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Welcome to "The Bible in Today's World", the show that compares today's world with the Word of God. In general and specifically, are we following the Bible in our daily walks? Is society demanding that we follow the Word of God in all that we do? Does our Almighty Father look upon us and frequently say, "Well done, good and faithful servant!" - or is He thinking of us as He thought/thinks of Sodom and Gomorrah? On today's show, we will explore EASTER!!!!! We will also play Part 1 of my interview with KIM A. LARSON: KIM A. LARSON, a Christian author from Minnesota, joined us to discuss her book, "Unraveling Fairy Tales - Learning to Live Happily Ever After". FROM HER WEBSITE: Kim Larson writes in a variety of genres, for the youngest to the oldest of readers. Her debut picture book, Goat's Boat Won't Float, will be released in the fall of 2024. She's published a devotional-style Bible study, Unraveling Fairy Tales: Learning to Live Happily Ever After, and a dozen poems and short stories in regional anthologies. When she's not writing, you may find Kim working in her garden or playing Sequence with her husband. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota with loving parents and four younger siblings. Life in the 1960s and '70s was much simpler, and my parents let us roam freely. The hayloft, farm animals, and my goofy siblings kept me entertained. Maybe that's why I didn't enjoy reading as a child—despite what this photo depicts. Thankfully, that changed in fourth grade. My teacher, Mrs. Zimmerman, read wonderful books to the class. Two of my favorites were Charlotte's Web by E. B. White, and From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg. Sensing my reluctance to read on my own, my teacher suggested I read The Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler. I loved these stories so much that I imagined becoming a writer someday. That dream lay dormant for many years—until I had children. Every night I read to my two boys before bed. I also made up stories, casting Jordan and Jesse as heroes. During the daytime, I helped people's dream of homeownership come true by originating mortgage loans. When my boys were grown, it was finally time to pursue my own dream! When I'm not writing, you may find me searching my flowerbed for monarch caterpillars. (Watch one emerge from its chrysalis here!) I collect flower and vegetable seeds in the fall to plant the following spring. I'm frugal and a homebody, so strolling no farther than my garden for fresh lettuce, cucumbers, and tomatoes brings me joy. But nothing is more important to me than my faith, family, and friends. https://kimalarson.com

In this episode of Phoenix Cast, hosts John, Rich, and Kyle are joined by special guest Capt Dan Choi for the first episode in a series about quantum technologies.  Have a listen, and let us know what you think!We'd love to hear your thoughts! Tweet us at our new handle, @ThePhoenixCast, and don't forget to join our LinkedIn Group to connect with fellow Phoenix Casters. If you enjoyed the episode, help us out by leaving one of those coveted 5-star reviews on Apple Podcasts. Thanks for listening!Links:Videos:-Introducing: Quantum 101 with Katie Mack | Playlist (Perimeter Institute)-A Brief History of Quantum Mechanics - with Sean Carroll-Companies, countries battle to develop quantum computers | 60 Minutes-Majorana 1 Explained: The Path to a Million Qubits-Understanding Quantum Information & Computation Series Trailer | Playlist (IBM)-Quantum communication | QuTech Academy-Secure quantum communication: Safe from hackers-The Quantum Internet | Stephanie Wehner | TEDxVienna-Quantum Sensing Explained | SandboxAQBooks:-What Is Real?: The Unfinished Quest for the Meaning of Quantum Physics-Something Deeply Hidden: Quantum Worlds and the Emergence of SpacetimePapers:-Quantum Information Processing, Sensing and Communications: Their Myths, Realities and Futures-Quantum Technology and the Military-Revolution or Hype? News/Blogs:-The Quantum Insider

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The Sex Tapes continueBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Back on the screen, John had flipped Sandy around so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass seductively, the camera picking up clearly how wet and well-fucked her cunt already was. Then John lined back up and Sandy let out a long, deep moan as he pushed his way deep inside her once again.His thighs slapped loudly against Sandy's ass as this mystery man fucked my step mom's best friend, and each hard thrust trigged a short moan of her pleasure. The camera looked primarily down at Sandy's ass, documenting the pistoning of John's cock in and out of her. This was fine enough, but I let out my own moan of approval when the lens turned toward Sandy's reflection in the big window.I had known Sandy for a long time. Spent time in her house, with her family; I'd seen her laugh and enjoy herself, but I had never seen her experience real pleasure. Not until that night. As the camera zoomed in on her crystal clear reflection, I was taken by the look on her face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, those big, fat breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth as John drove into her from behind; I knew the pleasure in Sandy's body was building. Stephanie's mom was going to cum.The moment was electric. Tara's hand worked my cock with purpose; each stroke ended with a twist of her precum-slick hand on my tip, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. She was jerking me off; Tara was jerking me off. And I had my fingers inside her.The tips of two slipped in and out easily, her body providing plenty of sweet fluid to help welcome me into her tight tunnel. Then I felt Tara's hand on my wrist, and she gently guided my hand into a position that produced the most pleasure for her. A long, low "Yesssss" escaped between her teeth like steam.My best friend was teaching me how to make her cum.Tara and I gasped and moaned as we pleasured each other, breaths getting more and more labored as we watched Sandy start to be overcome with sensation. "Don't you cum, don't you dare cum," she started chanting.I wanted to obey, I wanted to do what Sandy asked of me, but when Tara let out a loud, breathy yelp, and I felt the first spasms of her orgasming cunt squeeze my fingers, it was all over.Sandy's body shook, shuddered, and emitted a loud, joyous wail as her orgasm shot through her. A mantra of "yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, baby," from John guided her through her climax, his cock never leaving her trembling cunt.Tara was cumming, and it was still the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her hand on my cock had stopped stroking as her orgasm started, but it didn't matter; I was past the point of no return. She held her hand still at the base of my cock, squeezing, hanging on for dear life, and through the glorious pressure of her hand and the erotic sight of her orgasm, my balls lurched, my cock began to spasm, and pleasure washed over my person, jumping out of my cock head in hot, white streams.I moaned, I gasped, and Tara looked over, riding out the end of her orgasm, as cum poured out of my cock like lava over her hand.Finally Sandy fell forward, a heap of heavy breaths and orgasmic aftershocks, and the two of them began to laugh.Tara and I sat still, hands still locked on each others' genitals, trying through labored breaths to wrap our minds around what just happened.We looked at each other in silence."Jesus Christ," Sandy chuckled, "that cock of yours is something else!""You're so fuckin' hot, baby," John said in that southern drawl, "it's so hot when you cum for me!"Sandy laughed again, caught her breath and said "You better not have cum, mister, because this is just the beginning; you've got some work to do!" Rising to her feet gestured for John to follow her to the bedroom.The exhausted look on Tara's face couldn't hide the lust that still remained. Her nipples were still hard, her hand still held my cock. Between deep breaths I saw her lick her lips.She squeezed. I barely registered the images of Sandy and John approaching the bedroom door with giggles and laughs on the screen.Tara's body shifted toward me slightly. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, my fingers still inside my best friend's cunt, our lips started to float toward each other.This was a moment long overdue. Her glistening lips looked delicious. I couldn't wait to taste them. I couldn't wait to see what would happen after I tasted them. I couldn't wait to taste other parts of her, to feel other parts of her,, but I was going to have to.We had stopped paying attention to the video on the screen, both stuck in our own private erotic universe, but as Sandy knocked on the bedroom door, the words that followed rocketed me back to earth at light speed."What do you think," Sandy said through the door with a big smile, John making sure to film her hand still idly fluffing his cock, "are you ready for him Kel?"I froze. I whipped my head back toward the tv. It couldn't,Moans and whimpers came from behind the bedroom door, getting louder as Sandy pushed it open.There's no way,Greeting Sandy and John with a big smile was Sandy's husband Don. He was on his back on the bed, straddled by a naked woman enthusiastically riding his considerable cock."Tim, is that,” Tara said, sharing my disbelief, but I had no words, because as John brought the camera into the room and circled around the fornicating couple, his lens revealed the identity of this lusty, mystery rider.Greeting John's camera with a smile, breathlessly fucking her best friend's husband, was my step mother Kelly.A Brief detour: The history of Kelly, Sandy, & DonKelly was turning 30 years old. Like many other women her age she had hopes and dreams of what her third decade might bring, but what Kelly definitely didn't expect when she turned 30 was to be a single mother for the second time.Kelly met her first husband, Roger, in college, a friend of a friend who stepped in one night when her planned date bailed on her. Kelly didn't get out too much, always head down in her studies, and she had gone all out for this date. She did her hair, wore her tightest pants and her nicest blouse, even borrowed a push up bra from her roommate to make sure all her assets were on display.She was excited. She had met her date at a party a week or so ago, a party she almost didn't go to, save for the urging and encouragement of her best friend Sandy. The opposite of Kelly, Sandy was a social butterfly, far more interested in the more enjoyable side of college life. That's not to say Sandy wasn't a good student though. She was the gifted type who could party through the weekend and not remember any of it, while also being ready to go for an exam on Monday. Sandy and Kelly were inseparable, and Sandy had been there to help Kelly broaden her horizons ever since day one.Sandy and Kelly met the night of the first formal dance at their college. 18 years old, and away from home for the first time, Kelly was excited to share a luxurious night out with her boyfriend. High school sweethearts, they were both shy virgins when they got together. They made love for the first time one summer night after graduation, and even though it was short, and not entirely pleasurable for Kelly, it excited her to no end. She was now a sexual person, a woman, and she thought she had found her person. They had shared this intimate, intense experience, and she was sure the connection they now shared would carry them into many years of love.Unfortunately what it brought was only a couple more awkward sexual experiences together in between shifts at their respective summer jobs and an uncertainty about where their relationship was headed.Their last night together had been enjoyable enough, seemingly for both of them."Do you think maybe you could suck my dick next time?" He asked as she climbed off his softening penis, and back into the passenger seat of his car.Kelly was taken aback. Admittedly she was a little hesitant (one might even say afraid) of putting a hard penis in her mouth, of giving up that much control, but as she looked down at herself, plump tits still exposed and red from sucking, bunched up skirt barely covering her wet, swollen cunt, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong. She had taken his cock inside her and milked him with her body until he exploded, and didn't even complain or feel cheated that she once again hadn't cum herself. But apparently he was still feeling unsatisfied."Uh, sure,” she said, trying to organize all the thoughts swirling in her head, “I don't see why not."There wouldn't be a next time before they both left for college, and Kelly would be lying if she wasn't slightly relieved. Not so much because she didn't want to suck his dick, she was willing to try it if that's what he wanted, but more so because something felt off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it was something.College started, and Kelly began focussing on her studies. She did her best to talk to her boyfriend as often as possible, but as these things go, nightly turned into twice a week, which turned into weekly, which turned into bi-weekly. The dance was coming up however, and Kelly saw it as the perfect opportunity to rekindle things. They had both been focused on school (or so she thought), but the dance would be the chance for them to focus on each other, and she was ready. If he wanted his dick sucked, she was going to suck his dick.Having a boyfriend who went to a different school, Kelly wasn't on the market, but she wasn't dead either. She still had needs, and as she was a great student, her regular self-pleasure sessions became erotic study sessions. She touched herself to a wide array of "research material" she found on the internet, and as her cunt began to develop a pavlovian response to the images of a hard cock being loved on by the mouth of a beautiful woman, she began to understand it. To want it.She was looking forward to it. She fantasized about feeling the spongy head with her tongue, about feeling his hard shaft slide between her lips. She wondered how much of him she'd be able to take in her mouth, what she'd be willing to do when it came time for him to shoot his load. She wanted nothing more now than to suck her boyfriend's cock, and she was going to rock his world at the dance.Then the phone call came.Sandy was on her way to the showers, the first step in preparation for what she knew was going to be an amazing night. She was getting ready to go to the formal dance with her boyfriend Don, and she wanted everything about her look to be perfect. Sandy and Don had met at the local bar the first week of college, and they had been joined at the hip ever since. Or, more specifically, joined at the crotch. Sandy was no virgin when they met, she had her fair share of fun in high school, but there was just something different about Don. A different feeling. A different energy.Don was a junior, and wasn't looking for a new relationship. He had just had his heart broken and was out with some friends, looking only to hang out and have drinks, when across the room his eyes fell on the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life: a wild mane of dirty blonde hair; a smile that could only be described as lusty; a pert, tight ass, and two, large, supple breasts encased in a tight, low cut shirt, boiling over with deep cleavage.Suddenly he found himself wondering what those breasts felt like in his hands, what her nipples tasted like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed. He found his way over to her by the bar, where she accepted the drink he bought her with a smile. By the end of the night he found himself balls-deep in her cunt, her lovely body bent over the hood of a car. He got to feel those breasts, taste those nipples, and hear those orgasmic sounds as she spasmed around his hard cock.Don's balls began to boil, and as he announced he too was going to cum, he only then realized they were too caught up in their lust to remember a condom, but it was no matter; without missing a beat after his climactic announcement, Sandy breathlessly offered three words back: "In my mouth." This sent a surge to his balls, but it was the fourth word she choked out after catching her breath that sent him careening over the edge: “please."His cock stiffened harder than iron, and in almost a single, smooth motion, he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and Sandy melted down to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Don felt one hand on his balls and another gripping his hip, and after no more than three or four bobs of her head, his whole body tensed, and this girl he'd just met received a mouth full of hot cum.She looked in his eyes as she swallowed, and suckled gently on his softening tip as his breath came back to him. They both smiled. They both laughed. They both knew this was something special.That night was only the first of many that Sandy and Don spent together. That night had been erotic, electric, dirty and explosive, which is exactly why Sandy put the breaks on the physical stuff for the next couple weeks. Don's cock was perfect for her, and he had made her cum harder than any man had at that point, but she wasn't just looking for a quick fuck from this guy; she wanted to see if their chemistry extended outside the bedroom as well.Don was a total gentleman on their much more chaste followup dates, never pushing, never pressuring, just happy to spend time with Sandy and get to know her. It was this chivalry, on top of the fact that he was legitimately an amazing guy, that sent her home soaking wet, where she would attack her dildo with purpose, cumming long, hard, and loud into her pillow.They both knew what was in the air the night they went to watch their mutual friend play basketball for their college team. Few words were said, but few words were needed, as the smiles on their faces spoke volumes. After saying goodnight to their friends, they drove silently back to Don's apartment, slipped into the bedroom, and made long, slow, passionate love throughout the night.This time when Don gasped, and his balls pulled tight to his body, there would be no pulling out. Sandy's legs gripped him closer than ever, and she felt every pulse of his spasming cock as her body milked his cum into hers. Breath left her body and with Don's bare cock still pumping inside her, Sandy began to cum as well. It would be the first of many barriers brought down between them, and soon they would begin to explore every corner of each other's desires and fantasies, something they would continue to do deep into their eventual marriage.Sandy was excited about the dance because she was planning to explore one of those corners of fantasy that night; she wanted everything to be perfect, because she was going to give Don her anal virginity. She had had fingers, toys, even the stray tongue in there in the past, but she'd never committed to letting a cock penetrate her ass, and that night she was ready to give it to Don.As she made her way toward the showers she thought about the evening, about the act. For the first time in a while, she was nervous. She practically knew Don's cock front to back at that point, but still, anal was something totally new for her. His dick was long, and it was thick, and her ass was very tight. She wondered if he'd be able to fit it all in; what it would feel like for him to fuck her; what it would feel like when he came.A drizzle of arousal began to trickle down into Sandy's loins as she entertained the thoughts, but she was suddenly brought back to earth by the faint sounds of sobbing.Rounding the corner of the hall into the common area, she saw a cute brunette curled up on the couch, her head in her knees, doing her best to muffle the sounds of her sadness."Hey, are you ok?" Sandy inquired. With a long sniffle and a start, the brunette picked her head up, and Sandy and Kelly met for the first time.The two clicked instantly, sitting and talking as Kelly vented her frustrations and sadness about her boyfriend. Not only would he not be coming to the dance, but he was breaking up with her."He said we had grown apart," Kelly said through sniffles, "but I could tell it was something else. I knew there had been something else for a while, so I kept pushing, and finally,” she trailed off."Was there someone else?" Sandy asked, placing a comforting hand on Kelly's knee. Kelly nodded."And there had been for a while. Some skank from our high school - he had been cheating on me since before we even left for college!" Kelly said angrily,"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry!""And I know why, too; Christ, it all makes sense now; I mean I had, I mean we had, a few times, but I never, and he found some skank who WOULD!"Sandy was admittedly a little confused, but also found Kelly's shyness very cute. "I'm not sure I follow, sweetie, what are you; ""He broke up with me because I wouldn't suck his dick." Kelly just blurted out."Oh!" Sandy said, seeing things clearer now. "So you never, ""No, we Did, and that's the thing! We had sex! Multiple times! And he still wasn't satisfied! And I mean neither was I, but you didn't hear me complaining,” she said with a chuckle as she wiped her nose."So wait, he never made you cum?" Sandy said, Kelly's eyes going wide at the unexpected candor of her language."Nope." Kelly shook her head"Never? Not even doing other stuff?""Nope.""So let me get this straight," Sandy began, taking all the info in, "this guy, who never made you cum, ever, but who got to experience all the pleasures your body had to give him, broke up with you because you wouldn't put his sad little pecker in your mouth?"

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Episodes 816-820 of Passions with returning guest host Karen (@Karen4america) Join the Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/c/passionspodcastLeave a tip or follow on social media: https://linktr.ee/PassionspodcastRecap via Soapcentral.com September 23 to 27, 2002Beth tried to prevent Antonio from catching Luis and Sheridan together. Antonio, however, passed out upon seeing the two in an intimate situation. Chad and Whitney felt badly for keeping their affair a secret. TC had flashbacks brought on by a room at the Crane mansion. Tabitha cast a spell to have TC's father appear to him again. Theresa plotted to use the time Ethan was spending with her as a way to get closer to him. Sensing evil, Charity left the hospital and arrived at the party in time to get an eye-full from Miguel and Kay. Kay attempted to tell Charity she slept with Miguel. Sam and Ivy, along with David and Grace, experienced a "what might have been" vision. Sam and Ivy shared a passion-filled kiss, as did David and Grace. David admitted to Grace that he loved her. Sam accused Grace of wanting to be with David.

In this deeply expansive episode, I sit down with Carol J. Obley—gifted psychic medium and author of "The Art of Sensing" — A Guide for Staying True to Your Soul's Journey Through Challenging Times". This is a conversation for the seekers, the sensitive, the awakening, and anyone feeling the pull to go deeper.Carole and I start with the exploration of her journey to awakening and discovering her own powerful gifts to diving into the most profound truths about the nature of reality, the essence of spirituality, and what it really means to receive messages from beyond.You'll hear insights on:   •   Universal spiritual laws and how they govern our lives   •   Astrology as a soul map for your personal evolution   •   The frequency of spirit communication and how to access it   •   Understanding inspiration as divine guidance from your spiritual teamTune in and reconnect with the truth that you are never alone—your guides, your soul, and the universe are always speaking. All you have to do is ask and listen.BUY HER BOOK: CLICK LINKThe Art of Sensing: A Guide for Staying True to Your Soul's Journey through Challenging Times: Obley, Carole J.: 9781803417080: Amazon.com: BooksREACH OUT FOR A PRIVATE READING: CLICK LINKhttps://www.soulvisions.net/Please leave a RATING or REVIEW (on your podcast listening platform) or Subscribe to my YouTube Channel Follow me or subscribe to the F.A.T.E. podcast click here:https://linktr.ee/f.a.t.e.podcastIf you have a story of spiritual awakening that you would like to tell, email me at fromatheismtoenlightenment@gmail.com

Manufacturing is wrought with safety devices. As we progress further along with cobots and mixing humans and automation together, presence sensing becomes more important, not only for operations, but for functional safety. In this episode of Control Intelligence, written by contributing editor Tobey Strauch, editor in chief Mike Bacidore discusses machine safety, specifically presence-sensing technologies.

Stephanie wants answersBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.As the get together wound down, I hung back and helped clean up. Denny attempted to do the same, but was finally hustled out of the house by Roberto, who needed a ride home. It was Just Christine and I now, and as we finished tidying up, we sat alone by the shallow end of the pool as the sun got low in the sky."They're a nice group of kids," I said, kicking my feet in the water, "that Denny guy really has the hots for you, huh?"She smiled an embarrassed smile and swiped her long hair back behind her ear."He's harmless. He has the hots for everyone. He and Talia dated for a hot second, but I think she might have been too much bite for his bark.""Yeah, she's something else," I said with a chuckle, "really nice, she cornered me over by the pizza and wouldn't let me leave till we exchanged screen names."Christine laughed, but there was a hesitation to her laugh; a reticence. Had that cold pang of jealousy possibly hit her deep inside like it had me?"So what's going on, Tim, you clearly have something on your mind," she said with a kind timber to her smoky voice."I did, I do. It's, Stephanie.""The girl from the limo?" she said, shifting her hips as one long leg dangled down in the water. Christine knew Stephanie as my prom date. As "the girl from the limo" ;  the girl she saw passionately sucking my cock that night."Yeah," I said.I swear I saw her lightly lick her lips.From there, I just vented fully. I told her everything. The whole story, from the first time I heard Stephanie's orgasmic moans to the night in the limo, to my fracture with Tara, to the first time we had sex, all the way through to the events of last night, Christine listened to it all closely and intently."I'm sorry, that was, a lot," I said timidly once I finished."No, no, don't apologize," she said as she scooted herself closer to me. She placed her hand on my hand. "This is all really emotionally complex, I totally get how much it's been weighing on you. It sounds to me like you were willing to let Stephanie play some games with you, maybe you even enjoyed it, but once she started affecting other people you cared about it became too much, which is all totally understandable." I felt the soft waves made by her dangling leg against my calf. "It sounds to me like she's a very self conscious person, Tim; she wants to protect herself from getting hurt, but she took it too far. I've always thought honesty was the best option. You need to tell Stephanie how you feel, because right now it's up to her to make it right.""Yeah, I don't know, I'm not really interested in talking to her right now." I said, feeling Christine's thumb stroking the back of my hand."When you're ready, of course. Just try not to live with regret, whatever you do.""Thanks, Christine, you're a great friend," I said, pulling her hand up to my mouth to kiss it."My pleasure. You've listened to my struggles enough times, I'm happy to listen to yours for once."Her struggles. I suddenly remembered her struggles. That internal conflict between the godly and the carnal that caused her to break up with her boyfriend in an attempt to stay pure, and led her to the front seat of my car, a spasming cunt, and a mouthful of my cock."And how is 'your struggle,'" I floated.I felt her wading foot brushing my leg as it glided back and forth in the water."I'm, losing," she said, looking up at me with an unmistakable look in her eyes: lust. "But I think I've found a new approach."This time there was no missing her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips. Her loose button down had fallen off one shoulder, giving me a tantalizing peak at her bikini top."I have desires, needs," she began as she started to run her hand up and down my forearm very suggestively, "I know I can't deny them, but I think I can at least deal with them responsibly, if I have someone responsible who can help me."My cock surged to life."Are you a responsible person, Tim?" she said as her eyes bore a hole through me. My friend, the pastor's daughter, the churchiest girl I knew, was asking me something very, very sinful. And it was hot as fuck."Extremely." I croaked out."There are just certain, rules, we have to abide by, ok?" She said, her breath getting slightly ragged."Ok, Like what kind of rules?" I said, pulse quickening."We can't have sex, in fact I can't let you touch my body at all,” she said, dropping her head. My enthusiasm dropped. I wanted nothing but to run my hands all over her gorgeous body, feel how wet she undoubtedly was.Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine as she finished her statement.“ but everything from the neck up is fair game."My eyebrows shot up as quickly as my cock."Does that work for you? Are you willing to help me get through the summer?" she said, running her hands over my arm faster, practically jerking it off."Why me?" I asked dumbly. She was my friend, I knew how difficult this all had been for her, and I didn't want my cock to do the thinking for me here."Because I trust you," she said in that smoky, erotic voice of hers, "I know you won't cross any line I don't want to cross. I know you'll be, respectful." That last line had enough syrup on it for a whole stack of pancakes."The neck up is fair game?" I said, hardly believing the offer in front of me. All thoughts of Stephanie were gone from my head as I took in the sight of this wanton, lusty church girl dying for release.Her small bosom rose and fell heavily as she looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded.I decided to put things to the test. My eyes never leaving hers, I slowly reached over with my free hand and softly caressed the curve of her face. Her eyes shut. She exhaled a heavy sigh.I gently ran my thumb over her glistening lips, feeling how soft they were. I felt Christine shake as a chill ran through her. I circled them slowly, as if asking a question.Christine's eyes opened slowly. She looked at me, and as if answering that question, parted her lips and took my entire thumb into her wet mouth with a low moan.Now it was my turn to shudder as a chill ran through my body.Christine's hands slid up and held my wrist steady as she worked my thumb in and out of her mouth slowly. Eyes closed as if in rapture, she lolled my thumb around in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, savoring every inch that she dragged her lips along.My pulse was racing, my breath was shallow, and my cock was rock hard, desperately fighting to get out of my swim trunks.The light of the low sun behind her framed her in a golden glow, her lovely hair bouncing ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze. Her exposed shoulder rocked forward as she sucked, daring me to touch her perfect skin. Her rigid nipples protruded sharply against the fabric of her bathing suit.Looking at this wanton beauty in front of me, this creature of goodness, haunted by repressed lust, I had had enough. I didn't want to take advantage, but she had rationalized it enough in her own head. This is what she wanted. And she wanted me, trusted me, to be the one to help her.How could I ever refuse?My thumb slipped out of her wet mouth with a slight slurp, I reached my fingers back along her face to the back of her neck, and pulled her gently, but firmly, into a hot kiss.A sigh of relief leapt out of her body excitedly as our lips touched, and almost instantly I felt the warm wriggle of her tongue plunge into my mouth. It was neeful. It was aggressive.I felt her hand grip the inside of my thigh. I groaned in pleasure, and my hand slipped down onto the flat of her upper chest.Christine immediately pulled away from our kiss."I'm serious, Tim, really, neck up only." She said assertively, but not angrily."I'm sorry, it was an accident, really," I stammered. She understood my dilemma. This was new to both of us, and there was going to be a bit of an adjustment period. "But I mean, at the same time,” I said, gesturing down to her hand gripping my inner thigh mere inches below my balls.She smiled a coy, sexy smile, and leaned in close enough to whisper "The rules are You can't touch Me below the neck." I felt her hand start to slide up my thigh. "Is that going to be ok with you?"My cock surged at the double standard. The church had taught her well.I slowly slipped my hand up the back of her neck, and lightly grasped a hand full of her long, brown hair right at the root."So this is ok?" I said, pulling slightly.Christine's mouth hung open as she gasped."Yes," she said through ragged breath, "very ok."I matched her smile with my own and pulled her back in for another kiss.Our tongues sparred breathlessly again, and her hand slipped closer to my balls.Gripping her hair tighter, I tipped her head back, revealing her long, elegant neck. A devilish smile broke out on her lips with an accompanying gasp.I leaned in and began peppering my lips and tongue all over the soft exposed flesh of her neck. From the hollow above her collar bone up to the tip of her chin, I treated her entire neck the same way I treated Stephanie's cunt, and by the sounds Christine was making, it was having a similar effect.Her hand finally gripped my balls through my trunks. She squeezed. I moaned. I felt her throat shuffle beneath my lips as she swallowed some air in near rapture.Suddenly Christine pushed me back, and in a flash she was on top of me. Straddling my hips, our lips met again, but this time there was a new sensation: pressed tight against my cock, gyrating, grinding, was Christine's hot cunt, covered only by the thin material of bathing suit bottoms and short shorts.My hands still tight in her hair, I tipped her head back again, redoubling my efforts on her neck with my lips and tongue as the preacher's daughter rubbed her cunt against my iron-hard cock. I could tell from the way her hands gripped and grabbed at me that pleasure was shooting through her young body.This was going to be tougher than she thought to play by her rules, I think. This girl clearly wanted to fuck.As if she read my mind, Christine all of a sudden rolled herself off of me, and each sucked in air catching our breath. We chuckled at what was transpiring between us, two friends from church, and I watched as Christine ran a cleansing hand around her face, down her neck, over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and down between her legs before quickly pulling away. It made me a little bit sad to see how quickly she removed her hand from between her legs. Christine was clearly a very sexual girl, but her upbringing and religion made her push that part of her so far down. I wondered if she had ever even masturbated before.Wanting nothing more than to make her feel good now, I leaned back in toward her, but her hand on my chest stopped my advancement. She gently pushed me back to my seated position, legs dangling in the water.Dipping in to kiss me once, that devilish smile returned to the church girl's face, and in one smooth motion she slipped her lithe body into the water of the pool.Being in the shallow end, the water barely came up to the crotch of her pants. As she waded her way over to me, the waves lapped at her ass deliciously.There was a fire in her eyes now of pure want. Running her hands impatiently up my thighs, she grasped onto the waistband of my swim trunks and began to pull. Not wanting to stand in the way of what this girl needed, I lifted my hips and shimmied slightly as Christine removed my pants completely, freeing my hard, straining cock to the warm evening air.Never taking my eyes off my proud, erect cock, Christine pushed my legs apart, and sank to her knees between them. A single step ran along the bottom edge of the pool, and when on her knees, this brought the warm, lapping water right up to the bottom of her small breasts, and put her in perfect cocksucking position.But there was something else as well. Before she even touched me, Christine's eyes closed breathlessly, and a pleasurable grin pulled at her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, and I watched her shift and gyrate as if searching for the perfect position. When her eyes shot open with a gasp and I felt her nails dig into my thighs I knew she had found it: Christine had positioned herself perfectly so the pulsing spray of the pool jet hit her directly on the clit.Invigorated by the new source of pleasure, her hands closed in on me from either side, and I finally felt Christine's fingers wrap around the length of my dick.Now it was my turn to moan.Her hands played with me gently, stroking my shaft, squeezing my big, full balls, all while the pool jets peppered her cunt with a constant stream of pressurized water. She giggled, she smiled. She shook with small euphoric shocks.My cock still in her hands, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Almost like a signal that things were about to really heat up, she pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips wet, dropped her head down and took the tip of my cock into her salivating mouth.I gasped loudly.Holding my shaft and balls firmly, not stroking, not squeezing, Christine suckled at the head of my cock with delight. Pressure built in my tip, flaring it out purple and desperate. Her lips and tongue danced around it like she was desperately trying to save a melting ice cream.The entire universe was in the swollen end of my cock, and Christine made a meal out of it. Wet tongue sliding in circles around it, teasing the underside, closed lips sucking in short bursts like I was her own personal lollipop; it felt amazing.I was squirming with each suckle, with each lash of her tongue, and the building pressure made my tip extremely sensitive. It wasn't going to make me cum, but it was an overwhelming sensation of acute pleasure I had never quite experienced before.

------------------ SHOW NOTES ------------------ Episode Number: 388 Episode Title: Life At A Crossroads - Your Practical Action Plan For Major Life Changes Introduction: In this powerful episode, we explore navigating life's major transitions and identify three key signs that indicate you're ready for change. Whether you're feeling stuck, confused, or seeking a new direction, this episode provides actionable steps and practical tools to help you move forward confidently. Podcast Highlights: [00:54] Introduction and overview of life transitions [01:36] Sign #1: Feeling lost and confused about what's next [02:19] Action plan for gaining clarity [03:31] Sign #2: Inner craving for positive change [04:43] Implementation strategies for creating change [06:03] Sign #3: Loss of purpose and meaning [06:37] Skills inventory and value assessment [08:05] Final thoughts and call to action Connect With Pascale: Website: www.pascalegibon.com Email: pascalegibon.com/contact ------------------- Table of Contents: 1. Understanding Life's Crossroads 2. Three Signs You Need Change 3. Practical Implementation Steps 4. Creating Your Action Plan   Detailed Discussion: Understanding Life's Crossroads Life transitions are natural periods of transformation that everyone experiences. While challenging, these moments of change represent significant opportunities for growth and realignment with our true purpose. Recognizing these moments and responding with intentional action rather than resistance is crucial. Three Signs You Are At A Crossroad: Sign #1: Feeling Lost and Confused - Experiencing mental or emotional fog - Uncertainty about next steps - Feeling disconnected from life's purpose Action Steps: - Life area assessment - Priority identification - Goal setting in specific areas   Sign #2: Inner Craving for Positive Change - Feeling stuck in repetitive patterns - Sensing misalignment with current life - Desiring more but uncertain about direction Implementation Strategy: - Habit audit - Joy vs. Heavy activity assessment - Replacement plan development   Sign #3: Loss of Purpose - Disconnection from authentic self - Lack of meaning in daily activities - Desire for deeper fulfilment Recovery Plan: - Skills Inventory - Value Assessment - Implementation Timeline   Creating Your Action Plan Practical steps for implementing change: 1. Weekly planning structure 2. Accountability measures 3. Progress tracking 4. Regular evaluation and adjustment   Conclusion: Life's crossroads are not obstacles but opportunities for growth and transformation. By recognizing the signs of needed change and following a structured approach to implementation, you can navigate these transitions with confidence and purpose. Remember, you don't need to have all the answers today - focus on taking one intentional step at a time toward your desired future. Key Takeaways: - Change requires structured action - Start with one area of focus - Create measurable goals - Implement accountability systems - Track progress consistently - Adjust strategies as needed   Next Steps: 1. Complete the life area assessment 2. Set your first three action steps 3. Schedule your weekly review 4. Join our community for support and accountability Remember: Every journey begins with a single step. Your transformation starts today, and you have the power to take that first step towards change. ………………………... 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ABOUT THE EVERYDAY LIFE BALANCE SHOW ……………………………………………………………... Welcome to the Everyday Life Balance Show, the podcast dedicated to men and women who want to cultivate greater harmony and balance in every aspect of their lives on a mental, physical and spiritual level. Every Monday, you will gain exclusive access to invaluable insights, practical tools and strategies shared by esteemed experts in various fields ranging from wellness and personal development to life fulfilment, happiness and success. And, of course, your trusted host Pascale Gibon, an authority in her own right as a #1 Amazon bestselling author and “Freedom Coach”. Pascale's unwavering mission is to serve and guide you towards happiness, leading you to discover profound joy, inner peace and balance. With every episode, she invites you to embark on a transformative journey, one step at a time, as you weave a tapestry of a life truly well-lived. 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I'm talking about navigating life's transitions, and I'll give you actionable steps and practical tools you can implement immediately. Let's break this down into three clear, unmistakable signs that you're at a turning point in your life and how to navigate through it gracefully. Sign #1: You Feel Lost and Confused About What's Next You know that nagging sensation when nothing makes sense anymore? When you stare at your life, it's like a puzzle with missing pieces. You don't know what path to follow. At a crossroads, it's common to experience a mental or emotional fog. You might be asking yourself questions like, "What am I meant to be doing next?" Or "Why does this no longer feel right?" This confusion isn't something to fear; it's actually a call for more clarity and alignment in your life. Here's your action plan: Get crystal clear about what your heart yearns for. 1.  Grab a notebook or journal right now 2.  List your life areas: Career, Health, Relationships, Finance, Personal Growth 3.  Rate each area from a scale 1-10 4.  Circle the lowest-scoring area That's your starting point. Allow some space for stillness so that the answers you seek begin to reveal themselves. Don't try to fix everything at once. Trust that you're not broken; you are becoming. Pick the one area that scored the least points and set three specific, measurable goals. For example, if it's your relationship, your goal might be to improve communication with your partner, do more activities together, and communicate more often with your family and friends. Whatever your action steps are, put them down on paper because what gets written gets done. Now that we've explored the feeling of confusion, let's move on to sign number two, which is equally powerful but often hidden—your inner craving for change even if you're not sure what that is yet. Sign #2: Your Inner Craving For Positive Change – Even If You're Not Sure What That Is Yet There comes a moment, quiet but insistent, when you realise that the life you've been living no longer fits who you're becoming. It might not be loud or dramatic – it might just be a subtle nudge, a whisper from within that says: "There's something more for you." Maybe your days feel repetitive, or your work no longer excites you. Being at a crossroads is a sign that you're growing. That deep sense of misalignment is your inner wisdom calling you toward a life that reflects your next level of growth. You're like a butterfly ready to break free from that cocoon, but maybe you're a little scared of spreading your wings. And guess what? We expect uncertainty. Here is the truth: change isn't always easy, no matter how simple it seems. As creatures of habit, we love our comfort zones, like I love a delicious matcha tea. Trust that something beautiful is unfolding, and here's your three-step implementation strategy that really works: 1. Audit your current habits: Track everything you do for three days 2. Identify what works and doesn't – what brings you joy? what feels heavy? 3. Create a specific replacement plan for each habit that doesn't serve you. Here are some tips regarding change management: Tip#1: Positive change requires consistent effort, therefore you need to block out specific times in your calendar Tip #2: You need accountability - find a partner or join a group Tip #3: Track your progress daily - use a habit-tracking app or simple spreadsheet Tip #4: Plan for obstacles - create if-then scenarios for common challenges Tip #5: Transformation begins with awareness, and awareness leads to inspired action. And lastly, Sign #3: You've Lost Your Sense of Purpose This last sign hits us deeply—you feel like your life has lost its meaning. You look in the mirror and barely recognise that person staring back at you. Where did that sparkly-eyed, enthusiastic version of you go? They're still there, trust me. They're just waiting for you to dig a little deeper into your essence and come back triumphant. The concrete actions you need to take are to reconnect with your purpose, passion, and mojo! Place your hand on your heart, take a deep breath, and ask yourself: What part of me is longing for more ease, joy, and authenticity? 1st task – Do a skills inventory: ·     List everything you're good at ·     Note what people compliment you on ·     Identify what gets you in flow. What can you do for hours without getting tired? 2nd task -  Assess Your Values ·     Write down your top five values ·     Rate how well your current life aligns with each ·     Create specific actions to increase alignment 3rd task -  Create an Implementation Timeline: Week 1: Allow some time for self-exploration Week 2: Test one new activity that aligns with your top values Week 3: Evaluate and adjust your performance Week 4: Commit to regular practice Remember, this isn't about perfection but consistent progress. Start with a tiny change today. Open your calendar now and block out 30 minutes for your first action step. Being at a turning point isn't a crisis; it's an invitation. While things may seem uncertain right now, it's an invitation to clarify your values, re-ignite your dreams, and make empowered decisions that honour who you are becoming. Before we wrap up this episode, could you do something for me? If you feel you're at a crossroads, take a moment to ask yourself: ·     “Who do I need to be to create the life I desire?” ·     “Where am I called to grow, even if I can't see the full path yet?” You don't need to have all the answers today. Just take the next gentle step with loving intention. If your heart whispered 'yes' during this episode, I invite you to share this message with someone who may also be standing at a crossroads. Let's rise together! Until next time, I'm sending you lots of love and light.

Episode 111 - Carole J. Obley explores the sixth sense, intuition, the ego vs. the soul, and the power of awakening each soul to inspire global transformation through the Art of Sensing. Disclaimer: Please note that all information and content on the UK Health Radio Network, all its radio broadcasts and podcasts are provided by the authors, producers, presenters and companies themselves and is only intended as additional information to your general knowledge. As a service to our listeners/readers our programs/content are for general information and entertainment only.  The UK Health Radio Network does not recommend, endorse, or object to the views, products or topics expressed or discussed by show hosts or their guests, authors and interviewees.  We suggest you always consult with your own professional – personal, medical, financial or legal advisor. So please do not delay or disregard any professional – personal, medical, financial or legal advice received due to something you have heard or read on the UK Health Radio Network.

People's hearts and character are most predominantly displayed through their actions, and Jesus's heart is no different. Join us this week at Bridge Church as we examine the triumphant entry on Palm Sunday, how it helps us sense who Jesus is, and how that inspires us to this day.  

Sensing into and experiencing an intimate check-in with Self keeps our bodies and brains in tune with the constant connection and weaving of Infinite consciousness into the finiteness of being…

Send us a textIn this heart-opening episode, Andrea Atherton is joined by the soulful and intuitive guide, Saranam Mark Greenberg, for a transformative conversation on choosing love with clarity, intention, and inner wisdom. Together, they explore how subtle energies, dream messages, and conscious self-awareness can serve as guiding lights in the realm of romantic connection. Listeners are invited into a deeper understanding of how to attune to their body's intuitive language—learning to feel safety, regulation, and resonance before the mind begins to shape a narrative. Andrea opens with a personal reflection of intuitive clarity in love, setting the stage for a rich and meaningful exploration of what it truly means to choose love consciously.As the conversation deepens, Andrea and Saranam reveal the often-unspoken truth that we feel energy long before we understand someone logically. They offer practical tools for developing energetic discernment—such as grounding, breathwork, and tuning in to the body's cues—to help us distinguish between anxiety and authentic connection. Dreams are also explored as sacred messengers from the subconscious, offering symbolic insight into relational dynamics and hidden truths. Through intentional dreamwork practices such as journaling and inquiry, listeners learn how to tap into a wellspring of wisdom that transcends everyday awareness.The episode culminates in a profound invitation to connect with sexual energy not just as physical desire, but as a spiritual and creative life force. Andrea and Saranam discuss how sacred sexuality can become a pathway to higher intuition, manifestation, and connection with the divine. They explore the ways in which insight and guidance can be accessed not only through dreams or the body, but also through connection with realms beyond the physical plane—spiritual allies, ancestral wisdom, or higher self. If you've longed to feel more empowered, intuitive, and spiritually attuned in your approach to love and partnership, this episode offers both inspiration and grounded practices to guide your journey. Stay tuned until the end for an invitation to share your dreams, insights, and stories—and to learn more about Andrea's offerings for conscious relationship coaching and intuitive dating support.Saranam Mark Greenberg https://www.saranam.us  https://www.youtube.com/@saranammarkgreenberg30-minute Consultation with Andrea https://www.andreaatherton.com/booking-calendarAndrea Atherton Websitehttps://www.andreaatherton.com/Love Anarchy Websitehttps://www.andreaatherton.com/podcasthttps://loveanarchypodcast.buzzsprout.comLove Anarchy Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/loveanarchypodcast/Andrea Atherton Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/andreaatherton-17/

From an early age, Chris Law remembers the church being the center of family life, as his parents quietly but faithfully served their local body. This example of selfless, hardworking love shaped his childhood, and after confessing Christ at age six, Chris's love for the church grew. Sensing a calling for pastoral ministry, he attended the Master's College where he met his future wife Jennifer. Once married, Chris selfishly only wanted a small family, but God changed his heart as he grew in faith and reverence for the Scriptures. Chris is now the father of seven and serves as the pastor of Geneva Lakes Church in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.

 Have you ever wondered what it is like to live with psychic abilities every day? Well, today you are in for a treat, I am speaking with Melissa Ferrazzano, psychic medium, paranormal investigator and dedicated cemetery worker. Melissa shares the struggles of living with psychic abilities as a child and teen, what it is like to work as a burial coordinator and how she uses her keen mediumship skills during paranormal investigations to unpack the occurrences in haunted locations. MELISSA'S CONTACT DETAILS:MEDIUMSHIP READINGS: psychicmediumautumn.comPARANORMAL INVESTIGATIONS: phantomdetectives.orghttps://www.instagram.com/phantomdetectivesllc/Send us a textTRANSCRIPT AVAILABLE: https://perfectlyparanormal.buzzsprout.com/2126749Click on the link above, choose your episode & click on transcript, enjoy :)LIKE THIS EPISODE? Follow and leave a review on Apple Podcasthttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/perfectly-paranormal/id1669474568SHARE YOUR PARANORMAL STORY: Email Anna: spiritualbeing44@gmail.com and your stories can be included in my podcast. Names are changed to protect your privacy. PARANORMAL AND FULL HOUSE CLEANSING:Visit my website: https://www.spiritualbe-ing.com.au/services/house-healing/MORE PARANORMAL INFORMATIONMy Youtube Channel playlist: The Spooky Stuff @paranormalspecialistMY BOOK - THE DARKNESS AROUND USA definitive guide to understanding dark beings & why they are here: Available on Amazon.com.au - type - The Darkness Around Us Anna SchmidtINTRO AND OUTRO MUSIC: Pixabay.com - Deep in the dell by Geoff Harvey, Creepy whispering by Raspberry Tickle Creepy music box by Modification1089, Terror...

Chapter 3: Stephanie's mom gets down and Tim fucks up.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.A little while back, on one of the warmer days that pop up in the early spring, I had gone out for a run. I liked running. It was a great way to clear my head of all the usual junk that weighs heavily on the mind of a high school senior. It was also the only other method of stress relief that worked besides jerking off, which on that day I had made a conscious attempt not to do.Running didn't stop my mind from still casually wandering in a more hormone-inspired direction, however. I thought about the color of lip gloss Suzie Travino wore to school the other day, and how hot it was that those same lips came so close to sucking on my friend Tara's cunt. As straight-laced and book minded as they come, the thought that even the class valedictorian was no match for Tara's dark eyes and oozing sexuality was very arousing. It was even more arousing to wonder whether Suzie's boyfriend Mike knew his girlfriend might be a "two sport athlete."Mostly, though, my dirty mind wandered to Sarah, the gorgeous redhead who lived next door, and who was the object of all of my strongest unrequited affection. I had considered asking her to prom, but seeing as we hardly knew each other, I assumed it was a long shot at best. Still, seeing her in a form fitting prom dress, fiery hair done up, perfect breasts held high by colorful fabric, flawless lipstick accenting her luminescent smile, would be a highlight, whether she was there with me, or with someone else. I thought about who that someone else might be, and whether he might be lucky enough to see her prom dress bunched up on his floor, or feel her perfectly painted lips slide up and down his cock.Tired and sweaty, I returned home to find my front door locked. I patted myself down, but in my haste to get out the door, I had once again forgotten my keys. Looking out to the street I saw that Sandy and Don's car was parked in its usual spot, so I decided to make my way up to their unit.Knocking once, there was no answer. I tried the handle, and found it was locked as well. Normally I would have just found somewhere else to go, but my legs were aching, I desperately needed a glass of water, and they had given me an open invitation to their home, whether or not they were there. That was enough justification for my sweaty, over-exerted brain, so I grabbed the key under the mat and went in.The house was quiet. I knew Stephanie would be at work, and I assumed Sandy and Don had taken their other car out together. The front door opened into the kitchen, so I wandered toward the sink in search of water. Grabbing a pint glass, I held it under the faucet, my hand on the knob, but just before I turned it, my ears perked up as a long moan floated down the hallway. A deep moan. A man's moan. I froze.Another deep moan, longer this time.Glass still in hand, I moved silent toward the doorway that led to the hall, and paused. Another moan, punctuated with a long, drawn out "Fuck," followed closely by a smokey, feminine voice asking "yeah, does that feel good?"That was definitely Sandy's voice.I could have left. I SHOULD have left. I should have quietly left them to their privacy and waited outside for Kelly to come home and let me in. That's what a rational mind would do. I, however, was not thinking rationally. Between my post-run exhaustion and the growing tightness in my shorts, my voyeuristic, animal brain took over, and I slowly, quietly started my way down the hallway toward the sound, cock first.The moans continued as I moved silently through the darkened hallway, my body vibrating at the forbidden thrill of what I was doing. Sandy's encouraging dirty talk continued guiding me toward the living room entryway."Umm yeah, you like that, don't you?" she cooed. A long masculine moan answered. My gaze rounded the slight corner of the entryway, falling into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks. My awkward angle caused the majority of the scene to be obscured, but what I could see were bare legs, a man's legs, splayed out from the edge of a comfortable easy chair.Between those legs knelt Sandy.Her blonde hair done up in a messy bun that reminded me of Stephanie, Sandy knelt on a pillow, wearing nothing but a black G-string. Her hands were slowly running up and down the considerable length of a thick, hard cock. Glistening and wet, she treated this cock like it was a work of art, cooing as her hands explored every ridge and bump, periodically encouraging a sudden throb followed by a pleasurable grunt. As the work of her gliding hands drew out another deep, prolonged moan of pleasure, a big, warm smile formed on her lips. The same big, warm smile I had seen countless times at neighborhood cookouts, or hanging out in the kitchen with my step mom Kelly. Her lips formed that smile, and then opened wide as she lowered her head, taking the bulbous tip of the glistening cock into her mouth. He gasped. She moaned.Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of this big, thick piece of meat in her mouth, her head started to bob up and down in time with her stroking hands. They moved slowly, as one, twisting and sucking, accenting the pattern with a slight slurping sound whenever she reached the tip. Masculine moans mixed with the higher-pitched moans of her equal pleasure. It was quite clear that Sandy, the friendly housewife, genuinely loved to suck cock. My own cock was hard and desperate for release as it throbbed against the confines of my tight athletic shorts.Her mouth came off the end of his cock with a pop, and she smiled at him while still stroking. Then, removing her hands, she squeezed both of his big balls gently, and took the entire length of cock right down her throat. I almost audibly gasped, but I stopped myself. My hand drifted down and squeezed my full balls.A loud masculine moan, and a long "Fuck me!" followed as she slid back up to the tip, rolling her tongue around the head, then sinking the big cock all the way down her throat a second, third, fourth, fifth time.This was an intensely intimate experience between two adults. I knew I did not belong there, but I was completely entranced. Of course Sandy was a sexual person, she and Don had a very flirtatious relationship full of ass pinches and P D A, but my whole being was transfixed by the knowledge that this sweet woman could deepthroat a cock like a pro. I should have left, but instead I stayed, and continued rubbing my hard dick through my shorts.In my time as a horned-up virgin, I had spent many, many hours masturbating, becoming fluent in all manner of pornography. As anyone does, I developed my own fetishes and preferences for the kinds of acts and images that really got me going. After discovering a love for large, natural breasts and oral sex videos, I surprised myself the night an extra intense orgasm revealed to me an intense preference for cumshots and facials. The one act that was an absolute favorite of mine, however, was one that combined all of my fairly vanilla fetishes into one: when a woman would wrap her luscious breasts around a hard, wet cock, and fuck it with her tight cleavage until the inevitable white eruption.This is why I didn't leave. Because after a final, long sheathing with her throat that left that large cock coated in thick saliva still stringing to her lip, Sandy rose up higher, leaned in, and with a broad, lusty smile squeezed her buoyant tits around that cock, and started to slowly slide them up and down. This is why, watching my upstairs neighbor, the organizer of the soccer team bake sale, fuck this long, throbbing cock between her heavy mature tits, I reached into my pants, released my own cock, and started stroking along in time.Sandy was moaning with every hot stroke. A smile on her face, she kept eye contact with her obscured partner as her body writhed up and down, milking this cock closer and closer toward orgasm. She cooed when the fat, straining head would peek out through her cleavage on the down stroke, and occasionally she would dip her tongue down and lick it, smiling that lusty smile every time. Don was a lucky man.The masculine moans were getting longer and louder. Those legs she knelt between started to twitch and stretch. Sandy picked up her pace. So did I. I was awash with forbidden eroticism, not only in what I was witnessing, but in the danger inherent in what I was doing. I should stop. Now.All reason left my mind as they reached a fever pitch, both breaths growing rabid and wanton. He was close. So was I.It was then that he suddenly pushed Sandy back and stood up, his cock proud and dominant, reaching toward her gasping face. She sank back on her heels and looked up at him. I followed her eyes up, and internally gasped myself as I saw the face of the man standing over her, a man who was most definitely not her husband Don!With one of her hands caressing his swollen balls while the other milked his straining cock, Sandy tipped her head back. She started furiously stroking, and the mystery man began grunting and shaking, all the while Sandy whispered erotic words of encouragement."That's it, cum for me,” My pace increased, my heart a jackhammer in my chest and in my cock.“ give it to me, give me your load,” The man reached his boiling point, and put his free hand on the side of her head to steady himself. The hand on his cock was a blur, and a long, drawn out moan snaked out of his throat just as Sandy gave one final instruction: "Cum for me."Eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth wide as the first jet of hot love careened out of his pulsing cockhead, drawing a long, white slash from her chin to her hairline.Her open mouth smiled and she squealed in excitement as two, three, four, five, thick ropes of cum splattered recklessly into her mouth and onto her lips and chin.Remembering the pint glass in my hand, I quickly placed it over the head of my screaming prick as the sight of Sandy dripping in cum triggered my own orgasm. Pleasure surged through me as I painted the inside of the glass, desperately trying to stay silent as I throbbed through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.I looked back at the semen-splattered Sandy, thick strands dripping off her chin onto the swell of her fantastic breasts. She closed her cum-filled mouth, and I saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She then took his still spasming cock into her mouth and lovingly sucked him clean as his breathing began its trek back to normalcy.I too was coming down, and in a haze I took one final look at this gorgeous, love-stained creature, so satisfied with a job well done.I froze as I heard a third voice."Oh my God, baby, that was so fucking hot" bellowed out from a place in the room I couldn't see. Then, stepping into my eye line was Don, her husband! He was just as naked as the others, his own generously-sized cock fresh and erect. In his hands was a video camera.He took his time recording the scene, stroking himself slowly, with Sandy making sure to show off her glistening face and assets for his lens. Then he passed off filming duties to the mystery man and placed his hands lovingly on her head. Her hands ran up and down his legs, electric with lust, and they both moaned as he slid his cock between her still-cum-covered lips and began slowly thrusting.In an abrupt moment of post-nut clarity, I realized I needed to get out of there now. Quietly, but quickly, I shuffled my way back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the front door, making sure it was locked as I left. Hustling my way outside I took a moment to reflect on what I had just seen. Not only was Stephanie's mom Sandy, the unassuming housewife, a skilled and passionate cocksucker and a total fiend for cum, but she and her husband Don seemed to be extremely open with their sex life, including a third person, as well as recording highly explicit pornographic video of the event.I shouldn't know this. No one should know this. I wanted to see those videos. What other depraved things did Don and Sandy get up to behind closed doors? No, it wasn't my business. It was no one's business!I looked down at the pint glass still in my hand, the bottom third frosted with the pearly memories of what I had witnessed.My cock twitched.That first study session with Stephanie was tough. The subject wasn't the problem, that was no sweat, it was just that I was having a hard time focusing. We were sitting in the very living room where I watched her mom throat some stranger's huge cock, and every time she smiled or addressed me, all I could picture was her on her knees, huge tits out, her smiling face drenched in jizz. It was distracting, to say the least.Citing my allergy to cats as an excuse, I asked if there was another room we might be able to work in. After a short thought, Stephanie smiled wryly and said "follow me. But don't get any ideas."We entered her bedroom.Her room was decorated in the usual contradictions of a college-aged girl living in the home she grew up in. Philosophy text book here, old teeny bopper magazine there, etc. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on her bed right as Stephanie quickly shut the drawer of the bedside table.That bed. Sheets unmade and wild, I imagined her kicking them into a frenzy as her legs flailed from one of the many orgasms I've heard slip down through the cracks in her floor and into my bedroom down below. And what was in that drawer that she needed to shut so quickly?"Trying to hide your vibrator?" I said, seeing an opening to strike and taking it.She snorted a bit incredulously, but I swore I saw some color rush into her cheeks. "You wish, perv," she said, finally.Though her bedroom provided its own unique set of distractions we managed to get work done. We worked well together, and it began a trend where three times a week we'd meet in her room to study. The more time we spent together, the more her guard came down, and we actually got to know each other as people. Our sessions seemed to get longer, with more and more time spent just hanging out together.Don't get me wrong, every now and then, when Stephanie was getting bored with the material, she'd drop a bra strap, or reach over to get something in a way that made her perfect, athletic ass rise like Kilimanjaro over the Serengeti just to fuck with me, but generally we had a good time. Dare I say we were becoming friends.In the following weeks, Tara continued her words of caution, and almost shit her pants when I told her why I was so distracted that first time. She was very interested in the details, especially those of Don's cock, and was effusive in her appreciation for Sandy's sexual confidence. I knew it was turning her on, and I knew she'd be enjoying that one-two-three, one-two-three vibration pattern later that night while thinking about it.Rachel and I still talked, but I'd be lying if I said I was thinking about her that often. I knew her prom was coming up, occurring a few weeks before my prom, and honestly I was dreading it. Despite the thought of seeing those massive mammaries of hers in a slinky prom dress, I wasn't expecting to have much fun at a prom where I would know exactly zero other people. I thought about that same feeling for Stephanie as my prom date, and just hoped that our new found friendship would be enough to help her enjoy the night.As time passed, I started to feel bad about our arrangement. It was a request made as a power play, and now that I had gotten to know her I felt bad that I was exploiting her. At the same time, however, I was desperate to see her lithe, tanned body move hypnotically on the dance floor, to put my hands on her hips as we slow danced. I felt bad, but these thoughts of Stephanie still occupied my fantasies as I stroked myself off at night, especially the nights when I'd get home from a study session, only to hear those moans, and that short-short-long cry of release trickle down into my room as the night grew longer. What can I say: I was a teenage boy; full of hormonal contradictions.Our final study session arrived, and we both knew Stephanie was ready. Her test was that coming Friday, the same day as Rachel's prom, and so after our final run through of the material, we decided to have a bit of a celebration. Her parents were gone for the evening, so out came the glasses, and along with it the booze. We were nice and relaxed, sitting on opposite ends of the living room couch, and as we got comfortably buzzed, our conversation began to get more revealing. The booze had put me in a mood, and she got a good chuckle listening to me moan about having to go to Rachel's prom."You know, I don't get you, TImmy," She remarked, stretching out her long legs towards me on the couch. She was wearing those loose-fitting short shorts, and they bunched up around her crotch, so I could see every inch of those drool-worthy stems. The way they gleamed in the light implied they were freshly shaved and moisturized. They were a work of art."Oh?" I asked."Yeah," she said, wiggling the toes on her sock-covered feet, "you've got a date; you've got Two dates; and you're still acting like you're the last single person on the planet.""Yeah two dates; single-evening dates; one with a church girl I'm not even really interested in, and the other is basically a joke. It's not exactly like my love life is on fire,” I trailed off.Stephanie took a drink, her eyes lingering on her glass momentarily."What about that girl Tara?" she asked, her eyes flicking back up at me intently."What about her?""Have you guys ever hooked up?" Her legs shifted together slightly as she asked.The image of my spent cock in my hand, and a dash of my cum dripping on Tara's perfect breast flashed before my eyes. I swallowed hard, and answered "No."Stephanie seemed to relax a bit as she said "that's too bad; she's a hottie.""She's one of my best friends. Plus, she's got plenty of better people than me to choose from." I took a big gulp from my drink, which was already making me quite warm inside. "I'm just really bad at all that stuff. My virginity is destined to remain intact for a long time."Stephanie snickered.Oh fuck, what did I just say? Goddamnit I just gave Stephanie some epic ammo. I winced, waiting for her to deliver a scud missile of tease and torment. I waited, but all that came was a long silence. She had the upper hand and didn't take it. Seizing this rare moment, I changed the subject."What about you?" I asked. One long leg bent up toward her stomach, almost in defense."What ABOUT me?""Are you seeing anyone? I've never seen you with a guy around here or anything, "Stephanie chortled in laughter, "Oh God. I would never bring anybody here in a million years. Not with My parents around, ""No?""No way," she shook her head, laughing, "they seem pretty cool and casual, but they're really uptight when it comes to sex."The image of Stephanie's mom Sandy sucking her husband's dick on camera while dripping with another man's cum flashed in my mind. My dick twitched."Oh yeah?"

Like the healing of the man at Bethsaida's sight, our journey of faith and understanding God is a process. While our eyes can play tricks on us, more and more God's glory is revealed to us over our lives. When we fix our gaze on Jesus we find hope and illumination no matter what we face.

Welcome to HECHO! The show about what's now and what's nextin the Coastal Bend! I'm your host Rob George, and our guest is Dr. DhavalPatel. For this episode, we ventured to Beeville the homebase Uncommon Marketand its Uncommon Junior Chefs program. Uncommon Market grew out of Dr. Patel'spurchase of Coffee Barrel, a well-loved gathering hub for coffee lovers andepicureans who stopped by for camaraderie and locally-sourced gourmet food,some of which was grown at Coffee Barrel. Dr. Patel brought his background ininternational community building to the meals and gatherings at Coffee Barreland now into Uncommon Market and the Uncommon Junior Chefs program. Formultiple decades, Dr. Patel served all around the world in areas in desperateneed of basic resources, and his job was to coordinate international groupslike NGOs with local community members so that the locals could learn how tobuild or create the resources they needed. His passion for community buildingmanifested in Coffee Barrel after he and his family moved to the Beeville areaa handful of years ago. Sensing a need for students and families to have accessto higher quality food sources and preparation skills, he started a communitygarden and began hosting dinners at Coffee Barrel. Those events fueled hispassion to expand the program into schools and other communities which he doesthrough the Uncommon Junior Chefs program. He has lofty goals for the UncommonJunior Chefs and for Uncommon Market in general.  Dhaval and the Uncommon Junior Chefs program have some veryexciting events coming up and some other news that is super secret right now.To stay up to date, to see if there's a program near you, or to reach out tosponsor a program or to request one, following Uncommon Market on Instagram@uncommonmkt   If you want more of what's now, and what's next, in businessand entertainment in Corpus Christi and the Coastal Bend, subscribe to theHECHO newsletter at hecho.cc and follow us @hechocorpus on Instagram.   Thank you Dhaval for coming on the show. Thank you to ourinfrastructure partners, Clint Tucker Homes and Sawyer Audiology. And thank youfor taking time to listen!

Welcome to the Irreplaceable Dental Team podcast brought to you by DAME - Dental Assisting Made Easy. A safe space to be mentored, empowered, and equipped. We are here to discuss Xsport Mouthguards with Siegfried Settele. Let's learn and stay on the grow! Please remember to subscribe, rate, and share. DAME - Dental Assisting Made Easy. We are better together!A big thank you to local Jamaican artist, Owen Pinnock, for the original music on our podcast.

Air Date - 02 April 2025How may trusting our Sixth Sense help us conquer fear and navigate life's challenges. My guest this week on Destination Unlimited, acclaimed spiritual medium and popular author Carole J. Obley, says this may be achieved by developing The Art of Sensing. Carole has been the bridge between heaven and earth in more than 15,000 group and individual readings. Names, descriptions of loved ones' personalities, and uncanny, validating details— as well as grief support and teachings about the afterlife— are typically delivered in her sessions. An advanced intuitive, Carole also regularly delivers specific, practical guidance in readings about a wide variety of life issues, including relationships, business and spirituality. She is recognized by clients for bringing compassion and integrity to mediumship via her sincere intent to be of service to others.Her website is http://Soulvisions.net, and she joins me this week to share her new book, The Art of Sensing: A Guide for Staying True to Your Soul's Journey through Challenging Times.#CaroleJObley #VictorFuhrman #DestinationUnlimited #Interviews #SpiritualityConnect with Victor Fuhrman at https://victorthevoice.com/Visit the Destination Unlimited Show Page https://omtimes.com/iom/shows/destination-unlimited/Subscribe to our Newsletter https://omtimes.com/subscribe-omtimes-magazine/Connect with OMTimes on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Omtimes.Magazine/ and OMTimes Radio https://www.facebook.com/ConsciousRadiowebtv.OMTimes/Twitter: https://twitter.com/OmTimes/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omtimes/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/2798417/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/omtimes/

Jesus, God in flesh, broke the taboos of his day by reaching out and touching the untouchable outcasts of society. He invites us to reach out to him regardless of the mess our lives may be in, and he wants to touch our hearts with his love, mercy, grace, and forgiveness. Join us this week at Bridge Church as we learn how Jesus' touch can make us clean and give us new purpose.

It was truly a delight to once again to talk with Sally Read!  This time we discuss her beautiful book  “Annunciation: A Call to Faith in a Broken World”. You can find the book here From the book description: Sensing the precarious nature of faith in an overwhelmingly secular world, Read, through meditation and anecdote, ... Read more The post IP#353 Sally Read – Annunciation on Inside the Pages with Kris McGregor – Discerning Hearts Catholic Podcasts appeared first on Discerning Hearts Catholic Podcasts.

Hosted by Andrew Quinn and Darren Mooney, The 250 is a (mostly) weekly trip through some of the best (and worst) movies ever made, as voted for by Internet Movie Database Users. New episodes are released every second Saturday at 6pm GMT, with the occasional bonus episode between them. This week, Jonathan Frakes' Star Trek: Insurrection. On routine assignment to the Briar Patch, Commander Data suddenly and mysteriously malfunctions. Acting against orders, Data takes a covert Starfleet team hostage and exposes their activities to the indigenous population known as the Baku. Sensing that there is more to the story than Starfleet will admit, Captain Jean Luc Picard leads the USS Enterprise on a mission to discover what exactly has happened to their beloved colleague. At time of recording, it was not ranked on the list of the best movies of all time on the Internet Movie Database.

Join us in this episode with the legendary Colin Griffith, who shares his groundbreaking work, insights on meditative provings, and the fascinating remedies he has developed over the years. Colin discusses his experiences with the Berlin Wall remedy and the profound impact it has had on his practice, as well as the importance of understanding chakras in relation to homeopathy. He also reflects on his journey of teaching and learning through the Master Practitioner course and the incredible community he has built with his proving group. Whether you're a seasoned homeopath or just starting your journey, this episode is packed with valuable insights, stories, and practical advice that will inspire you to deepen your understanding of homeopathy. Don't forget to check out Colin's books, including the New Materia Medica series and the Repertory, which are essential resources for any homeopath.   Episode Highlights: 04:23 - How Colin's proving group was formed and Janice Micallef's role in it 05:43 - Janice's Unique Approach 10:10 - Ayahuasca: From ‘Really?' to ‘Must-Have 11:47 - The Power of Berlin Wall 18:23 - No Need to Store Remedies Apart 20:41 - The Concept of Meditative Provings 26:26 - Repertory's Hidden Gems 31:45 - Homeopathy Beyond the Books 34:10 - Don't Overload, Listen to the Patient 37:10 - The Case That Changed My Perspective 39:13 - Janice's Surprising Remedy Experience 42:57 - Skeptical About Chakras? Keep Going 45:23 - Challenges Make the Job Worth It 50:55 - The Process Behind Crystal-Infused Essences 54:25 - The Importance of Supporting Remedy Creators 01:03:02 - A Family of Healing Paths 01:09:30 - Sensing the Energy Beyond Words 01:10:54 - The Fig Remedy: Fighting False Info   About my Guest: Colin Griffith is a highly respected homeopath and potter with over 30 years of experience. After studying Homeopathy in London in 1989, he began practicing in East Sussex and Kent in 1991, where he built a thriving practice while also teaching and lecturing on the subject. Colin's expertise has led him to lecture internationally in the USA, Japan, and Europe, and he has authored best-selling books on homeopathy. In 2001, he founded the Griffith Practice, where he collaborates with osteopaths and other homeopaths. Prior to his career in homeopathy, Colin was a classical music composer, but his passion for creativity led him to pottery in 2010. He now designs and throws his own ceramic pieces, showcasing his work in local exhibitions.   Find out more about Colin Website: https://www.griffithpractice.co.uk/   If you would like to support the Homeopathy Hangout Podcast, please consider making a donation by visiting www.EugenieKruger.com and click the DONATE button at the top of the site. Every donation about $10 will receive a shout-out on a future episode.   Join my Homeopathy Hangout Podcast Facebook community here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/HelloHomies   Follow me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/eugeniekrugerhomeopathy/   Here is the link to my free 30-minute Homeopathy@Home online course: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqBUpxO4pZQ&t=438s   Upon completion of the course - and if you live in Australia - you can join my Facebook group for free acute advice (you'll need to answer a couple of questions about the course upon request to join): www.facebook.com/groups/eughom

The JFK file released today, far too late to see actual accountability for evil perpetrated on an american president. This release seems to follow a pattern “conspiracy theorists” predicted long ago…P.S. they were right… again.The Stwrong1 has spoken… kneel. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit kingsplaining.substack.com/subscribe

Send us a textWhen neighbors felt the walls of their Chicago apartment growing hot on a summer night in 2018, they knew something was terribly wrong. Behind those walls, 38-year-old bartender and mother of three T'Anda Hall lay beaten and dying as flames began consuming her bedroom — the tragic culmination of what had started as a friendly card game hours earlier.T'Anda had recently met Wes Arnold, a man whose violent history remained hidden from her until it was too late. Friends who'd been playing cards with them that evening described Arnold growing increasingly agitated, particularly when money from T'Anda's "Rainy Day Fund" went missing. Sensing danger, they left. Minutes later, neighbors heard running footsteps down the stairwell.The investigation revealed a pattern all too familiar in cases of domestic violence. Arnold, on parole for battery at the time, had an extensive history of abusing women — so severe that even his own family refused to shelter him. Security footage, witness testimony, and forensic evidence painted a clear picture of what happened after T'Anda's friends departed: a brutal beating followed by arson meant to cover his tracks. Most disturbing was the medical examiner's finding that T'Anda had smoke in her lungs, meaning she was still alive when Arnold set the fire.While evading capture, Arnold's violence continued. He assaulted another woman who had briefly given him shelter, leaving her with 17 stitches. This pattern of escalating violence ultimately led to his conviction and life sentence plus 50 years for arson.T'Anda's story serves as a haunting reminder of how quickly violence can escalate and the importance of recognizing warning signs in potentially dangerous relationships. Through our exploration of this case, we honor her memory while examining the factors that led to this preventable tragedy.Have you witnessed warning signs in a friend's relationship? Sharing your story might help others recognize dangerous situations before they escalate. This week, we enjoyed a delicious selection from Robert Clay Vineyards. The 2017 Texas Hill Country Ruby Cabernet is a mellow, long-aged wine with unique aromas and flavors of maple, brown sugar and vanilla bean, but bone dry and medium bodied with rounded tannins. Absolutely phenomenal.Magic Mind

EP #58 - Ep 58 Sensing Spirit with Mitchell CoombesToday we welcome the amazing Mitchell Coombes to the show!Mitchell is a spiritual medium who comes from a long line of gifted clairvoyants that stretches back more than 400 years.Mitchell has been a psychic medium for almost 20 years, helping thousands of people worldwide to connect with loved ones in spirit. He is also the author of 2 books Sensing Spirit and Sensing Psychic and the beautiful Psychic Soul Oracle CardsIn this episode, Mitchell shares his incredible journey with the spirit world, including:▶︎ ︎How his spirit guide saved his life at just 12 years old ▶︎ ︎The power of manifestation ▶︎ ︎Signs from loved ones beyond the veil ▶︎ ︎Insights into the afterlife and the spirit realm▶︎ ︎Connecting with spirit guide▶︎ ︎Seeing spirits as a child #medium #clairvoyant #psychic #love #psychicmedium #lightworkerspiritualawakening #empath #psychicreading #meditation #spirits #spiritguides #afterlife #neardeathexperience ##clairvoyance  #clairsentient #intuitive  #spiritual #psychicreader #spirituality

On this episode of the Personality Hacker podcast, Joel and Antonia talk about how to identify a "deficiency" in either of your sensing cognitive functions of "Sensation", Extraverted Sensing, & "Memory", Introverted Sensing.   https://personalityhacker.com

Hello and welcome to the Enchanted Ears Podcast, where we discuss anything and everything Disney. Daredevil Born Again dropped its first two episodes this week, and while we are excited to see where the story goes, we do hope Disney hasn't taken away what made the Netflix series so great. Plus Duffy is making his parade debut over at Disneyland this summer. There's so much to do at the Disney parks, there's no way you can do it all in one day.  But what if you got to plan your perfect day? In the start to a new series, we're planning our perfect day at Magic Kingdom. What rides do we rope drop? Where's are go to lunch spot? Do we catch a parade or nighttime show or both? After we reveal our perfect day, let us know what you would include in yours. Submit a question/topic for us to discuss on a future episode. Don't forget to check us out on: -Instagram -Facebook  -Youtube Missing the smell of the parks? Check out Magic Candle Company and use code Enchanted at checkout to save 15% off your next order. Timestamps Welcome 00:00 Disney News 00:39 Planning the Perfect Day at Magic Kingdom 08:41 Starting Off Angela's Perfect Day 09:13 The Average Number of Attractions in a Day 12:00 Go to Breakfast Option 13:26 Roller Coasters and Parades 15:59 This Plan is a Mess 18:51 Finishing Out Angela's Day 21:10 Becoming Tinkerbell 24:44 Where Have the Mickey Waffles Gone? 25:00 We're Sensing a Theme with Joe's Picks 27:21 Lunch Outside the Magic Kingdom 30:00 Wrapping Up the Day 33:20 What's Your Perfect Day at the Magic Kingdom? 36:10

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com A dark, atmospheric dance studio, where shadows play on the walls, and the air is thick with anticipation. This is where our story unfolds, a tale of unexpected erotic desire and powerful seduction.A raven-haired beauty with Mediterranean flair glides around the floor. Her dance class has just ended, but her fiery spirit and passionate nature keep her moving long after the students have left. Lost in the sensual rhythm, her every move a testament to her strength and allure.Yet in the distance, one of the fathers of her students, has returned to drop off a forgotten outfit. He steps into the dimly lit room, only to be captivated by the sight before him. The electricity charges the air as he watches her dance alone, her body swaying in a way that is both hypnotic and sexy. Each turn and twist draws him deeper into her web of seduction.Unable to resist, he finds himself entranced by her performance. The shadows seem to dance with her, creating an almost mystical aura around her figure. Her movements are fluid, each step a blend of grace and raw, unbridled passion. The very air around her pulses with a sensual energy that calls out to him.Sensing his presence, she turns and their eyes lock. A silent understanding passes between them, a shared recognition of the erotic tension that has been simmering beneath the surface. With a knowing smile, she approaches him, her gaze never wavering. She takes his hand, guiding him to a chair in the center of the room.The boundaries between them blur, the line between student and teacher, parent and dancer, dissolving in the heat of the moment. Her dance becomes a silent conversation, her body speaking the language of lust and longing. He is powerless to resist, drawn into the intoxicating dance of their burgeoning passion.Each tantalizing movement brings them closer to the edge, the atmosphere charged with electricity. Her touch is light yet commanding, her fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She forces him to confront his desires, to acknowledge the powerful attraction that has taken hold of him.In this moment, nothing else exists but the two of them, locked in a dance that is both deeply erotic and profoundly intimate. Hercontrol is absolute, her dominance a thrilling revelation. He surrenders to the sensual spell she weaves, the boundaries of his world expanding to encompass only her.This is more than just a story of seduction—it's a celebration of the power of dance, of the magnetic pull of attraction, and the irresistible allure of a woman who knows her own strength. Join this scintillating tale of desire, and experience the tantalizing dance of passion that will leave you breathless.Prepare to be captivated, to be drawn into a world where every movement is a promise of what could be, and every glance is a whisper of forbidden desire. Don't miss out on this erotic adventure—immerse yourself in the sensual world erotic dance, and discover the dance of seduction that will ignite your imagination.

China's advancement in sensing technology is moving at pace. A new report examines in detail where the country might be catching up with the United States.On 20th January, the People's Republic of China's (PRC's) DeepSeek artificial intelligence chatbot was released, based on the DeepSeek-R1 Artificial Intelligence (AI) model. The Hangzhou DeepSeek AI company, which developed the model, has claimed its chatbot outperforms US rivals like OpenAI. It also claimed that DeepSeek's large language model cost $5.6 million to train. This is notably less than that spent on comparable US offerings.Whatever the long-term effect of DeepSeek, the news thrust Chinese technological innovation into sharp relief. Advances such as these could have major strategic ramifications for accepted US technological pre-eminence. Not least of which in the sensing domain, which a report entitled China's Remote Sensing, published in December 2024 by OTH Intelligence, discusses in detail.In this Radioflash! episode we talk to one of the report's authors Tate Nurkin, a previous Radioflash! guest, about Chinese advances in sensing technologies across the board: How will the Chinese government and armed forces collect, process, store and use all this sensor data? What will be the impact of the dual use sensing technology being developed by the PRC? What effect is corruption having on China's ability to secure the sensing capabilities the People's Liberation Army (PLA) needs? Likewise, what impact will the PLA's recent reorganisation of the Strategic Support Force into the Information Support Force have on PLA sensing capabilities writ large? All these topics, and more, come under discussion in this latest episode.

What if the most effective and fulfilled leaders aren't just those with the sharpest strategies or the best data, but those who tap into something deeper—something instinctive? Could the true power of leadership lie in embracing intuition, somatic awareness, and the ability to create nurturing environments? What if leadership goes beyond tactics and dives into the realm of self-awareness, authenticity, and inner wisdom?In this episode of the Spirituality in Leadership podcast, host Andrew Cohn and Alicia Rodriguez, a coach and consultant based in the Algarve, Portugal, discuss the profound integration of spirituality in leadership. Alicia shares her expertise on how leaders can cultivate intuition and somatic awareness guiding them through experiential learning in nature and using innovative tools like sound healing and creative exercises. Together, Andrew and Alicia explore how these practices can help leaders not only embody their values but also navigate challenges with greater clarity, confidence, and impact.Alicia reflects on her transformative journey in Ecuador, where she learned from a shaman, and she touches on the insights found in her book, The Shaman's Wife. Alicia also emphasizes the vital importance of rest, stillness, and creating the right conditions for success, all while inspiring personal and professional transformation.Tune in to discover how embracing intuition, somatic awareness, and spiritual practices can elevate your leadership style and bring deeper meaning to your work. Key Takeaways The significance of intuition and somatic awareness in leadership. The impact of immersing ourselves in nature on developing intuitive abilities. The importance of congruence between a leader's values and actions. The use of experiential learning in nature to enhance self-awareness. Incorporation of healing modalities, such as sound therapy, in leadership coaching. The concept of "Becoming Limitless" and transcending self-imposed limits. The necessity of granting permission for emotional expression and authenticity.The transformative power of creative exploration and reframing perspectives on challenges.In This Episode: (00:00:00) – Understanding intuition (00:00:20) – Nurturing intuition (00:00:35) – Podcast introduction (00:01:09) – Meet Alicia (00:01:33) – Value of intuition (00:02:43) – Somatic awareness (00:03:50) – Indigenous wisdom (00:04:01) – Spirituality and leadership (00:06:44) – Inner and outer games (00:07:01) – Congruence in leadership (00:08:39) – Examples of incongruence (00:11:02) – Personal story (00:14:06) – Honoring dreams (00:15:18) – Greater awareness (00:19:14) – Sensing and leadership (00:21:12) – Developing intuition (00:21:56) – Becoming limitless (00:23:07) – Nature as a collaborator (00:24:29) – Opening up to new experiences (00:25:07) – Getting out of our heads (00:25:56) – Permission to access senses (00:27:54) – Curiosity and limitless possibilities (00:28:39) – Imagination over knowledge (00:29:06) – Emotional transformation (00:29:52) – The importance of rest in leadership (00:31:07) – Catalysts for personal reflection (00:32:06) – Introduction to the book (00:32:18) – Personal loss and career disillusionment (00:34:23) – Meeting the shaman (00:35:27) – Creating conditions for success (00:38:11) – The book's availability (00:39:08) – Sharing essays and writing (00:40:48) – Closing remarks on wisdom sharing (00:41:10) – Podcast conclusionResources and LinksSpirituality in Leadership Podcast Spirituality in LeadershipAlicia Rodriguez Website: https://aliciamrodriguez.com/ Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/msaliciamrodriguez/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MsAliciaMRodriguez/ Book:https://aliciamrodriguez.com/the-shamans-wifeAndrew Cohn Website: https://www.spiritualityinleadership.com/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/andrewcohnusa/Music:  Kodiak: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4rURKtnJr3jeHvZ0IVRQCe

Two-time CASBS fellow and renowned anthropologist Tanya Luhrmann discusses her past and current work as an anthropologist of the mind, both in religious and psychological contexts, in conversation with 2023-24 CASBS fellow Erica Robles-Anderson. Luhrmann's award-winning work investigates visions, voices, psychosis, the supernatural, and other unusual sensory experiences and phenomena, found often at the borderlands of spirit, culture, and the mind.TANYA LUHRMANN: Stanford faculty page | Stanford profile page | Personal website | Wikipedia page | on Google Scholar | CV |Luhrmann, Of Two Minds. Winner of: the Victor Turner Prize in Ethnographic Writing, the Bryce Boyer Prize for Psychological Anthropology, the Gradiva Award from the Association for the Advancement of PsychoanalysisLuhrmann, When God Talks Back. Winner of the Grawemeyer Prize in Religion and the Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year.Luhrmann, "A life in books," Journal of the Royal Anthropological Institute (2020)Luhrmann, et al. "Sensing the presence of gods and spirits across cultures and faiths," Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (2021)ERICA ROBLES-ANDERSON: NYU faculty page | CASBS page | on Google Scholar |  Center for Advanced Study in the Behavioral Sciences (CASBS) at Stanford UniversityExplore CASBS: website|Bluesky|X|YouTube|LinkedIn|podcast|latest newsletter|signup|outreach​Human CenteredProducer: Mike Gaetani | Engineer & co-producer: Joe Monzel |

It's Die Hard in a police station!This week, hosts Phil and Liam are locked into a high-stakes discussion on The Negotiator - the 1998 action-thriller starring Samuel L. Jackson and Kevin Spacey in a battle of wits, words, and tactical mind games!When he becomes inveigled in a corruption scandal involving suspected embezzlement of the Chicago P.D. pension's fund, expert hostage negotiator Danny Roman (Samuel L. Jackson) decides to turn the tables and takes hostages at the Internal Affairs bureau, in an effort to find the truth and clear his name. Sensing that he has enemies in his own midst, Roman demands that the only negotiator he will speak to be Chris Sabian (Kevin Spacey), a mysterious stranger from an entirely different district. But can Sabian be trusted? And how do you negotiate your way out when everyone assumes you are the real villain?In this tightly wound pressure-cooker thriller, we break down how The Negotiator cleverly inverts the Die Hard formula - putting the good guy in control of the siege, with a besieged skyscraper, hostages, FBI interference, and a whole lot of air shaft action! We explore the film's copious Die Hard DNA, from over-the-radio showdowns and ill-fated SWAT assaults to computer hacking, power shutdowns, and even a debate about old Western movies between the two adversaries! We also highlight the killer supporting cast, the film's “Glengarry with Guns” energy, and why F. Gary Gray deserves more love! Plus, we dig into the importance of the Chicago setting and discuss how the film channels The Fugitive with its “wrongly accused” narrative - shoutout to Andrew Davis! Chicago forever! As usual we hand out our Die Hard Oscars to worthy candidates and wrap things up with some ‘Double Jeopardy' brain teasers!THE NEGOTIATOR trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnSk9xrOf2MAt the time of release, THE NEGOTIATOR is streaming on Amazon Prime Video in the UK. In the US it is streaming on Plex and is available to rent or buy on YouTube, Apple TV, Fandango and all the usual platforms.Click here to subscribe to our Patreon feed 48 HOURS OF BUDDY MOVIES! Sign up on the website (instead of the app) to save $$$!www.patreon.com/48hoursofbuddymovies Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. The Night StormSurrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity'.Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor's Honda Civic.Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch'. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent' which she had all to herself.The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.“Thank you for staying back at camp. I'm not sure how I'd feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself. She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning. He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms. With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further. She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans. Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That's when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs' manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again. He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide. Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt the enlargement as he became hard, her wetness returning.They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the other tents being undone. The sounds of waking humans, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.Morning fantasies faced a detour for the two of them, without words spoken, they hugged tightly, in resignation of their mutual disappointment.He offered to get up and make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she regathered covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. She rested her head on her hand, propped up at the elbow. She was staring with a glint of admiration in her visage. The turgid cock was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too girthy, but beautifully formed.He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she winked and covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.The others straggled to rise and gather. The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told.The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked the remnant couple about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, winks, and smiles; as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily; attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore.She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they dropped their bundles, stripped their layers, and ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks.He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, capping the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone.Small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in, with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They stood facing each other and wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet. The instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back.To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

On the 111th episode of the What is a Good Life? podcast, I am delighted to introduce our guest, Dr. Senem Donatan Mohan. Senem is a storyteller, story practitioner, and author based in Dublin, who is originally from Turkey. She holds a PhD degree in natural sciences and blends creative arts with science. Through her concepts Stories Cure and Aliveness Within she focuses on cultural and individual vitality. Over the past two decades, Senem has touched the lives of thousands of children and adults through her performances and books. In this wonderful conversation, we explore the undercurrents and rhythms of life, balancing masculine and feminine energies, the visible and invisible, the guiding capacities of our inner child, moments of being lost in time, and the transformative powers of storytelling.The whole conversation embodies this rhythm and noticing.For further content and information check out the following:- Senem's website: senemdonatanmohan.com- Senem's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/senem-donatan-mohan/Contact me at mark@whatisagood.life if you'd like to explore your own lines of self-inquiry through 1-on-1 coaching, take part in my 5-week Silent Conversation group courses, discuss experiences I create to stimulate greater trust, communication, and connection, amongst your leadership teams, or you simply want to get in touch.- For the What is a Good Life? podcast's YouTube page: https://www.youtube.com/@whatisagoodlife/videos- My newsletter: https://www.whatisagood.life/- My LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/mark-mccartney-14b0161b4/- The Silent Conversations: https://www.whatisagood.life/p/the-silent-conversations00:00 Introduction01:11 Exploring the Undercurrents of Life04:02 The Story Behind Valentine's Day07:24 Sensing Rituals and Traditions10:10 The Magic of Daily Life13:09 Creativity and Personal Journey16:09 Finding Vitality in Everyday Moments27:10 Embracing Timelessness and Creativity29:23 The Dance of Science and Art32:49 Navigating the Duality of Speed and Depth37:31 Connecting with the Inner Child39:48 The Transformative Power of Storytelling46:01 Communicating with Ancestral Spirits53:29 What is a Good Life for Senem?

On this episode of the Personality Hacker podcast, Joel and Antonia explore how 2 parts of our personality, Sensing & Intuition, keep us safe.   https://personalityhacker.com

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Lords: * Avery * Linker Topics: * Twin Peaks * Myxozoa * How storytelling is failing us * Bones and Shadows, by John Philip Johnson * https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56581/bones-and-shadows * Novelizing films that originated as novels Microtopics: * A spike of interest corresponding with every episode you're on. * How many hate listeners Topic Lords has. * Chiaroscuro. * Buying Linker's games so he doesn't die. * Watching Blue Velvet while high. * Finishing season two of Twin Peaks out of a sense of duty. * A protagonist who you want to be happy. * That time David Lynch bought five Woody Woodpecker dolls and named them Chucko, Buster, Pete, Bob and Dan, then had to cut them out of his life after their personalities changed. * Focusing the energy you have on the things you love: filmmaking, painting and smoking. * The David Lynch Foundation for the Human Mind. * David Lynch changing the subject back to transcendental meditation. * The permeable boundary between dreams and reality. * David Lynch putting sawmills in every movie because he just likes sawmills. * The disappearance of all-night diners. * What it takes to get Denny's In small-town New Brunswick. * Whether it's possible to mod the bad parts of Deadly Premonition. * Putting evolutionary pressure on jellyfish to get smaller until they evolve back into a single-called organism. * Mammals returning to the sea. * The mutation that allows Henrietta Lacks to live forever. * The cancerous organism that's been hitchhiking in dogs for over a thousand years. * What kind of tumors are blowing around in the Tasmanian Devil whirlwind. * Real and metaphorical spandrels. * Where the Panda's sharp thumb came from. * The kiwi egg-to-body-mass ratio. * Big Bird, the evolutionary pinnacle of all birds. * Introverted Darwinism. * Keeping your toilet paper on the bed. * It's an indie game, you have to put a dead wife in there somewhere. * Obama's presidency as the end of history. * That time everyone was terrified of superpredators. * Human beings organizing facts info stories. * One of the many human traits that cause problems. * Interpreting observed facts differently when you are depressed. * Virtue Ethics. * Deducing ethics via pure reason. * Whether it's true or false that Sherlock Holmes smoked a pipe. * Flash games where you drone strike terrorists. * Exploring a system by interacting with it. * A poem about a guy being beaten up for money. * Successfully talking. * Becoming the bones in the last case. * Pre-nostalgia. * Answering a question by just saying shit. * A video game adaption of a poem. * An atheist take on Tarot readings. * The opinions of someone who once read a lot of philosophy. * Sensing the passage of time in a film clip of a stationary object. * Splinter of the Mind's Eye and the Star Wars radio plays. * The Weird Al song that's just the whole plot of The Phantom Menace. * The Blade Runner and V for Vendetta novelizations. * Francis Ford Coppola's Bram Stoker's Dracula, the novelization. * Kenneth Branagh rolling around in slime with a naked reanimated corpse because because Mary Shelley would've wanted it that way. * A social media platform that was designed to be mindful of mental health, going out of business almost immediately.

In this episode of From the Crows' Nest, host Ken Miller sits down with Bryan Clark, senior fellow and director of the Center for Defense Concepts and Technology at the Hudson Institute. Bryan is the author of the newly released report, Winning the Fight for Sensing and Sensemaking: Fielding Cyber and Electronic Warfare Capabilities at Scale. The report tackles a critical challenge for the American defense industry: How can the DOD strengthen its supply chain and drive private-sector innovation in the non-kinetic defense space? Bryan outlines a six-step model designed to accelerate innovation in electronic warfare and EMSO, mirroring the success seen in kinetic programs. Tune in as he breaks down the key takeaways and what they mean for the future of defense technology.

Pastor Scott and Jeremy discuss this new sermon series and help Pastor Scott unlock a memory along the way to discerning Emotional Worship vs. Sensing the Spirit

This week we chat with Tim Yeo, author of “The Quiet Achiever,” about the strengths of introverted leadership. Discover how introverts can excel without conforming to extrovert norms, and learn about Tim's journey from a quiet designer to an influential leader.How can introverts truly thrive in leadership roles without compromising their authenticity?Tim Yeo, a veteran design leader, shares his unique perspective on how introverts can lead effectively without morphing into extroverts. Drawing on his experience as a Design Director at IBM and his role in fintech startups, Tim illustrates how introversion can be a powerful asset in the workplace.Tim discusses the pivotal moments in his career that led him to embrace his introverted nature, ultimately fueling his success. He shares valuable insights into overcoming the extrovert ideal prevalent in leadership roles and highlights the significance of authenticity in achieving professional success. His book, “The Quiet Achiever,” serves as a guide for introverts to harness their strengths and navigate the corporate landscape with confidence.Whether you're an introvert seeking to enhance your leadership skills or an extrovert looking to support your quieter colleagues, this conversation offers a fresh perspective on professional growth.Tune in to hear Tim's inspiring journey and learn how you can succeed on your terms.Helpful Links:• Connect with Tim on LinkedIn• The Quiet AchieverTopics:• 03:24 – Tim's Career Journey• 05:34 – Challenges and Strategies for Introverts• 09:55 – The Quiet Achiever Book• 30:07 – Sensing and Responding in Conversations• 31:07 – Frameworks for Introverts and Extroverts• 32:52 – What can extraverts learn from Introverts• 33:54 – Working Better Together• 34:53 – Designing Team Dynamics• 37:36 – Tips for Extroverts and Ambiverts• 41:43 – Asynchronous Collaboration—Thanks for listening! We hope you dug today's episode. If you liked what you heard, be sure to like and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts! And if you really enjoyed today's episode, why don't you leave a five-star review? Or tell some friends! It will help us out a ton.If you haven't already, sign up for our email list. We won't spam you. Pinky swear.• Get a FREE audiobook AND support the show• Support the show on Patreon• Check out show transcripts• Check out our website• Subscribe on Apple Podcasts• Subscribe on Spotify• Subscribe on YouTube• Subscribe on Stitcher

Sensing the "next" in your life but feeling stuck?  Hearing this one line may be enough to nudge the dial, along with the short but powerful pep talk helping you creep beneath the surface of your present and sense into the next steps for your next...In this episode, take time to explore topics like : - Re-evaluating your current dreams - are they old and still relevant or old and done?- Resistance - when to move through or pause with?- How to take action when overwhelmed?- & moreNON-CHEESY SELF LOVE CHALLENGE : FEB 12 - 17 : SIGN UP HERE_______________________________________________REBEKKA'S LINKS :

In this week's episode we'll learn about asciminib plus dasatinib in Philadelphia chromosome-positive acute leukemia. In a phase 1 study, combining two tyrosine kinase inhibitors with distinct mechanisms of action had encouraging activity in patients with de novo disease. After that: new research demonstrates that the iron exporter ferroportin contributes to the iron-sensing properties of liver endothelial cells. But is it the primary mediator of systemic iron homeostasis? Finally: anemia in pregnant patients with beta-thalassemia minor. In the third trimester, about one-third of patients have hemoglobin levels of 9 grams per deciliter or lower. This report may help to guide the appropriate diagnosis of anemia while limiting unnecessary testing and interventions. Featured Articles:Asciminib plus dasatinib and prednisone for Philadelphia chromosome–positive acute leukemiaThe hepcidin-ferroportin axis modulates liver endothelial cell BMP expression to influence iron homeostasis in miceβ-Thalassemia minor is associated with high rates of worsening anemia in pregnancy

Hebrews 4:16 says, Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. On today's edition of Family Talk, Gary Bauer and Roger Marsh reflect on the recent inauguration of President Donald Trump and highlight the powerful prayers from that momentous day. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/707/29

Text me your feedback.Feeling the pressure to do all the things? This episode explores the balancing act between living up to expectations, following the rules, and being true to yourself. • Identifying shoulds (compared to wants & needs)• Self-compassion vs should-ing on yourself• Sensing shoulds in body, heart, and mind• Parts Work (Internal Family Systems - IFS) for uncovering the roots of shoulds• Strategies for managing a to-do list of things that are important to youParts Work Questions mentioned in the show:- Why is this important?- How did this become important?- What would happen if I did something else instead?- Do I really want to do this? Or do it in this exact way?Resources and People mentioned in the show:- The Center for Nonviolent Communications Feelings & Needs Inventory- Building Movement Project Social Change Ecosystem Map- Racheal Cook~ ~ ~SMP welcomes your comments and questions at feedback@skillfulmeanspodcast.com. You can also get in touch with Jen through her website: https://www.sati.yoga Fill out this survey to help guide the direction of the show: https://airtable.com/appM7JWCQd7Q1Hwa4/pagRTiysNido3BXqF/form To support the show, consider a donation via Ko-Fi.

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