Podcasts about Sensing

This talk was given by Gil Fronsdal on 2025.05.20 at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, CA. ******* For more talks like this, visit AudioDharma.org ******* If you have enjoyed this talk, please consider supporting AudioDharma with a donation at https://www.audiodharma.org/donate/. ******* This talk is licensed by a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 License

This talk was given by Gil Fronsdal on 2025.05.20 at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, CA. ******* A machine generated transcript of this talk is available. It has not been edited by a human, so errors will exist. Closed Captioning: Download Transcript: https://www.audiodharma.org/transcripts/23701/download ******* For more talks like this, visit AudioDharma.org ******* If you have enjoyed this talk, please consider supporting AudioDharma with a donation at https://www.audiodharma.org/donate/. ******* This talk is licensed by a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 License

This talk was given by Gil Fronsdal on 2025.05.20 at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, CA. ******* For more talks like this, visit AudioDharma.org ******* If you have enjoyed this talk, please consider supporting AudioDharma with a donation at https://www.audiodharma.org/donate/. ******* This talk is licensed by a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 License

This talk was given by Gil Fronsdal on 2025.05.20 at the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, CA. ******* A machine generated transcript of this talk is available. It has not been edited by a human, so errors will exist. Closed Captioning: Download Transcript: https://www.audiodharma.org/transcripts/23701/download ******* For more talks like this, visit AudioDharma.org ******* If you have enjoyed this talk, please consider supporting AudioDharma with a donation at https://www.audiodharma.org/donate/. ******* This talk is licensed by a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 License

Our guest today is Carole J. Obley, who is a prominent spiritual medium and a popular author as well.  She makes... The post Carolle Obley Talks About The Art of Sensing appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

Carole J. Obley is the author of The Art of Sensing: A Guide for Staying True to Your Soul's Journey through Challenging Times, a profound yet accessible guide that instructs readers to navigate uncertain times and circumstances by trusting one's sixth sense. Obley has communicated with souls who have crossed into the spirit world through thousands of private and group sessions and has earned a reputation in her geographical area as the real deal among psychic mediums. She travels nationally to speak and teach workshops and maintains a practice in mediumship based near Pittsburgh, PA. In The Art of Sensing, learn practices and exercises to help you distinguish your soul's intuitive calling from your rational mind, ingrained patterns, and societal influences. The result is greater joy, comfort, and inner peace -- regardless of what is happening around you and in the world. Learn more about Carole and schedule a session at soulvisions.net. Support this podcast at radiatewellnesscommunity.com/podcast. And be sure to follow and share on all the socials! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

International Nature Journaling Week is coming up again very soon (1-7th June). In this episode we will explore the themes and ways that you can get involved in the celebration. Our overarching theme this year is Conversations With Nature. We will explore ways that we can listen, learn from, and communicate with the natural world. We will have a daily theme to focus our journaling. These daily themes will be:1. Describing the indescribable2. Playing with words3. Exploring nature through poetry4. Storytelling with nature5. Listening attentively6. Sensing the world around us7. Creating a vision for the futureThe website for International Nature Journaling Week is www.naturejournalingweek.com. The best way to stay in touch and not miss anything is by signing up to the newsletter. On the INJW website there is a Journal Share page where you can share your work with others and leave encouragement and support for other people's pages. You can connect with others from all around the world on the INJW Facebook group. To share your pages on Instagram or Facebook, use the hashtag #naturejournalingweek.com. If you would like to see my daily pages during the week and participate in giveaways, follow @journalingwithnature on Instagram.-----------------Sign-up for Journaling With Nature's Newsletter to receive news and updates. You can support Journaling With Nature Podcast on Patreon. Your contribution is deeply appreciated.Thanks for listening!

Interview Zur 101. Folge haben wir Sandra Szuba eingeladen. Sie war alle drei Tage auf der Learntech. Sandra ist Expertin für XR in der Bildung, Dozentin an der Hochschule Luzern und Gründerin der Firma New Reality Guide3. Für Sandra liegt die Motivation für den Besuch der Learntec darin, die neuesten Usecases kennenzulernen und Partner für die Hochschullehre (Bachelor Immersive Technologies, CAS AR/VR Business Integration) zu finden. Gerade das direkte Ausprobieren der Anwendungen ist sei für sie wichtig. Sie stellt das Immersive Reality Center der Hochschule Luzern vor, das die Säulen Forschung, Ausbildung, Weiterbildung und Public Outreach umfasst. Sandra berichtet uns, wie sie auf der Messe verschiedene Anwendungen ausprobiert hat, darunter einen VR Office Trainer für Ergonomie und Sicherheitstraining, sowie ein VR Rhetoriktraining, das eine automatische Analyse der Sprechweise und des Blickkontakts liefert. Ihr persönliches Highlight und ein starker Trend auf der Learntech sind KI-Agenten, die in Gesprächstrainings als interaktive Charaktere agieren. Im Vergleich zum Vorjahr 2023 sei KI deutlich präsenter. Die gezeigten Usecases seien praxisorientierter, näher am Einsatz in Unternehmen und skalierbarer. Auch die Vorträge sind auf einem fortgeschritteneren Niveau und zeigen reale Implementierungen und erste Erfahrungen mit KI-Agenten. Sandra stellt fest, dass XR auf der Learntech inzwischen etabliert und akzeptiert ist. Sie plant, auch im Jahr 2025 wieder an der Learntech teilzunehmen und erwähnt die Idee einer möglichen "Swiss Zone" für Aussteller aus der Schweiz. News - Bericht von der XR Expo in Stuttgart von Thomas Bedenk - Pimax Connect - Meta News: Ray-Ban KI-Updates, Gesichtserkennung, Prototypen Aperol & Bellini, Meta Horizon+ - Android XR: "The Android Show" Recap

How does the global transformation that humanity is now traversing relate to the journey of the individual soul? This profound yet accessible guide instructs readers to navigate uncertain times and circumstances by trusting one's sixth sense. Learn practices and exercises to help you distinguish your soul's intuitive calling from your rational mind, ingrained patterns, and societal influences; learn from the author's numerous case files of spiritual readings with individuals just like you. The wisdom in each chapter will guide you in overcoming fear, gaining clarity of purpose, and evolving spiritually. The result is greater joy, comfort, and inner peace - regardless of what is happening around you and in the world.Carole J. Obley has communicated with souls who have crossed into the spirit world through thousands of private and group sessions. She has earned a reputation as the real deal among psychic mediums. She travels nationally to speak and teach workshops as well as maintaining a practice in mediumship based near Pittsburgh, PA.https://soulvisions.net/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/earth-ancients--2790919/support.

This short podcast explores sitting and alignment.   You are encouraged to take some measures of your posture, and I explain how to. Also to review how others use themselves, and reflect on your patterns.   Do message me if you want to learn more

Lesson 13 by Jeremy Howard

Claire Pedrick and Cath Bishop discuss Cath's journey from Olympic rowing to coaching and authoring "The Long Win." They explore the role of relationships in high performance, the need for a mindset shift in organisations, and rowing metaphors that apply to teamwork and leadership. The conversation emphasises sensing, rhythm, and unlocking potential within teams to achieve greater success. Takeaways: Redefining Success: Traditional definitions of success can be limiting. Relationships Matter: Strong relationships are essential in sports and professional settings. Mindset and Behavior: These factors significantly impact performance. Potential in Organisations: Organisations often overlook the importance of potential. Coaching for Potential: Coaching should focus on unlocking potential in individuals and teams. Sensing and Adapting: Being attuned to the environment is crucial for teamwork. Quality Over Quantity: The quality of connections is more valuable than the number of connections. Rhythm and Teamwork: A team's rhythm can boost performance. Coaching Conversations: These often occur in informal settings. Leadership and Exploration: Effective leadership involves a commitment to exploring possibilities. Sound Bites: "What do we think matters?" "We need to invest in relationships." "The team is not a task." "It's about unlocking potential." "The rhythm is key in teamwork." "We need to sense the environment."   More info Cath's Book: The Long Win Cath's Website: www.cathbishop.com or www.longwin.com  The Inside Out Culture Podcast Contact Claire by emailing info@3dcoaching.com or checking out her 3D Coaching Supervision Community   If you like this episode, subscribe or follow The Coaching Inn on your podcast platform or our YouTube Channel to hear or see new episodes as they drop.    If you'd like to find out more about 3D Coaching, you can get all our new ideas and offers in our weekly email.  Coming Up:  Inclusion and Difference in 1-1s Play and Plasticine in Coaching with Abbi Buszard Keywords coaching, leadership, teamwork, performance, relationships, success, mindset, potential, rowing, culture   We love having a variety of guests join us! Please remember that inviting someone to participate does not mean we necessarily endorse their views or opinions. We believe in open conversation and sharing different perspectives.  

Acorai is pioneering non-invasive cardiac monitoring technology that combines multiple sensors and machine learning to transform heart failure management, making critical pressure measurements accessible and continuous.

Join host Paul Spain and Jonathan Good (Scentian Bio) as they explore Scentian Bio's innovative technology, poised to transform real-time chemical sensing in food, health, and environmental monitoring. Jonathan explains its origins and potential uses, such as detecting food contamination and wearable health diagnostics. Plus, tech news from the week including, Governmental email protocol challenges, Health NZ's proposed workforce changes, Spotify's flexible payment options, AI's energy demands, the Potential hazards of orbital overcrowding and more.Thanks to our Partners One NZ, 2degrees, HP, Spark and Gorilla Technology

Americans and Nazis fought side-by-side in the ‘Battle For Castle Itter' on 5th May, 1945 - an attempt to free high-profile French prisoners from a 13th century Austrian castle at the very end of the War. The prison - a sub-unit of Dachau concentration camp - housed former prime ministers and military figures, treated as "honour prisoners" by the Nazis. But the looming chaos of the war's end brought the risk of execution as Allied and Soviet forces closed in. Sensing the shifting tides, prisoners took matters into their own hands, dispatching emissaries to seek aid from advancing American troops. What followed was a daring rescue mission that brought together an unlikely coalition of American, German, and French forces - led by an American tank commander and aided by a defected Wehrmacht officer This episode first aired in 2024 Love the show? Support us!  Join 

What can surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy tell us about the presence of novichok? How can we improve our understanding of how asteroids respond to the tactics we may need to deploy for planetary defence? And as incidences of wildfires grow, how can Europe's response be more effective? Listen on to hear the answers to these and many other key questions. Joining us for this episode are: Patrick Michel, a director of research at the French National Centre for Scientific Research in the Côte d'Azur Observatory in Nice. He is involved in space missions to asteroids, for both science and planetary defence purposes and is the principal investigator of the European Space Agency's Hera mission, which contributes to the first asteroid deflection test through NASA's DART mission.  Emilio Chuvieco, professor of Geography and director of the Environmental Ethics chair at the University of Alcalá, Spain, and his main interest is the use of Earth Observation data to monitor environmental problems, particularly forest fires. Tomas Rindzevicius, a senior researcher in the Department of Health Technology, Drug Delivery and Sensing, at the Technical University of Denmark, who focuses on the application of nanomaterials for sensing applications to detect trace amounts of explosives, toxic industrial chemicals and chemical warfare agents.  

In a season of Stillness—but I'm still here. ❤️‍

In ROK Talk on Sensing, Safety & Industrial Components Episode 32, Bill and Kate talk to Andy Jaap to learn all about the components required and used in different motion applications.

Carole Obley author of the "Art of Sensing" talks about mediumship, spirituality .

Tim needs Talia to take his mind off Tara.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels."Kerri, we need to talk," I weakly let out as she broke the kiss. She put her hands on my chest."Sure, we can talk," she said, liking her lips, "but don't you want to give me my birthday present first?"Her lips and tongue pecked at my neck. Her fingers pressed into the bulge in the front of my pants. My long exhaled sigh was all the approval she needed.I braced my hands against the sink and watched in horny helplessness as my Greek goddess sank to her knees in front of me.Despite my best intentions, the heat began to take over. It started in my center and spread throughout my body like sinking into a warm bath.I closed my eyes. Her fingers worked, my pants rustled, my belt jingled, and all at once my cock was free, standing straight and proud and desperate. Kerri's warm breath electrified the most sensitive skin on my body.I'm sorry, Letty.Kerri's lips closed gently on my shaft as she took me deeply into her mouth. Slowly, wetly, she drew them back to my tip, moaning softly as they slid along my length.I opened my eyes and looked down. "Fuck, Kerri." She licked her lips and smiled at me.Kerri leaned in close, closed her eyes, and rubbed my cock over her face, sighing as my thickness rolled and dragged across her cheeks and over her nose. Head cocked to the side, the weight of my cock lay on her cheek, and her tongue snaked out to tickle my balls. One hand came up to help her, feeding one of my thick balls into her sweet mouth. She suckled it, rolled it around, and then replaced it with the other.My cock pulsed against the side of her face.Freeing my balls from her mouth, the wet flat of her tongue dragged slowly up the underside of my length, flicking off the tip with just enough force to make it playfully bounce before Kerri's face.Hands free, her open mouth wrangled my tip and took me back inside, wet and warm. She took me even deeper than before. She sucked. She bathed.Her hands braced on my hips, there was only my cock and her mouth; her bobbing, stroking mouth; lips sliding up and down my length, up and down, at a patient, but determined pace.My body was buzzing. My cock had never felt so hard. As the pure sensation began to overwhelm me, one hand reflexively reached for Kerri, grasping at her thick mane of bouncing, black curls. I grabbed, and quickly released, unsure of the amount of force I was using.Sensing my trepidation, Kerri paused her worship, holding just my straining tip in her mouth. My hand, still unsure, hovered above her head. She looked up at me, narrowed her eyes. I felt her hand on my hand, and she drew it back to her head. Her other hand grabbed my other hand and brought it to the other side of her head.On fire with lust, I gripped hard at her mane. Deep, ragged breaths sucked in and out of my body. Kerri never broke eye contact, and nodded. The fire rose inside me. I began to push. And pull. And thrust. And return.Kerri closed her eyes and moaned in delight as I began to fuck her face.I began gently, barely able to hold back my lust. The squeezing pressure at the base of my brain wanted me to unleash myself and animalisticly fuck her mouth the way I would have fucked her cunt, the way I fucked Letty's mouth, but I didn't want to hurt or scare her.It was the feeling of her hands sliding up the back of my legs to my ass, however, that told me what she wanted. On each inward thrust I felt her pull me toward her with more and more force. She wanted me to know I wasn't going to break her.I obliged.Reasserting my grip on her thick curls, I held her face steady and with an almost animalistic growl I sank my cock into Kerri's mouth deep and hard.I doubled my pace. I wasn't fully unleashing my full force, but I was definitely giving her what she wanted; I was using her mouth. I fucked at her face, almost forgetting there was a person attached to it. Her lips and tongue tried to keep up, but soon they conceded that they were both at the mercy of my thick, thrusting cock, and let me run them over.Saliva spilled freely from Kerri's mouth, soaking my cock and dripping to the floor between us. I grunted loudly with each push into her gorgeous face. She gripped my hips, squeezing and moaning as she accepted each deep piston. I could feel her throat begin to suckle at my tip on my deepest thrusts.I was starting to lose control. I was taking my frustrations, with Mandy, with Tara, with Christine, with Kerri herself, out on this girl's sweet mouth.The pressure built and built to a fever pitch; the thrusting, the grunting, the sucking; and then, as if we both knew things needed to cool off, I released my grip on Kerri's mane, and I felt her push my hips back to the sink, popping my cock all the way out of her mouth with a spray of saliva.We both sucked and gasped for air, me slumped back against the sink, my slick cock still standing sky high, Kerri hunched over, hands on her knees, the long slurp of loose saliva accenting the moment."Fuck, Tim; Fuck," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand."I'm sorry, did I;""No, not at all," she said, cutting me off, "I've never had someone fuck my face before; that was fucking Hot."After a shared chuckle Kerri leaned back onto her heels and smiled. She never took her eyes off me while her hands drifted up to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one, revealing her thick, fuckable cleavage inch by precious inch, still rising and falling deliciously as she continued to catch her breath.Once the full bloom of her chest was in view, Kerri reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra, spilling out the full flesh of her olive melons, her nipples hard and straining. Kerri squeezed her arms together, causing her impressive tits to overflow, presenting them to me, and then suddenly there was nothing in my world except for this girl, those tits, and my cock.Sitting up on her knees so her cleavage was the same level as my straining dick, Kerri looked down, and drooled a long, thick trail of saliva into the deep crevice of her breasts."Fuck my tits, Tim," she exclaimed breathily, and quickly leaned forward, wrapping her fleshy mountains around me.I pushed, but there was resistance. Kerri drooled another thick stream of saliva between her tits to assist. I felt it slap the head of my cock, coating it. It was warm. It was her.I pushed again. No resistance, just slick, welcoming flesh."Do it, Tim; fuck my tits."I did as she requested. It was her birthday after all.Her thick, slippery globes sent shivers through my body as my hips thrust and bucked, sending my hard cock up through her tight cleavage. Kerri smiled as my tip started to crest the surface of her pillowy depths, peaking out at the apex of each push."Yeah, that's it, baby, that's so good," She cooed. She bounced slightly with each push, aiding my journey, fucking me with her tits as much as I was fucking them. "Aren't my tits so nice and soft? Doesn't it feel so good to fuck my big tits?""Oh fuck;” My body was starting to buzz, the sweet friction of her tits and the pressure from her slick sternum building the fire inside me. My mouth began to hang slack-jawed. My breath got ragged.Kerri's smile beamed. More saliva prepared my way. Her tits were glistening with saliva and precum. My cock pushed through them, at a determined pace. My balls began to seize."That's it, baby," Kerri cooed. I stopped pushing, overcome by the sensation, but Kerri's pace never ceased. She took over, sliding her fat tits up and down my slick, vibrating shaft in complete control of my pleasure. "Give it to me; give me my present, I want it all over these fucking tits.""Oh god; oh my fucking God!" I gripped the sink tightly; so tight I thought it might shatter; as my entire existence seemed to rush out through the head of my cock. Kerri kept stroking me as my tip flared, my balls lurched, and thick, white hot lava erupted from between that sweet, mesmerizing split on her chest.Kerri laughed a joyous laugh as I began to spurt. My cum arced out, licking the base of her neck, grasping at her collar bone, blooming like a lewd bouquet of flowers across the tops of her pumping breasts, and finally pooling around my trembling cock gloriously trapped between them.I heaved and huffed while Kerri gently massaged me through the final pulses of my orgasm. Her hands left her cum-splattered tits, my cock slipping out a sticky mess. I looked down, surveying my work. Kerri was elated, almost glowing, basking in the mess of a job well done. She looked so hot covered in my cum; maybe I was being too hasty. Why would I ever want to give this up?Leaning over, she grabbed a hand towel. I took one last look at my messy masterpiece, expecting her to wipe her canvas clean, so I was surprised when she draped the towel around my sticky, spent cock and stood up.Kerri's focus was on the bathroom mirror behind me as I wiped myself down. There was a twinkle in her eye and a lusty smile pulling at her lips.She was admiring her handiwork."Oh my God, Tim," she said with a slight chuckle, "well done; well fucking done.""I'm pretty sure that was all you, Kerri," I laughed. Finishing my clean up I offered her the towel."No, I'm good," she said, never taking her eyes off her cummy reflection."Are you sure? There's; a lot.""I know, that's what I wanted!""Um.” there I was, confused again."Tim, after the last time we were together, when Mike was fucking me with your cum still inside me; it was the absolute hottest thing I'd ever experienced. And then when I felt him cumming, and I knew I had cum from both of you inside me; I exploded. It was the biggest orgasm I ever had.""Oh, wow," I said, taken aback slightly by how much she enjoyed it."It was so wrong, so dirty; I felt like such a fucking whore, and I fucking Loved it." Kerri slipped the cups of her bra back up over her sticky tits. "I knew Mike was going to get shitfaced tonight, and I know later on he's going to try and fuck me, so I thought to myself, 'It's my birthday, why not be a little naughty; it's just going to make the sex that much better!' And Tim, let me tell you; I can already tell it's working.""Oh yeah?" I said, not quite as enthusiastic about it all as she was."Oh yeah." She smiled. Her hands began buttoning up her shirt, closing the fabric over her cum-splattered tits. "I'm gonna go downstairs and get back to my birthday party, and no one is going to know that for the rest of the night I'm secretly going to have your thick, wonderful cum all over my tits. And after everyone leaves, when Mike fucks me tonight, or more likely tomorrow morning, he's going to have no idea I've got another guy's dried jizz all over me, and Tim it is going to make me cum so fucking hard."My eyes ticked down and caught the glimmer of a thick strand of my cum that clung to her neck, visible above the buttoned neck line of her shirt."You've got some; on your neck there.""I know," she said with a dirty smile, "I want everyone to wonder."Kerri leaned in and kissed me."Thank you for an amazing birthday present," She said, cupping my face with her hand. "I'll see you back down there."She winked, slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left alone, my pants splayed open, my softening cock still exposed.Thoughts passed through my mind as I put myself back together. Kerri had just milked an epic orgasm out of my balls, and at that very second was downstairs at the party secretly wearing my spunk like a necklace. I should have felt great. It should have turned me on; but at that moment, all I felt was used.Making my way down stairs I scanned the party. No sign of Mandy and Eric. They must have still been going at it. Once again, I had just blasted a thick load over a pair of fantastic tits, but I was more concerned with the fact that a girl I barely knew was upstairs enjoying a cock that wasn't mine.I turned and saw Kerri, Mike's drunken arms around her, indiscreetly groping her perfect ass. Kerri and he chatted with fellow partiers, and I noticed Kerri couldn't stop fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt.Mike leaned in and kissed her deep. She returned the kiss with equal passion. She was clearly turned on. I watched his tongue work its way around the inside of her mouth; a mouth that only moments before had been wrapped around my cock; a mouth that had drooled uncontrollably as I fucked it.I walked over to Kerri, who was still smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and leaned in close to her ear so she could hear me over the din of the music."Enjoy yourself tonight, but know that it's over. That was the last time. Happy Birthday."Her smile deflated a bit as I walked away, but quickly returned to save face as I made my exit.I said my goodbyes to some former classmates and made my way home, quickly tumbling into bed. I noted some loud music and laughter seeping its way through the floor from Sandy and Don's unit upstairs, but it didn't hinder my ability to pass out from sheer emotional exhaustion.I was sad, it was true; Our sex had been electric; almost dangerous. I was going to miss that body, those breasts, her tender lips. And her cunt; good lord.But life has to go on, and so I fell asleep with zero romantic prospects, wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the summer.The next morning I got up early; I was meeting Sarah for a run. A lot still on my mind, I floated through the apartment mindlessly and made my way toward the exterior front door. It was at that moment I heard the door to Sandy and Don's unit shut, and felt the soft sounds of careful footsteps descending the stairs.It was early, but the prospect of seeing a friendly face appealed to me, so I turned to greet whichever one it was as they reached the joint landing.As they came into view my stomach dropped. It was a friendly face alright, just not one I had been expecting: Hair messed up, lipstick slightly smeared, boots in her hand, my smile turned to shock as I stared straight into the face of my best friend Tara.If you had told me a few months ago that one day I'd be parked in a corner of The Spot with my cock in the mouth of a very eager and willing girl, and that my mind would be on literally anything else besides the blow job I was getting, I would have called you insane.But there I was.It wasn't even a bad blow job, either. She was unrefined and inexperienced, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm.

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

A Novel Chronically-Adjustable, Pressing Sensing Interatrial Shunt: Adona Medical

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.

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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.

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.

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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?"

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/

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

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

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.

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

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