at her dreamily and winked before pulling her to her feet. They kissed deeply and then she led her out of the room, followed by the slaves. "Go and find my manservant for me," Becky instructed. "Bring him to me and I'll let him fuck you. He is a wonderful lover." The woman hurried off, while Becky found a couch and reclined, her legs spread wide. She let the male slave lap at her gooey cunt while she made out with the female. She felt so deliciously depraved in this setting, like she could let everything go and act like a harlot without consequence. Which she could. The freedwoman returned some minutes later (Becky barely remembered having sent her at this point), with Mark following. He was delightfully naked, his cock glistening with lubrication. He was holding the hand of a dark-skinned and dark-haired girl, who was clearly a slave and following behind him. The girl gaped at Becky in awe. "Hey, Becks," Mark said cheerfully in English, almost laughing as the chip in his noggin tried to translate what he was saying into Latin. "Enjoying yourself?" "Hmm, you have no idea, baby," the blonde woman purred, stretching her arms over her head so that her glorious tits thrust up toward the ceiling. "I see you've found yourself a pretty little playmate. She was one of the dancers from earlier, right?" "Yeah, I wanna see if I can somehow get all eight to fuck me at once," Mark replied, grinning. "That'll beat my record by at least a factor of; wait; you, Alexandra and her servant Lisette all at once; divided into eight;” "Don't strain yourself, Einstein," Becky said dryly. "Just suffice to say that fucking eight Roman slave-dancers at once will be more than anyone else you know will ever accomplish." "Except you, I'm betting," Mark pointed out, smirking. "Is that a challenge, young man?" Becky asked, raising her eyebrow. "What'll we wager?" he queried. He had no particular confidence that he could outfuck his Physics teacher, because she had proven to be quite a sex fiend, but he was more than willing to try, here in Imperial Rome. "Tell you what;” Becky suggested, sitting up on the couch at looking up at him, smiling lightly. "If I win, you have to let the man of my choice here in this orgy fuck you in the ass." Mark was very still, a shiver of dread going up his spine. He swallowed, waiting to hear what else she had to say. "But, if you manage to fuck more girls at one time than I take of male and female lovers at one time, I'll buy your cute little girlfriend from our host and make her ours, okay?" Mark could barely process what he was hearing. He turned his head and stared at Nanu, weighing the price of 'owning' her versus having his ass plowed by some random Roman dude. The perils of time travel. But he'd already been shot and survived, right? "You're on, Becks," he said finally. "Ya' only live once, right?" "That's the spirit," she cooed, winking at him. "Tu solum vivis unum tempus! As long as you save some of that splendid stamina and cum of yours for me. So, are you going to introduce me to your little friend?" Mark nodded and pulled the Egyptian girl forward. She seemed rather intimidated. "Becks, this is Nanu. She's Egyptian." Becky smiled kindly and patted her soft lap. Nanu let go of Mark's hand and eased herself carefully onto the blonde goddess' lap, sitting sideways. Becky put her arms around the girl's waist and looked her up and down. "Hmm, very nice, Mark;” Becky said quietly before pulling Nanu gently into her and kissing her warmly. To her credit, the slave girl did not resist at all, but melted into the kiss, moaning in pleasure. She squirmed around until she was straddling Becky, her legs hitched behind her back, and their tits squashed together. Mark stood closer and watched eagerly as their tongues tangled and they began caressing and fondling one another. Nanu shivered under Becky's divine touch, and he knew she was incredibly aroused already. Their kiss became sloppy, and they slid their tongues around one another's faces, leaving them glistening and sticky. Becky took Nanu's bottom lip in her mouth, sucking it in. The slave shivered again and let out a tiny whimper, before pulling back from the kiss and touching her fingers to the lip. She examined the fingers, noticing a trace of blood. "Yes, I bit your lip," Becky whispered to her only loud enough for Nanu and Mark to hear. "By making you bleed from our kiss, I have stated my intent to own you, Nanu. Would you like that?" Nanu's eyes widened and she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Good," Becky said, reaching between them and cupping the Egyptian girl's tit, giving it a gentle feel. "Now all my naughty little Bonosus has to do is manage to fuck all eight of you dancing girls at once in order to make that happen. You might want to help him a little;” She allowed the slave girl to stand and gave her a gentle pat on the rear. Nanu stood in front of Mark for a moment, looking up at him, and then hurried off. He then heard Becky giggling. "Goodness, Mark, how hard did you fuck her to make her fall that much in love with you already?" the blonde asked, her beautiful blue eyes glinting with mirth. Mark tried not to frown. "I didn't have to fuck her that hard, thank you. I've fucked you a lot harder on countless occasions." "And you'll have to fuck me much harder still to make me fall in love with you, handsome," she cooed, reaching out and stroking his cock gently. "It's time for my surprise. Have you put the little speaker things all around?" Mark nodded: "The switch to activate them and the music is in the little satchel we brought. I'll be ready." Becky smiled and stood up, moving close to Mark so that their bodies were pressing and his cock was nestled against her slick cunt, and already hardening from the contact. She smiled and traced a finger along his swelling cock while looking up into his eyes. "I'm glad to be here, Mark," she said softly, knowing that many sets of eyes were on them, and quite envious of them both. "But I'm mostly glad to be here sharing this with you. I couldn't have asked for a better time travel partner." They kissed tenderly for a moment before Becky pulled back and winked. "I'm gonna go get dressed; be ready for me." She scampered off, and he watched her magnificent ass wiggle away from him. He noticed he wasn't the only one staring. He wandered around and made sure that all the 'speakers' were strategically placed around the room for Becky's performance. They looked and felt like rocks, to be honest, so he had no idea how they worked. All he knew was that he'd tested them, and they did. Hell, they even had the music they were meant to play stored in them! Future-tech was really something. He remembered how they'd found a chrono-merchant, right in his hometown, in a secluded store he'd never noticed before. Chester had pointed them to the merchant in question, and he was happy to help them. Most of his time was spent helping customers from the far future, who happened to be visiting Mark and Becky's era, so having some locals was a refreshing change for him. The student and teacher had expressed their wish to go back to Imperial Rome and attend a real orgy. The man smiled slyly and showed them a range of items he thought they might need; clothing, currency, subtle but advanced medications to protect themselves; All it cost Mark was his collection of six vintage Star Wars Pez dispensers. Apparently, originals were big collector's items in the future. "Remind me to come back to you with my dad's Micronauts and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!" Mark had laughed. Mark felt well-prepared for this trip, and he had to admit, he was enjoying himself. He drank from his wine while standing in front of a patrician woman, who was sitting naked on a couch and slurping hungrily back and forth on his cock. He gazed around, noting the sumptuous array of foods laid out in vast quantities for the event; it was very hard for many of the slaves to restrain themselves from eating greedily, since this type of generosity was almost unknown to them. Loaves of bread, honey-cakes, dates, figs, stuffed dormice, varieties of pulses, apricots, various fish, cheeses, boar meat, olives, and caviar, which he'd heard the hostess Pompeneia brag to Becky about being sent straight from Persia. He'd never tried caviar before, and he was surprised that he actually liked it. He blinked as he felt the patrician woman pull her mouth off his throbbing cock, which she had brought back to an impressive hardness. She had then bent over the couch, in full view of everyone in the room, and shamelessly reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered knot and asking him to fuck her ass. Mark bit his lip, wondering what to do; Becky wouldn't be much longer in getting ready, but slaves were obliged to satisfy all favors required of them by the legitimate guests, especially the higher-ranking patricians. He couldn't say no. He stepped up and took hold of her wobbly ass cheeks, steadying his cock against her. She moaned in anticipation of him entering her. He reached down and ran his hand up and down her sloppy cunt for several seconds, and used that lubrication to prepare her ass, sticking his index finger inside her and twisting it around. The woman groaned loudly, and he realized that she was making a show of it, announcing that she was the one getting fucked by this tall, handsome and mysterious Spanish slave of Lady Aurora's. Apparently he was something of a commodity. He would fuck her ass fast and hard, making her cum, so that he could return to his assignment from Becky. He took hold of his cock and pressed the head against her little star, pushing it through. She grunted and let out a moan. Lots of people were watching, including more than a few slaves. Slowly and firmly, Mark slid his turgid phallus deep inside her, making her cry out so loudly that he was certain she could be heard outside the villa, despite all the other carnal happenings around them. Here goes nothing; He gripped her hips and leaned over her, pressing her down into the couch as she wailed again. He began pumping in and out strongly, plowing deep inside her. Clearly she was no stranger to this, because she wasn't nearly as tight as Becky. He fucked her ass in a steady rhythm, watching as his own pulsing shaft slid in and out of her. She gasped and yelped, putting on a show for those watching. Her hands kept her ass cheeks pulled wide, so everyone could see how deep inside her Mark was. Then he took the initiative. Everyone gasped as he let go of her hips and gripped both of her wrists, pulling back toward himself and arching her spine, even as he pressed forward into her more strongly with each stroke. The woman seemed to choke on her breath, shaking and looking back at him in shock. Her face was variously flushed and pale, depending on where one looked. Her eyes seemed bleary, as if she was on the verge of tears. Her erect nipples declared her arousal as her tits protruded far in front of her back-stretched arms. He rode her as though she was a bridled horse, only her two arm were the reins. The full floppy tits shook wildly with his aggressive pounding, grinding, fucking of her asshole. But she didn't object to his aggression or dominance. "Do you think Mistress Horatia lets him take her that way?" he heard one woman ask another as she gazed on in rapt wonder. "If she does, she's a lucky cunt, she is;” whispered the other woman in response. And still he plunged his cock deep inside her ass, making the woman squeal and churn beneath him, struggling to move, but pinned by his superior strength. He could tell that the other women (and most likely some men) were jealous, because they were beginning to talk shit about her quietly. "Qualem muleirculam!" whispered a man gazing one in envy. That seemed a little harsh; Mark wasn't sure she was actually a bimbo. A shameless slut, sure. But wasn't everyone here today? "Pedica meo!" she gasped, squeezing her ass around him. "Pedica meo!" Mark fucked her faster and stronger still, driving his cock deep into her bowels, until she sounded like she was having a severe asthma attack. She wheezed and struggled, but he held her immobilized. She could not escape this exquisite torture unless he let her. He could feel her tightening, though, and he knew she wouldn't last long; exactly what he wanted. He would make sure she got the show she desired. His hips began pistoning rapidly, but with even more strength. The woman's eyes rolled into her head and her mouth dropped open. Her entire body shuddered in a long wave, and she screeched, battered by endless waves of pleasure as the orgasm crashed over her. She clenched her teeth and writhed, as if trying to escape, but she had already completely surrendered to her blissful fate. Mark dropped her wrists and now gripped her long, kinky brown hair, yanking on it to pull her up. She gasped at the unexpected but glorious sting and found herself pulled up and back against him. His hips still pumped against her ass cheeks, sliding his cock deep within, while his strong hands began to grope and almost maul her flushed, sweaty body. Helpless before him, she allowed the violation readily, whimpering and in tears. "Es scortum obscenus vilis," he growled in her ear before biting it and making her writhe in need. "You are a vile, dirty little whore, aren't you?" "Etiam!" she gasped, as his hand gripped her chin and turned her face forcefully to look into his eyes. "Yes, I am a vile, dirty whore! Fuck me in my shame!" He fucked her until she was almost limp, and finally slid out of her ass, the abused knot pulling back along with his shaft obscenely, a fact noted and commented on by anyone close enough to see. She collapsed forward over the couch again, trembling, but saying nothing. Mark turned his body and caught the gaze of another woman, who hustled over, knelt and began sucking on his cock without question. He waited while she cleaned him dutifully before noticing Becky standing by a dark corner, watching in amusement. She raised an eyebrow and he nodded. Without further ado, he subtly retrieved the remote for the things that were supposed to be speakers, and held his arms up, beckoning everyone to gather in. As the naked crowd moved in, the host and hostess came and stood near him, smiling pleasantly. Pompeneia explained that they were now to be entertained by the guest of honor, who would be dancing for them all. As if on cue with her words, slaves around the room modified the intensity of the flames coming from the braziers that illuminated the room, making it dimmer and more sensual, except for an area in the central expanse. Mark subtly pressed a button on a tiny remote he was hiding in his hand. Music emanated from around the room from the concealed speakers. He'd remembered what the T E A agents had told him about anachronistic technologies and how they would rarely work in times or eras they were not known in, but he seemed to be getting away with it so far. It occurred to him that this meant the technologies he and Becky were using were not to be discovered. Yet. He smiled as Becky seemed to shift and ripple into view, because of the flickering brazier flames. The music, he knew, would be like nothing these people had ever heard before. True, it wasn't metal, but the arrangements and instruments would be alien. Not to mention the Phil Spector-esque 'Wall of Sound' involved. Becky had told him the song was called 'Gypsy', and she now spread her arms over the head, as diaphanous strips of translucent material curled sensuously around her lovely form, and gems glittered on her forehead and navel. Gold anklets tinkled on her feet. Mark had never seen 'Lord of the Dance' before, but watching Becky, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. As wind instruments began playing while drums and strings kept a backbeat, Becky snaked and twirled around the circular space in time with the music. Everyone watched her, rapt. Mark's eyes flicked over and he saw Nanu looking on from farther back in the room, standing atop a bench to get a better view. Her eyes were wide with awe. People were still whispering as they watched; for a patrician woman to dance this way, or even know how to dance this way, was scandalous, and they loved every second of her performance. The music grew louder and more intense as the wall of sound, a concept these people couldn't even readily grasp, filled the venereum. Becky continued her cavorting, her tits bouncing about beneath the outfit she was wearing. It was more of a tease than anything, because it concealed pretty much nothing. When she kicked high, she showed her cunt to everyone. She seemingly didn't care, or was enjoying it. Probably the latter, knowing her as he did now. The music reached a crescendo and then stopped, with Becky collapsing to a sitting position, curled in on herself. The crowd clapped, cheered and catcalled enthusiastically. Seconds later, another musical piece began, this one in a style probably more familiar to the onlookers. Mark knew it was from the soundtrack of the movie 'Alexander'. It opened with tinkling chimes and what sounded like hooting bird calls. Becky slowly rose to her feet, holding an elaborate pose. Then what sounded like four hammers striking an anvil rang across the space, followed by a frenetic drum beat. Becky broke into a wild dance, spinning and prancing about with abandon. The crowd watched spellbound as the music echoed around the room. Becky's blue eyes flashed with excitement, knowing that the revelers were enchanted by her. There was no one in this room who was not sexually enthralled with her at this very moment. Even Mark, who knew her pretty much better that anyone on this planet, at any point in history, was watching her in quiet awe. It made her wet, thinking of what he'd do to her later after watching this. As she whirled in a circle close to the crowd, she took hold of a male dancer slave, and then another, leading them in the exotic and magnetic dance she now performed. Both men were naked, and she snaked her body against them, rapidly bringing them to hardness. The crowd cheered as she flung aside the strips of fabric that concealed her body, until she was as naked as the slaves. Everyone watched in astonishment as she dropped to her knees between the two men and began hungrily sucking on their cocks, each one in turn, then finally putting them both in her mouth at once, her cheeks bulging obscenely. "In the name of Suadela," breathed Pompeneia, standing next to Mark and staring dumbly. "Your mistress is the most magnificent whore I have ever seen, Bonosus." "Yeah, she's something, all right;” Mark agreed, blown away by his teacher's depravity. He thought about how much she'd been looking forward to behaving so luridly, without the consequences of biology or moral censure. She was time-travelling, for crying out loud; could there have been a better excuse? No, if he was allowed to fuck as many women as he wanted, even all at once, Becky had the right to do whatever the Hell suited her. It was a damned fool who held her to a different standard just because she was a woman. Guys who thought like that never got women as amazing as Becky. Loser incels; The music was finally ending, and he discreetly shut off the speakers with his tiny remote. Seconds later, he felt a dainty hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at Pompeneia, who smiled at him wickedly and cocked her head, indicating she should follow him. Mark took a deep breath and gently touched the nearly-invisible tab he'd put under his armpit, thankful for the vasopressin it was releasing into his system; "Heaven," Becky thought dreamily as she rode up and down slowly, the slave cock throbbing as it slid in and out of her ass. He was lying beneath her while she faced down his legs, his strong hands massaging her toned cheeks. His legs were spread to make way for another slave who knelt in front of her, thrusting back and forth to spear his rod in and out of her cunt. She groaned around the cock that was in her mouth, the freedman who owned it standing next to her beautiful face and letting her suck him. On either side, her hands were pumping vigorously on the cocks of two more slaves. "God," she thought, "I haven't done anything this wild since Frosh Week in my sophomore year. I've missed it so;” Five men at once. No regrets, no consequences. She almost giggled as she wondered where else she might fit another. Then two hands reached around from behind and began groping her ample tits, making her moan around the cock she was sucking on. Another slave had moved up behind her and settled down onto the face of the man beneath her. His hands groped her while the slave below him did something to his ass. Becky didn't care what they did to one another; she just wanted to feel as many men on her as possible. She shuddered as her nipples were pinched and she bobbed back and forth faster on the cock in her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around the head and the shaft. Her hands twisted gently on the skin of the cocks she was holding, while she squeezed the ones inside her. She could feel them bumping against one another, separated only by a thin membrane between her cunt and ass. She gasped and almost wheezed, because they were striking deep inside her at different angles. The slave fucking her cunt was moving at an almost horizontal angle, while the one in her ass pushed straight up. It was almost; disorienting in a way. She gently pulled the two slaves she was jerking even closer, so that she could touch their cocks together, sliding them against one another. The slave behind her with his hands on her tits moved them, shifting them to her trim stomach as she pointed the two throbbing cocks at her tits, her hands stroking them rapidly. The slaves both moaned and shuddered as they spurted their cum across the expanse of her bosom, glazing the silken skin. Seconds later, she felt the cock in her mouth throb and swell, pumping a pearly offering down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, enthralled to be living her wild days all over again. Becky cried out and shook as an orgasm blossomed through her, just the first of many she planned to have in this particular tryst. Slaves leaned in and began lapping at the cum on her tits, tongues sliding along the skin or swirling around the nipples, occasionally biting and tugging on them. She leaned back, moving the man behind her to the side as she lay on the Nubian slave beneath her, still pumping in and out of her ass. She reached up and pulled the man fucking her cunt down by the shoulders, bringing him close and kissing him, their tongues rolling and wrestling about. They were both spearing up inside her now, their thrusts beginning to sync as she groaned shamelessly, filled with an exquisite wet heat. The climax that followed seconds later rocked her to her core, but she powered through it, determined to have as many more as possible. Now she let the two men fuck her while she took another hard cock in her mouth, stretching her neck back and relaxing her throat, letting it slide back and forth inside her. She gripped the hips of the man fucking her face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the unadulterated ecstasy flowing through her, needing more men to pleasure her; Mark was sitting back lazily in the shallow pool that dominated the palaestra of the Flavian villa. He gazed around at the ornate courtyard, surrounded by columns and burgeoning with ornamental plants and trees. Exotic animals like peacocks could be seen strutting across the grass; at least, they could where none of the orgy's attendees were making merry. He sighed as a dancer girl knelt behind him and massaged his shoulders, while two others were curled up against his sides, cooing and kissing his skin. Nanu, meanwhile, was sitting in his lap, facing out and moving up and down slowly on his cock, taking it deep inside herself, her fingers flexing against his supple thighs. She turned her head to look back at him, her hazel eyes glassy with pleasure. More of her fellow dancers crowded in, until he felt himself totally enveloped in wanton slave flesh. They kissed and nipped at his skin, giggling and whispering to one another. Mark knew he was supposed to be a slave, but he seemed to be getting better treatment than a lot of the guests who weren't slaves. He imagined it was because he was the manservant of the guest of honor, but he still felt like a king at the moment. One girl dangled rich grapes in front of his mouth and he bit several off, chewing and swallowing casually. Another then brought a cup of wine to his lips and he drank from it before she leaned in and kissed him, allowing the wine to flow back and forth between their mouths. As she pulled back from the kiss, she allowed the wine to spill out of her mouth, trickling down her neck and tits. Two other girls immediately leaned in and began licking the sweet offering from her skin. Nearby, on a well-cushioned couch, Lady Pompeneia was lying on her side, quite naked, moaning as her husband propped one of her legs in the air and knelt between them, sawing his cock in and out of his wife. She drank from her goblet and watched her slaves attend to Bonosus. She closed her eyes and rubbed one of her tits as she remembered what it had felt like to have his big, sturdy cock fucking her less than an hour ago, feeling his thick, warm cum pump deep inside her. She wondered how wonderful it must be to own a servant with these incredible qualities and envied Lady Aurora. She entertained the absurd notion of trying to buy him from her, but was reasonably certain that even the emperor himself wasn't rich enough to purchase the slave outright. She'd content herself with becoming friends with Lady Aurora Horatia and perhaps then having access to Bonosus' fine obelisk of endless erotic pleasures. She watched as Nanu, churning on Bonosus' lap, shuddered, arched her back and cried out, cumming hard. Two of the other dancers were sucking her tits and she seemed in ecstasy. Not that Pompeneia blamed her; Nanu was rather tiny, and that magnificent cock had to be battering the bottom of her lungs. The Egyptian girl sagged, and one of the other dancers gently pulled her off and over to the side. Nanu was immediately replaced by another girl, who straddled Bonosus' lap, facing him and sinking down with a loud sigh. Pompeneia herself shuddered and gripped her tit tightly as a little orgasm shivered through her, while her husband moaned and pushed tight against her, cumming in her. Standing nearby, a slave helped ease his master's cock out of Pompeneia and sucked it clean. The mistress of the house sighed and caressed herself, enjoying every moment of this day. What a splendid orgy this was proving to be. She sat up slowly and looked around, seeing people in ecstasy all around her; not far away, one of the guests had a servant girl pressed up against a column, and was fucking her eagerly. She was pumping her hips against him and gasping in delight. On the emerald grass nearby, two women were laying side-by-side, arms wrapped around one another while they sucked hungrily on each other's pussies. One of her slender, boyish manservants was getting fucked in the ass by a patrician man named Pontifex, and her slave was mewling loudly. She heard laughing and joyous talk as Lady Aurora entered the palaestra, completely naked and surrounded by slaves and guests, all basking in her glorious sensuality. She sauntered over to the pool and eased herself down into it, sighing and relaxing in the cool water. Pompeneia smirked; after all the endless fucking the Lady had been doing, she was surprised there weren't clouds of steam emanating from around Aurora, as the water touched her skin. She was possibly the only person in the villa to have fucked more than her servant Bonosus. Pompeneia smiled and eased herself down onto the couch, beckoning over a slave-girl to service her. "Well, Mark, I see you've won our little wager," Becky observed, smiling at him while two slaves massaged her shoulders. She parted her legs to allow a servant girl to massage her cunt, or occasionally go under the water to kiss and nibble at it. "I managed six lovers at once. You seem to have eight." "Only if we fudge," he admitted, looking around the dancer who churned on his cock, trying to keep her moaning down so he could talk. "I can reasonably do four; one on my cock, one on my mouth, and one in each hand. I; am not gonna take any in my ass, after all." "Well, at the very least you can tie me," Becky pointed out, smirking at him. "Think and try again. You won't even need to move." Mark frowned for a moment, and then gave his teacher's words some thought; he perked up after a few moments, and then nodded. He told the girl he was fucking to lean back slightly. As she did so, he beckoned another to come and stand upright between them. The slave-girl did so, and Mark started lapping at her wet twat while the girl impaled on his cock began kissing and tonguing her ass. He paused and instructed four more to kneel by his hands. They did as asked readily. He faced them in to one another in pairs, bodies squashed close together. He then pushed his four fingers on each hand into one of them, while wiggling his thumb into the other. They all moaned, because Mark had decent-sized hands and fingers (in any day and age), and began kissing and swallowing one another's tongues hungrily. "See?" Becky giggled. "Six for six, you've matched me now." "Uh-uh!" he called out, his voice muffled by the slippery twat of the slave-girl on his mouth. "Watch this!" The women all whined in protest as Mark stood up, especially the one who had been fucking him, but he assured them that this would take only a moment before all was right with the world. He got out of the water and lay down on the grass, his frame stretched out and his throbbing cock on display, pointing at the cerulean sky overhead. His arms were spread wide and his legs slightly parted. Mark quickly brought the six girls back to their original positions, with the girl who had been using his mouth now facing down his body, to kiss and play with the one bouncing up and down on his cock. The two sets of girls resumed their places on his fingers and thumbs, kissing each other eagerly again, enjoying this strange game. He began wiggling his still-wet toes, and the last two slave-dancers caught on quickly; they took hold of his ankles and lowered their gooey pussies down onto his feet, taking them inside their slippery tunnels and moaning loudly. "Octo!" Mark yelled triumphantly from beneath the cunt squirming on his face. Becky laughed in sheer delight, clapping in support of her student's ingenuity. Others looking on laughed and applauded also. A crowd was gathering around him, but everyone made sure that Lady Aurora, who had moved to the spot just vacated by her servant, could see easily. She knelt on the low, tiled bench below the water, her elbows on the grass, the endless soft blades tickling her tits as she watched. She wiggled her shapely ass, and a slave dutifully moved up behind her and slid his cock deep inside her while she gazed on. Mark was enjoying himself; never had he guessed he would have been fucking eight girls at once, not to mention Roman slave-dancers, two of whom he was pretty sure were sisters. He wiggled his fingers, thumbs and toes, he flickered and snaked his tongue inside the girl above him, and he pushed up and down with his hips, spearing deep inside the slave-girl, who cried out in rapture as his cock split her wet cunt wide open. She arched her back and cried out loudly, cumming hard. She slumped off to the side and was quickly replaced by Nanu, who was eager for more. She churned and writhed on him, occasionally looking over at Lady Aurora, who smiled and winked at her. He could feel them all squirming and trembling now, and pushed himself harder, sending them all over the edge; several moaned loudly while the one on his face kissed Nanu deeply as they both screamed, rocked by their orgasms. The girl riding his tongue fell off to the side, shaking and holding her cunt as she moaned in pleasure. He looked over at his teacher. "Becks," he panted, his face glistening with cum and flush with need. "I'm gonna cum, but I want it to be in you. Please;” Without a moment's hesitation, Becky stood, the crystalline water cascading off her glorious body. She clambered out and all the slave-girls moved aside readily, even Nanu, who dutifully knelt beside Lady Aurora as she straddled her manservant. "Thanks for waiting for me, Mark," Becky whispered as she teased her slippery cunt lips along his cock while resting her hands on his shoulders and looking down at him. "It means so much to me." "Means everything to me too, Becks," he replied, nodding. "Wanna give 'em a show, show 'em how we do it in the twenty-first century?" The blonde beauty smiled wickedly, and without another word, shoved herself down hard on her student's cock, making them both moan loudly as he pushed deep inside her. Everyone watched in awe as the two began fucking madly, Becky thrashing her hips back and forth while he pumped up and down rapidly inside her, battering her cervix with each thrust. His hands found her bouncing tits and squeezed them, making her cry out, her fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulders. Pompeneia and her husband Master Flavius stood right beside them, watching in fascination. Nanu was caressing and massaging Lady Aurora's flanks and ass while she fucked Bonosus, her deep hazel eyes staring longingly at them. Becky rode Mark harder and harder, his throbbing cock stretching her cunt deliciously, making her want to scream. She held on though, squeezing around Mark, thrilled to know that everyone's eyes were on them, watching them fuck with wild abandon. With every thrust she squeezed her ass cheeks tight, feeling Mark shudder below her. Mark was panting and grunting as he fough

I'm about to tell you something that might sound completely backwards: making less money could actually help you make more money.I know. It sounds wild. But hear me out.If you're drowning in offers, exhausted from managing multiple programs, constantly context-switching and never really excelling at anything... this episode is your wake-up call.Because here's what I've learned after 16 years in business: sometimes the most powerful thing you can do isn't add more. It's subtract.In this episode, I'm breaking down the uncomfortable truth about why doing more is probably costing you clients, clarity, and your sanity — and how to flip that narrative so your business starts working for you again.By the end, you'll understand why clarity is currency, how the "multiplication trap" is sabotaging your success, and you'll have a concrete roadmap to simplify your offers without losing income (actually, you'll probably make more).What You'll Learn:Why adding more offers is actually making you less money (and the shocking research that proves it)How task-switching between multiple offers is destroying 40% of your productivityWhat the "multiplication trap" really costs you (mental load, diluted marketing, and lost opportunities)Why being known for ONE thing will make you more money than being a generalist (and how to choose that thing)How simplification creates better results, clearer messaging, premium pricing, and actual freedom in your businessWhat happens when you focus on profit over revenue (and why most entrepreneurs are looking at the wrong numbers) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Aracan Coelestia 210. What is the proprium? The human proprium consists of everything evil and false that gushes out of self-love and love of the world. It involves people believing not in the Lord or in the Word but in themselves, and their imagining that what they do not grasp through sensory evidence or through facts does not exist at all. They become as a consequence nothing but evil and falsity and so have a warped view of everything. Things that are evil they see as good, and those that are good as evil; things that are false they see as true, and those that are true as false. Realities they imagine to be nothing, and things that are nothing they imagine to be everything. They call hatred love, thick darkness light, death life, and vice versa. In the Word such people are called 'the lame and the blind'. This then is the human proprium which in itself is hellish and condemned. AC 7828... they who were there were liberated by the coming of the Lord into the world, and because without the coming of the Lord into the world they could not possibly have been saved, and because they were liberated at the time when the Lord rose again. From this it is evident that the state when they were liberated was to them the principal of all states. The case is the same also afterward with all those who are of the spiritual church, who could not possibly have been saved unless the Lord had come into the world, and glorified His Human, that is, made it Divine. That they who were of the spiritual church before the coming of the Lord were detained in the lower earth and were liberated and saved by the Lord, see n. 6854, 6914; and in general, that they who were of the spiritual church have been saved by the Lord's coming, n. 2661, 2716, 6372, 7035, 7091; and therefore in the supreme sense by these words is signified that the glorification and resurrection of the Lord as to His Human is the source of all salvation. AC 141. Countless things can be said about the proprium — about what the proprium is like in the case of the bodily-minded and worldly man, what it is like in the case of the spiritual man, and what in the case of the celestial man. With the bodily-minded and worldly man the proprium is his all. He is unaware of anything else but the proprium. And, as has been stated, if he were to lose his proprium he would think that he was dying. With the spiritual man the proprium takes on a similar appearance, for although he knows that the Lord is the life of all, and that He confers wisdom and intelligence, and consequently the ability to think and to act, it is more a matter of something he says and not so much something he believes. The celestial man however acknowledges that the Lord is the life of all, who confers the ability to think and act, because he perceives that this is so. Nor does he ever desire the proprium. Nevertheless even though he does not desire it the Lord grants him a proprium which is joined to him with a complete perception of what is good and true, and with complete happiness. Angels possess a proprium such as this, and at the same time utmost peace and tranquillity, for their proprium has within it things that are the Lord's, who is governing their proprium, that is, governing them by means of their proprium. This proprium is utterly heavenly, whereas the proprium of the bodily-minded man is hellish. But more about the proprium further on. Third Round posts are short audio clips taken from Round 3 comments in the online Logopraxis Life Group meetings. The aim is to maintain focus on understanding the Text's application to the inner life while reinforcing key LP principles highlighted in the exchanges.

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G'day! Today on the Secretly Society podcast we welcome one of our label family's rare Australian artists, Harriette Pilbeam, who you will know much better as Hatchie. Starting out playing in bands as a teenager in Brisbane, Hatchie put her first single out under her own name in 2017 and quickly picked up interest in both her home country and internationally. She signed with Secretly Canadian in 2021, released her much-acclaimed follow up album 'Giving the World Away' in 2022 and just dropped her latest, the sweet and salty 'Liquorice,' last week. Chatting with her fellow countryman Max Thomas, Secretly Distribution's Head of Marketing & Campaigns Asia-Pacific, and co-host Tom Davies, Hariette shoots the breeze on Letterboxd scores, dream-pop, Oasis, and much more.   Links:  Secretly Frequencies: Hatchie Playlist Secretly Society Podcast Episodes Secretly Society Podcast on Secretly Store Secretly Society General Information   Lonnie Holley: Hatchie Website Link Hatchie on Instagram Hatchie on X Hatchie on Facebook

Boomer & Gio wonder how Daniel Jones really feels about Brian Daboll's firing. Gio thinks Jones might be quietly celebrating after a rocky relationship with his now-former head coach. Boomer weighs in on what this means for Jones' future with Jaxson Dart taking over. Plus, Jerry Recco's update features Daboll reaction, Eagles-Packers highlights, and the Rangers finally winning at home.

What Men Secretly Want from Women (But Rarely Say Out Loud)In this deeply insightful episode of The Secret Formula of Femininity, Dr. Nicole Monteiro unpacks what emotionally grounded, high-value men truly desire in love — and how modern women can connect with them without losing their softness or strength.Building on her conversation with Conroy Jr., Dr. Nicole explores why respect, trust, and emotional safety mean everything to men — and how women can communicate in ways that create lasting connection instead of silent distance.

Did you know four brain chemicals secretly control your motivation, mood, and mental energy every single day?In this episode, Jim sits down with neuroscientist and bestselling author TJ Power to break down the DOSE Effect. It is a science backed framework for activating the four key neurochemicals that shape your daily experience: Dopamine, Oxytocin, Serotonin, and Endorphins.TJ shares how our modern digital lifestyles are draining these natural feel good chemicals and how you can rebalance them through small, evidence based habits. You will learn the difference between natural and artificial dopamine, how to boost oxytocin through real human connection, the serotonin and sunlight link that stabilizes your mood, and the surprising power of endorphins to calm stress.You will also hear why technology is hijacking your motivation system, how to design your environment to protect your brain, and a simple daily ritual to reset your chemistry in under five minutes.By the end, you will have a clear roadmap to upgrade your focus, energy, and emotional balance without relying on caffeine, willpower, or scrolling.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome back to ask uncut where we answer all of your deep and burning questions! Britt wants Laura’s take on the now viral ‘fart’ response that our friend received after letting a date down. Laura’s been gifted something so beautiful from a lifer but they’ve left no info for her to be able to say thank you! Vibes for the week:Britt - Watching You on Stan Laura - DoHonest Baby Car Camera Then we jump into your questions! I’M NOT IN HIS HYPOTHETICAL FUTUREHey guys, just want your opinion on whether I'm reading too much into this! I've been with my bf for 10 months now. We met on Hinge and we're both in our early 30s. He is 2 years younger than me but we are both committed to a serious relationship. I've noticed that whenever he talks about future hypotheticals, he doesn't include me in them and often references a hypothetical woman in his future. For example, we were talking about my friend's upcoming wedding and he said "I think I would enjoy planning my wedding, I like being able to decide on things." I would've thought he would say "planning *our* wedding" since it would sound so much sweeter? Another example, we were talking about whether we wanted children and he said "I like the idea of kids but if hypothetically, I find out that my future wife is unable to have kids then I wouldn't be upset by it as I choose her over my desire for kids". Meanwhile I'm thinking so I'm not your future wife?? I'm worried that he doesn't see long term potential with me and hence doesn't include me in future scenarios. Am I overthinking this? I FOUND OUT MY BF IS SECRETLY WRITING A BOOK BASED ON OUR RELATIONSHIP AND I’M THE VILLAINI was looking on my bf’s laptop recently for some old photos and I saw a file titled ‘Novel’. I was curious, so I obvs looked. We have been together for years and aren't overly protective of our devices so this didn’t seem like a big deal. What I found has really confused and upset me. It’s a book he is writing (I know he likes to write but I didn’t even know he was writing a book) and it is basically a detailed account of our relationship... but with some added drama/fiction but he's made me the villain! WTAF!? I’m portrayed as a manipulative, narcissistic bitch, while his character is this amazing hero. I feel weird and betrayed. Do I have a right to say something, be angry, or is this just creative freedom and it means nothing? CHRISTMAS GIFTS ON SALEWe are in a family Christmas draw with the extended family, with the budget being $100 each. I always try to spend as close to $100 as possible, a few dollars over or under depending on what I can find. My question is…if you purchase something on sale (say Black Friday) do you pocket the savings or do you then buy something else to make up the difference? I think if I bought the person something that is originally $100 but on sale for $80 I should then buy something to go with it for $20 but my partner thinks because we have found the sale and the retail price is $100 that $20 savings is ours…what’s your thoughts on this petty argument?? THE REAPPEARING EXMy ex and I broke up about 18 months ago. It was rough. I was pretty blindsided. We were literally looking at rentals the day before he ended it. We had no contact for over a year, both dated other people, and I genuinely thought we’d never speak or see each other again. Then about six weeks ago, he reappeared (classic Instagram follow request) and since then, we’ve been chatting here and there. We’ve slept together three times, and we’ve both said we don’t want a relationship, but we’ve kind of slipped into a rhythm of seeing each other weekly. I don’t love him like I used to, but I’m self-aware enough to know this could be a slippery slope as I was so deeply in love with him at one point. I enjoy the comfort and familiarity, but I keep asking myself is this emotional maturity, or just a disaster waiting to happen? I’ve had to hide it from most of my friends. They were there through the breakup and have said they’d be really upset if I ever spoke to him again. I told one, and she said she was disappointed that she’d never do something like this if she was single. That really hurt, especially with me being the only single one in the group and they all have partners to go home to, while I’m single and sometimes lonely. Since that breakup, I’ve done a lot of work on myself. I see a therapist weekly and have spent real time understanding my patterns, boundaries, and emotional triggers. I'm not sleeping with him to get him back although I’ll never say never to what life brings. I’m not waiting by my phone, I don't text, and he’s the one driving an hour and a half to see me each time. The ball feels although it is in my court this time and that feels strangely healing. How do I approach this with my friends without feeling shamed/judged for making my own choices? Do I just continue to keep it quiet? And am I being naïve to think I can handle this consciously and casually, or is it okay to embrace something familiar for now? I’m still dating and meeting people, but I worry that by spending time with my ex, I might subconsciously put less effort into finding someone new. Laura mentioned our episode with Matthew Hussey You can watch us on Youtube Find us on Instagram Join us on tiktok Or join the Facebook Discussion Group Hosted by Britt Hockley & Laura Byrne Produced by Keeshia Pettit Video Produced by Vanessa Beckford Recorded on Cammeraygal Land Tell your mum, tell your dad, tell your dog, tell your friend and share the love because WE LOVE LOVE! 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Well, it's over — after much controversy and ugliness through a lengthy campaign, New York City has elected Zohran Mamdani as the next mayor. Contrary to the consensus on the left, however, Jimmy and Due Dissidence's Russell Dobler do not believe Mamdani's victory represents a radical political shift but rather a continuation of establishment politics backed by elite interests, including figures like Alex Soros.  Russell suggests that while Mamdani may implement limited reforms such as a rent freeze, his administration is unlikely to deliver transformative change, comparing his prospects to past Democratic mayors like Bill de Blasio. The discussion also highlights how demographic shifts and frustration with entrenched political power shaped the election, signaling the end of an era for New York's old political establishment. Plus segments on Mamdani's decidedly anti-worker stance regarding fired city workers who refused to take the COVID vaccine and Israel arresting the nation's chief prosecutor after she charged Israeli prison guards with sexual assault of Palestinian prisoners. Also featuring Kurt Metzger and Stef Zamorano!

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Stop losing money on ads! Grab your copy of Tier 11's FREE calculator with all the actors and formulas you need to determine the most important metric in your marketing efforts.Download Your nCAC Calculator Now: https://www.tiereleven.com/ncac Joining us today is Cole Turner, Growth Strategist at Tier 11. We break down how incorrect nCAC (New Customer Acquisition Cost) calculations can make you believe you're profitable when you're actually hemorrhaging cash. Cole walks us through a real-world example of a beauty brand, showing how fixing their nCAC revealed a massive discrepancy that changed their entire business strategy. We also discuss how adjusting your ad spend to align with real business costs can actually help you scale. If you're spending on ads without understanding your real margins, you could be scaling in the wrong direction. Join the conversation now and get your business metrics in order before your next big marketing push.In This Episode:- What nCAC is and why it matters- Case study: nCAC error in a beauty brand's strategy- Common mistakes in nCAC calculations- How to calculate nCAC accurately- How overheads factor into nCAC on scale- Why ad spend efficiency isn't enough- The importance of knowing your numbersUnlock the Ultimate Marketing Advantage With Our Creative Diversification Package! Get 30 monthly deliverables,10 ad types, and access to the Tier 11 data suite. Available exclusively for 11 lucky businesses at: https://www.tiereleven.com/apply Listen to This Episode on Your Favorite Podcast Channel:Follow and listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/perpetual-traffic/id1022441491 Follow and listen on Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/show/59lhtIWHw1XXsRmT5HBAuK Subscribe and watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@perpetual_traffic?sub_confirmation=1We Appreciate Your Support!Visit our website: https://perpetualtraffic.com/ Follow us on X: https://x.com/perpetualtraf Connect With Cole Turner:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/coleturner98 Connect with Ralph Burns: LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/ralphburns Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/ralphhburns/ Hire Tier11 - https://www.tiereleven.com/apply-now Connect with Lauren Petrullo:Instagram -

In 1950, the U.S. military sprayed bacteria over San Francisco as part of a biological weapons test. The test team thought the bacteria it used was harmless, but several people got sick and one person died. We explore the history and impacts of this clandestine operation, now known as Operation Seaspray, on U.S. military policy and one man's family. Additional Resources: The True Story of the Military's Secret 1950 San Francisco Biological Weapons Test Read the transcript for this episode Sign up for our newsletter Enter our Sierra Nevada Brewing Company monthly trivia contest Got a question you want answered? Ask! Your support makes KQED podcasts possible. You can show your love by going to https://kqed.org/donate/podcasts This story was reported by Katherine Monahan. Bay Curious is made by Katrina Schwartz, Gabriela Glueck and Christopher Beale. Additional support from Olivia Allen-Price, Jen Chien, Katie Sprenger, Maha Sanad, Alana Walker, Holly Kernan and everyone on Team KQED.

Get 7 Days Free Plus Lifetime Access to Our Ending Codependency Course — Free Forever! Start Creating Relationships That Last. https://attachment.personaldevelopmentschool.com/dream-life-codependency-course?utm_source=podcast&utm_campaign=dream-life-codependency-course&utm_medium=organic&utm_content=pod-11-03-25&el=podcast  Most people think Dismissive Avoidants don't get jealous — but that couldn't be further from the truth. They do experience jealousy, but it often hides behind sarcasm, withdrawal, or emotional distance. In this video, Thais Gibson breaks down five surprising ways jealousy shows up for Dismissive Avoidants — and how to recognize the subtle patterns beneath the surface. You'll also learn how their fear of vulnerability, shame, and need for control shape the way they express (and suppress) jealousy, and what you can do to respond with empathy and healthy boundaries. You'll learn:  ✅ The 5 hidden signs of Dismissive Avoidant jealousy  ✅ Why sarcasm, withdrawal, or coldness often mask emotional pain  ✅ How shame drives their need to self-protect and retreat  ✅ Why jealousy triggers both counter-dependence and emotional shutdown  ✅ How vulnerability and healthy communication can stop the cycle Episode Breakdown:  00:00 – How Jealously Shows Up for Dismissive Avoidants  00:40 – The Silent Comparison 01:42 – Withdrawal Instead of Confrontation 03:09 – Sarcasm & Passive Aggression About the Situation 05:55 – Ending Codependency Course Promo 07:31 – Cold Then Slightly Warmer Behavior 08:48 – Shame for Feeling Jealous 09:48 – Summary: Jealously Doesn't Look Like Rage or Confrontation Meet the Host Thais Gibson is the founder of The Personal Development School and a world leader in attachment theory. With a Ph.D. and over a dozen certifications, she's helped more than 70,000 people reprogram their subconscious and build thriving relationships. Helpful Resources:

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There's a world of desire most men never hear about — not because women hide it maliciously, but because they're afraid to say it out loud. In this episode, we uncover what women secretly want but never tell men. You'll learn the psychology behind female attraction, emotional fantasies, and the hidden triggers that spark connection and desire. Understand what actually draws her in, keeps her intrigued, and makes her see you as the man who “gets” her. It's not manipulation — it's awareness.

In today's narration of Reddit stories, OP was at an event when she overheard her friends Fiancee crap talking his kid so she decides to record it and pass this information to him.0:00 Intro0:19 Story 12:05 Story 1 Comments / OP's Replies3:56 Story 1 Update 15:28 Story 1 Comment / OP's Reply6:28 Story 1 Update 29:29 Story 211:56 Story 2 Comments14:33 Story 2 Update 116:05 Story 2 Update 217:02 Story 2 Comments17:58 Story 320:09 Story 3 CommentsFor more viral Reddit stories, incredible confessions, and the best Reddit tales from across the platform, subscribe to the channel! I *try* :) to bring you the most entertaining Reddit stories, carefully selected from top subreddits and narrated for your enjoyment. Whether you love drama, revenge, or heartwarming moments, this channel delivers the most captivating Reddit content. New videos uploaded daily featuring the best Reddit stories you won't want to miss!#redditupdate #redditrelationship #redditstoriesreddit Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

India Secretly Planning to Take Sharda Peeth from Pakistan? | 4th Exercise Front Opened in Bikaner

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Who is the only world leader not intimidated by Donald Trump? What does New York's next mayor mean for the mid terms? Is this the beginning of a new ear for US-China relations? Join Katty Kay and Anthony  Scaramucci as they answer all these questions and more. To save your company time and money, open a Revolut Business account today via https://get.revolut.com/z4lF/therestispoliticsus, and add money to your account by 31st of December 2025 to get a £200 welcome bonus or equivalent in your local currency. Feature availability varies by plan. This offer's available for New Business customers in the UK, US, Australia and Ireland. Fees and Terms & Conditions apply. For US customers, Revolut is not a bank. Banking services and card issuance are provided by Lead Bank, Member FDIC. Visa® and Mastercard® cards issued under license. Funds are FDIC insured up to $250,000 through Lead Bank, in the event Lead Bank fails. Fees may apply. See full terms in description. For Irish customers, Revolut Bank UAB is authorised and regulated by the Bank of Lithuania in the Republic of Lithuania and by the European Central Bank and is regulated by the Central Bank of Ireland for conduct of business rules. For AU customers, consider PDS & TMD at revolut.com/en-AU. Revolut Payments Australia Pty Ltd (AFSL 517589). Instagram: ⁠⁠@RestPoliticsUS⁠⁠ Twitter: ⁠⁠@RestPoliticsUS⁠⁠ Email: ⁠⁠therestispoliticsus@goalhanger.com⁠⁠ Producer: Fiona Douglas, India Dunkley Video Editor: Kieron Leslie  Social Producer: Charlie Johnson  Senior Producer: Callum Hill Head of Content: Tom Whiter Head of Digital: Sam Oakley Exec Producers: Tony Pastor, Jack Davenport  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Today's guest is the inimitable Lonnie Holley, and to say that he has a rich and long history is an understatement. While Lonnie is a relatively recent addition to Jagjaguwar since 2018, he's been creating for decades as a sculptor, painter, musician, and poet; his visual art work is included in the permanent collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and his musical collaborators include Bon Iver, Richard Swift, and Alabaster Deplume. There's no story quite like Lonnie's, and co-hosts Tom Davies and longtime Jagjaguwar A&R Eric Deines make it down just the tip of the iceberg in this dynamic conversation exploring Lonnie's catalog of songs and stories. Links:  Secretly Frequencies: Lonnie Holley Playlist Secretly Society Podcast Episodes Secretly Society Podcast on Secretly Store Secretly Society General Information   Lonnie Holley: Lonnie Holley Website Link Lonnie Holley on Instagram Lonnie Holley on X Lonnie Holley on Facebook

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A North Carolina woman says a DNA test revealed she was conceived through “medical rape” by her mother’s fertility doctor more than 40 years ago. A Florida mother is accused of threatening to blow up her daughter’s high school after learning that her daughter’s boyfriend had his lunch taken away because his account was out of money. Drew Nelson reports.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Now that the dust has settled from Wendy and Eddie Osefo's shocking arrests, new facts are revealed, episodes are being re-edited and RHOP seems to be having one epic, albeit unexpected, season. Based on The Osefo's recent F Ups, it is time to deep dive why so many Real Housewives feel the need to live above, or in this case way above, their means. With all the attention granted to The Osefo's, and mug shots with a huge smile, one cannot help but wonder if Wendy is but a bit happy at all this newfound attention, regardless of minor setbacks such as her episode of Wife Swap being cancelled. In other news, Tom Sandoval gains further redemption, Vanderpump Rules 2.0 prepares to take center stage when it premieres later this year and last, but not least, BravoHolics worldwide prepare for their Super Bowl, BravoCon, a mere few weeks from now. @dnealz @behindvelvetrope @davidyontef BONUS & AD FREE EPISODES Available at - www.patreon.com/behindthevelvetrope  BROUGHT TO YOU BY: MICROPERFUMES - microperfumes.com/velvet (Up To 60% Your Favorite Perfumes In Pocket Sized Vials) THEREALREAL - therealreal.com/velvetrope (Get $25 Off At the Best Place To Shop Authenticated Luxury Bags, Clothing, Watches & more) MOOD - www.mood.com/velvet (20% Off With Code Velvet on Federally Legal THC Shipped Right To Your Door) PROGRESSIVE - www.progressive.com (Visit Progressive.com To See If You Could Save On Car Insurance) THE KARDASHIANS - (The Kardashians Season 7 Premieres October 23rd On Hulu) ADVERTISING INQUIRIES - Please contact David@advertising-execs.com MERCH Available at - https://www.teepublic.com/stores/behind-the-velvet-rope?ref_id=13198 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Matt explores the fascinating world of synesthesia today, challenging the notion that it's a rare quirk by proposing a bold claim: in subtle ways, we are all synesthetes. This idea is powerfully demonstrated by the famous "Bouba/Kiki" test, which reveals our brain's innate tendency to connect abstract shapes and sounds. The episode argues that this fundamental cross-wiring is not a mere curiosity but the very operating system for human thought, shaping everything from our metaphors to the development of language itself.The journey continues by exploring how these sensory perceptions can be programmed externally, as shown in a remarkable study linking synesthetes' color associations to a popular Fisher-Price toy. Matt also discusses the cognitive superpowers that can accompany synesthesia, like superior memory, and its profound connection to autism. Ultimately, the episode illuminates how everyday phrases like "feeling blue" are not just figures of speech, but echoes of the synesthetic software running in all our brains, constantly mixing senses to build our unique perception of reality.Please note that Matt is not a medical doctor, and none of the content in this podcast should be considered medical advice in any way, shape, or form, nor prescriptive in any way.Craving more energy, better metabolism, and immunity? Discover Pique's Nandaka, a ceremonial cacao superfood blend for calm, sustained energy without the crash. Thanks to this wonderful podcast partner, you can now get 20% off for life at pique.com/mattwalker using code MattWalker.In a supplement industry where trust is critical, Matt uses podcast supporter Puori. Their protein powders are free from hormones, GMOs, and pesticides, with every single batch third-party tested for over 200 contaminants. For protein you can trust, save 20% at puori.com/mattwalker.Podcast partner UPLIFT Desk helps Matt combat the drain of sitting all day. By making it easy to switch between sitting and standing, he stays active and focused, boosting his energy and wellbeing. You can enjoy these many benefits, too, by visiting upliftdesk.com/MATTWALKER and using code MATTWALKER for a special discount and free accessories.As always, if you have thoughts or feedback you'd like to share, please reach out to Matt:Matt: Instagram @drmattwalker, X @sleepdiplomat, YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCA3FB1fOtY4Vd8yqLaUvolg

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In today's narration of Reddit stories, OP's boyfriend revealed to OP that he orchestrated their initial meeting but secretly following her and listening in on their conversations.0:00 Intro0:19 Story 11:50 Story 1 Update 12:00 Story 1 Comments4:56 Story 1 Update 27:51 Story 211:24 Story 2 Update 111:43 Story 2 Comments14:09 Story 2 Update 216:52 Story 2 Update 319:22 Story 321:42 Story 3 CommentsFor more viral Reddit stories, incredible confessions, and the best Reddit tales from across the platform, subscribe to the channel! I *try* :) to bring you the most entertaining Reddit stories, carefully selected from top subreddits and narrated for your enjoyment. Whether you love drama, revenge, or heartwarming moments, this channel delivers the most captivating Reddit content. New videos uploaded daily featuring the best Reddit stories you won't want to miss!#redditupdate #redditrelationship #redditstoriesreddit Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What if the reason you can't lose weight, feel exhausted, and struggle with inflammation has nothing to do with your diet or exercise routine – but with zombie cells lurking in your body? In this game-changing episode, I sit down with Dan Pardi, Chief Health Officer at Qualia Life, to uncover the hidden world of cellular senescence and why these "zombie cells" might be sabotaging your health without you even knowing it. We dive deep into how damaged cells that refuse to die are creating chronic inflammation, accelerating aging, and potentially blocking your body's ability to heal itself. Dan reveals the shocking connection between your circadian rhythm and cellular aging, why your immune system stops clearing these problematic cells as you age, and the breakthrough science of senolytics that's revolutionizing how we approach healthy aging. Plus, I share the incredible story of how addressing zombie cells transformed my friend's decades-long battle with endometriosis – and why this might be the missing piece in your own health puzzle.   Episode Link: Experience the science of feeling younger—go to http://qualialife.com/nataliejill for up to 50% off your purchase of Qualia Senolytic and use code NATALIEJILL for an additional 15%.    Catch the full episode on YOUTUBE HERE: https://bit.ly/MidlifeConversationsYouTube    Learn More About Dan Pardi & Qualia:    Instagram ➜ https://www.instagram.com/qualiallife  Website ➜ https://www.qualialife.com/natjill    Free Gifts for being a listener of Midlife Conversations! Mastering the Midlife Midsection Guide: https://theflatbellyguide.com/ Age Optimizing and Supplement Guide: https://ageoptimizer.com   Connect with me on social media! Instagram: www.Instagram.com/Nataliejllfit Facebook: www.Facebook.com/Nataliejillfit   For advertising inquiries: https://www.category3.ca/  Disclaimer: Information provided in the Midlife Conversations podcast is for informational purposes only. This information is NOT intended as a substitute for the advice provided by your physician or other healthcare professional. Do not use the information provided in this podcast for diagnosing or treating a health problem or disease, or prescribing medication or other treatment. Always speak with your physician or other healthcare professional before making any changes to your current regimen.  Information provided in this podcast and the use of any products or services related to this podcast does not create a client-patient relationship between you and the host of Midlife Conversations or you and any doctor or provider interviewed and featured on this show. Information and statements may have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration and are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent ANY disease. Advertising Disclosure: Some episodes of Midlife Conversations may be sponsored by products or services discussed during the show. The host may receive compensation for such advertisements or if you purchase products through affiliate links. Opinions expressed about products or services are those of the host and/or guests and do not necessarily reflect the views of any sponsor. Sponsorship does not imply endorsement of any product or service by healthcare professionals featured on this podcast.

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In this episode of Hustle & Flowchart, host Joe Fier welcomes Greg Merrilees, founder of Studio 1 Design and acclaimed web design strategist, for an insightful conversation on the evolving landscape of websites in the AI era. Greg unpacks how artificial intelligence is transforming traffic, trust, and web conversion, and shares actionable strategies for businesses and personal brands looking to stand out online. The episode dives deep into website optimization, AI-driven search changes, lead magnets, and the non-negotiable human element that helps brands build real trust with audiences. It's a must-listen for anyone wanting to future-proof their online presence and convert more visitors into loyal customers.Topics DiscussedThe Changing Digital Landscape: How AI is shifting who gets discovered online and why traditional web traffic strategies may not be enough.Web Design for the AI Era: What's really changed with website design and conversion since AI has started influencing user behavior.Brand Positioning & Authority: Why it's now more important than ever to stand out from competitors and how to find your brand's unique edge.Interactive Lead Magnets: Moving beyond static PDFs to interactive tools and quizzes to engage and convert warmer web traffic.Strategic Website Copy: How much copy your site needs now, depending on the warmth of your audience and your traffic's source.The Five Core Web Principles: Greg's blueprint for high-converting websites—audience understanding, positioning, strategy, psychology, and conversion-focused design.Ongoing Optimization: Why your website's never truly “done” and how to keep iterating with AI-driven tools and user feedback.Using Tools Like Delphi & Microsoft Clarity: Leveraging new AI and analytics platforms to enhance user experience and trust.Building Emotional Connection: How unique design and humanizing your brand can break through the “sea of sameness” created by AI.Greg's Vision for the Future: Insights on vibe coding, dynamic websites, and how AI might shape work and life balance.Resources MentionedNext Level Website Design Book: https://www.nextlevelwebsitedesign.com/Studio 1 Design: https://studio1design.com/Greg's Delphi Clone: https://studio1design.com/ai/Delphi: https://hustleandflowchart.com/delphiMicrosoft Clarity: https://clarity.microsoft.com/Connect with Joe Fier

What if I told you everything you think about yourself and the world is a lie? That might be a lie lol, but a decent amount of us walk around seeing life through a lens thats false, or through a lens of a tired story we tell ourselves. Today I'm sharing 3 recent lessons that taught me how important it is to fact check your assumptions before they negatively impact your potential, your relationships, and your life. And I'm sharing tactics with you that help you be more mindful every day and have a more clear perspective that allows you to be your best self. IG: @drconniewang, @justaquickpinch

Your words are sabotaging your weight loss in subtle ways causing you to stay stuck, not take action, do the opposite of what you want to reach your goals and feel frustrated and upset with yourself! In this episode, Megan explains four phrases you say regularly that you must stop saying to lose weight permamently, and how to reframe them so that you stop sabotaging yourself. Free Weight Loss Consultation: https://skinnyfitalicious.com/weight-loss-coaching/ Client Testimonials: https://skinnyfitalicious.com/testimonials/

In this week's October Horror Deep Dive episode of YHS Podcast, Abbey talks candidly about her own personal experience with religious trauma as we finally sort through William Peter Blatty's The Exorcist III: Legion!

A list of things that will secretly make you feel insecure & eat away at your self esteem. This was only part of the list... more episodes coming on this topic.  Merch:  https://leoskepicollection.com Social Media: https://www.instagram.com/leoskepi https://www.tiktok.com/@leoskepi https://www.snapchat.com/add/leoskepi My App Positive Focus: (Apple) https://apps.apple.com/us/app/positive-focus/id1559260311 (Google) https://play.google.com/store/apps/detailsid=com.positivefocusapp&hl=en_US&gl=US&pli=1 Substack:  https://substack.com/@leoskepi?utm_so...  Business Inquiries: Team@leoskepi.com

Identifying toxins in our home is a strong step towards protecting our long-term health. So what are the culprits? How safe are our candles, deodorants, incense? Dr Yvonne Burkart is an environmental health expert and advocate known for her work in educating others about the harmful effects of everyday chemicals in beauty, personal care, and household products. In this moment, Dr Burkart dives deep into the hidden dangers lurking in the everyday products we use – from deodorants to candles – and the significant impact they have on our health. Learn practical solutions to detoxify your life and avoid these harmful chemicals where possible! Listen to the full episode here! Spotify: https://g2ul0.app.link/IViiEur7vXb Apple: https://g2ul0.app.link/EFYOPyu7vXb Watch the Episodes On YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/TheDiaryOfACEO/videos

In this episode of The Anxiety Chicks, Alison and Taylor unpack what it really means to be the “strong one” while secretly struggling with anxiety. They explore how childhood roles, family expectations, and perfectionism contribute to high-functioning anxiety and the emotional toll of constantly keeping it together. The Chicks share honest reflections and practical tools for releasing the pressure to be perfect, regulating emotions, and redefining what true strength looks like. Timestamps 02:08 Understanding the 'Strong One' Phenomenon 04:56 Family Systems and High Functioning Anxiety 14:04 The Connection Between Perfectionism and Anxiety 21:27 The Cost of Keeping It Together 25:43 Healing and Self-Discovery The Single Sisters Circle (40+) A supportive private membership community within The Anxiety Healer's Hub for single women 40+ who crave authentic connection and conversation through LIVE Chats, Online events, Interactive coaching calls, and Sisterhood support. Inside The Hub, you'll find emotional support, friendship, and tools for anxiety healing in midlife — all in a safe, stigma-free community. JOIN THE WAITLIST HERE Don't forget to rate and review The Chicks!

Not all butter is created equal. In this episode, Ben Azadi exposes the hidden truth behind popular butter brands that secretly contain toxic seed oils, rancid fats, and additives that damage your metabolism, hormones, and gut health. You'll discover: The 5 butter brands silently wrecking your health (and why) The 2 clean, grass-fed butters that actually help you burn fat How oxidized fats can stay in your body for years, blocking fat loss The truth about “natural flavor” and “spreadable” labels How to store and use real butter for better energy and metabolic health Plus, Ben shares how to detox from bad fats, the best ghee brand, and why avoiding seed oils is non-negotiable for optimal wellness.