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After a heartfelt tribute to Gary McCredie, the founding editor of Grand National/Winston Cup Scene , we consider Mike Trower's resume … SEVENTY-THREE points wins with Jeff Gordon, Dale Jarrett and Jimmie Johnson and FIVE Cup championships.   That's extraordinarily rarified air … and he did it as the Ultimate WEEKEND Warrior.   In the first of what will be three installments of our interview, Mike talks about his humble beginnings in the sport with Helen Rae and Dave Marcis, the schedule he had to keep between the race track and his full-time job with Duke Energy and the evolution of what it took to compete … and survive … on pit road. We then take a deep dive into the November 1, 1984 issue of Grand National Scene.   There's a big multicar crash, a flip and one heck of a finish between Bill Elliott and Harry Gant in the Winston Cup event at Rockingham.    The weekend is a sad one for Sam Ard, his friends and family after he was involved in a terrible crash that ended his driving career. This issue also features a story on Junior Johnson and his influence up and down pit road.   NOTE: This show is not associated in any way with American City Business Journals, owner of the Scene brand.   Be sure to check out the latest and greatest stories from the world of NASCAR at dailydownforce.com! Interested in The Scene Vault Podcast T-shirts? Check out thescenevault.com and click on SHOP to see what we have available! Please consider supporting this show via: patreon.com/thescenevaultpodcast paypal.me/thescenevaultpodcast venmo.com/thescenevaultpodcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's our Season TEN premiere AND our ONE HUNDREDTH EPISODE! Thank you to all of our listeners! We are thrilled to be back with our third Abortionpalooza, but much less stoked about the fact that thanks to the overturning of Roe V. Wade, uterus-owning Americans currently have less bodily autonomy than they did in Nineteen Hundred and Seventy Three.  We kick things off with a brief history of abortion depiction on television and examine season 3, episode 5 of the teen cop drama, 21 Jump Street, "Whose Choice is it Anyway?". It originally aired on December 11th 1988 on the Fox network. It stars Holly Robinson-Peete, Stacey Edwards, and Dana Ashbrook (Twin Peaks). The teleplay by Michelle Ashford (Masters of Sex, Cat Person), is surprisingly progressive and they even go so far as to make an anti-choice terrorist the villain.  Then we tool around with Lily Tomlin and Julia Garner in 2015's "Grandma", directed by Paul Weitz (American Pie, About a Boy), and co-written by Tomlin, who put a lot of her own voice in it. Garner plays a high school girl who asks her free-wheeling grandmother (Tomlin) to help her scrounge up enough money to make it to an abortion appointment by 5 pm. Judy Greer, Marsha Gay Harden, Laverne Cox, and John Cho round out a fun supporting cast.  We touch on themes such as who *needs* to be involved in deciding what to do about a pregnancy (*spoiler alert* it's pretty much just the person carrying the fetus), where should kids get information about pregnancy and birth control, and why women should be valued for more than just their fertility.  On the Lunchtime Poll, we reveal some information we wish we had never received.

New details emerge about Saturday's attempted assassination of Donald Trump including the encounter on the rooftop and the danger of sloped roofs (0:00-41:00). Trump is now perceived as a religious figure saved by divine intervention (41:00-60:00). Trump's former opponents line up to praise and endorse him at the RNC. (1:00:00-1:10:10). JD Vance becomes Trump's running mate (1:10:00-1:30:00). Trump's private conversation with RFK Jr is leaked and Morning Joe didn't know they were suspended (1:30:00-1:47:00). Another disasterous week of media for Joe Biden (1:47:00-2:05:00). Still too early for polls, Elon opens wallet for DJT and a key witness from Penn State scandal passes away. (2:05:00-2:25:00)Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-death-of-journalism--5691723/support.

Artemesia DeVine is a Sexual Fantasy expert who teaches the world's leading sexperts the meaning of our sexual fantasies, and how to bring them out of our heads and into our beds! Author of upcoming book: The Spirituality of Smut: The surprising wisdom of sexual fantasies. Certified somatic sexologist, BA in anthropology and former sex worker and professional dominatrix. Offering a groundbreaking new theory! Understand how stories work and you understand why we have sexual fantasies - and how to create powerful, real-life transformative sexperiences that satisfy the real desire behind the story symbolism.    https://MyFantasyIs.com The Celeb Swoon Technique: Learn about your unique sexual psychology by taking a closer look at your fav swoon-worthy celebs at MyFantasyIs.com. And you don't even have to tell anyone your sexual fantasies to do this exercise! Want to work with Artemisia de Vine? artemisiadevine.com

Hurricane Ava is heading for Port Charles, and the spaghetti models all have her barreling right into Sonny's penthouse. Sonny, let's hope you've saved a little of that paranoia for Avery's mom. She can be a problem. And Natalia is no picnic either. Did Ava leak the Natalia recording so Blaze's mom would draw fire away from her? How many people can Sonny hate at once? Is he maxed out? Also, when is he going to get some help? He does need help, doesn't he? Does he? #mauricebenard  #kellythiebaud #rogerhowarth #maurawest #steveburton #delirious #tshirtgiveaway #barshampoo #daydrinkingwithsethmeyers #hillstreetblues #kinshriner #saveava #nicholaschavez #savediane #stonewallkitchen #hallandoates #superstore #freaksandgeeks #waitingonafriend #memyselfi #freefallin #alanarkin #whosgonnarideyourwildhorses #maneater #whippingpost #colonoscopy #takethenap #alleymills #billylibby #chickadee #fortgorgeous #robertgossett #daydrinkingwithsethandlizzo #marcuscoloma #useastaplegun #riptwitch #ripepiphany #ripsonyaeddy  #waywardchickadee #barshampoo #ripmiffy #lovedogs #justinebateman #brookeshields #neilgaiman #dnice #cq #deborahcox #malcolmjamalwarner #lume #godzillaminusone #ripjacklynzeman #jasonmomoa #adambelanoff #thecloser #majorcrimes #wings #murphybrown #thecosbyshow #pinkalicious #ripbillymiller #ripmatthewperry #riptylerchristopher #ripandrebraugher #ripjohnnywactor

Ad Astra Travelers! Welcome to another episode of Tales of Teyvat: A Genshin Lore Podcast. This week, we're discussing the scaliest scientist in Teyvat's history: Orobashi! Our hosts start the episode with a quick recap of Enkanomiya's history before Orobashi took over as their god. Then we'll theorize on his origins, if he's cursed by Celestia, and if he's been reincarnated into a Fatui Harbinger… We'll make sure to talk about Orobashi's terrible and unfortunate fate, his death by Ei, and why Nathan is the worst person in all of Inazuma. Our hosts will also talk about Orobashi's will, the Tataragami, that curses Yashiori Island and the Mikage Furnace in modern day Teyvat. Make sure to bring your bloodstained coral for this, or else Watatsumi may no longer exist. We love an uplifting episode. Visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠talesofteyvat.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to find a comprehensive lore sheet that provides visual aids and links to videos and important Genshin Impact Resources. Make sure to give us a follow on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to stay updated on all things Tales of Teyvat and let us know your thoughts on today's episode. Questions? Thoughts? Theories you have to share? Feel free to email us at talesofteyvatpod@gmail.com and let us know, we would love to hear from you!

Grandpa really puts life in perspective. Sometimes you just get caught up chasing things you don't understand and next thing you know, you're old, and broken, and telling your grandson a bunch of bullshit because your brain doesn't work right anymore and almost everyone you know is dead. Crazy. Anyways, here's some more stories! Who knows which direction they'll go. Did you understand the last episode? Did you have questions? Of course you did. Are they ever going to be answered? Of course not, because a good storyteller never shows their hand as the card players would say. They got dirty fucking hands and this detective won't stand for it. He'll sit and get lost and confused and end up regretting everything. My Grandpa, a Retired Homicide Detective, just Told Me the Case that still Keeps Him Up at Night(15:17)NEW! Support us on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/LOTSA_PASTAAND KO-FI: https://ko-fi.com/lotsa_pastaMERCH: 
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Ben and Smokey take you on a truly horrific journey.Hear their opinions on Pontys, pools, colons and words.Oh and on this episode? The lads discover a way to converse, that no one else can understand.

Bob, Chuk & Elijah dive right into it on delayed adulthood, the Fish Report dad and his son the Grill King, the nightmare state of American healthcare, Sublime, No Doubt, Ice Spice and Coachella 2024, with special appearances by all of Bob's kids  "Idris did you poop?"

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The Craters discuss Mike's Top 5 Worst First Dates of all time, Billy arrives to introduce the return of "Influencer Billy" and how he wants to hang out with Jessica's dad. Also, Juju doesn't like how the crew has no interest in being friends with each other. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Craters discuss Mike's Top 5 Worst First Dates of all time, Billy arrives to introduce the return of "Influencer Billy" and how he wants to hang out with Jessica's dad. Also, Juju doesn't like how the crew has no interest in being friends with each other. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

John Fitzgerald.....On this episode I chat to John Fitzgerald from Dougan Fitzgerald Auctioneers about the early days of setting up the business, getting their first sale, what Clonmel was like back then and becoming a councillor.I also talk to members of Clonmel Theatre Guild about their upcoming play "Blithe Spirit.

Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen. If you'd like to support the show, please visit patreon.com/breakerwhiskey. As a patron, you will also receive each week's episodes as one longer episode every Monday. ------ [TRANSCRIPT] [click, static] Okay, I am officially concerned. I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but the truck was't in the drive like usual so I just assumed… I should have checked the whole house. But I'm so used to never coming into the garage because I know how much you hate your studio being disturbed but when I woke up this morning and you still weren't home, well, I went in anyway and the truck is still here. In the garage.  It's running fine—that's where I'm broadcasting from right now, though obviously I turned the engine off. And I have to say, I'm impressed that you were actually listening when I told you to bring it inside for the winter if you weren't going to be driving it much. But if you're not out there driving this truck on a supply run, where are you? I—I took the other car. Which, I'm sorry to say, is now somewhere in California, having been put out to pasture. But unless you finally decided to take an interest in car mechanics after all this time, I don't know how else you'd be getting around. I know you love your walks—or, you did, eventually, once you got past the worst of the paranoia, but…you never went on a walk this long.  If you're—if you're dead in a ditch somewhere, I'm going to be fucking furious, Harry.  [click, static] It's…weird. Being in here. It feels like being inside your head somehow. It's a goddamn mess, which I didn't really expect. I'm sure you've got your own system—though who the hell knows—but I definitely can't make sense of it. I'm glad to see you pulled the radio in here though. Maybe you did hear some of my transmissions after all.  Is that why you're not here? Because you heard me say I was coming and you didn't want to see me? You've enjoyed your life without me so much that you couldn't bear to have your peace shattered.  Except…you've been thinking about me. I know you have. And maybe this is why you never wanted me to be in your studio in the first place.  There's…a lot of me in here. Paintings, sketches…not all of my face always but you must have known that I'd recognize the curve of my own ear, the shape of my hands. Have—have you been doing this all along? Or just since I left? Were you always coming in here and spending hours perfecting the color of my hair when some days you wouldn't even speak to me— [click, static] Is this why you asked for the stories behind all my scars? So you could render them in perfect detail, knowing exactly what made them and when? I thought you wanted to know more about me, but maybe it was just an avenue for your art, one of the few subjects that you had access to, too tired of painting birds or trees or images from your own mind.  Or did you ask because you wanted to know? You talked once, about how painting helped you understand the world, or yourself; how that was one of the things you loved about it, one of the reasons you started painting in the first place. Because when nothing else made sense, charcoal and oil and your own hands were able to bring shape to the world.  Were you trying to understand me? Or were you trying to understand what you felt about me? Or was guilt swallowing it all up that you couldn't uncover anything else.  I just…I need you to come back and explain what this is all about. Because in a room full of canvases and color and stray sketch pages, I keep turning and seeing my own face. I'm everywhere. [click, static] There's a lot of other art too, of course. And it's all…it's fucking beautiful. Your art has always been so beautiful.  I…I've added to your collection. I picked up a painting when I was in Santa Fe, something that I thought was pretty and that I thought you might— Well, I've left it in here. In case you want to do anything with it. It's yours.  There are also—well. I wrote you some postcards. But I obviously had no way of sending them to you so I just…held onto them. But you might as well have them now.  I don't know why I'm saying all of this on the radio like I can't say it to you face to face. You'll be back and you'll probably be annoyed that I left stuff in your studio without asking. There's no need for me to leave anything for you, not when I can just hand it to you.  But I just have this feeling… I'm going to look for you tomorrow. Drive to the usual spots, take a walk in the woods behind the house. And because I'm fucking considerate, I'm going to leave a note.  [click, static]

Pro tip: this February, assert dominance by always over-pronouncing both Rs in the name of the month. Your conversation opponent will instantly be on the back foot and that extra barbershop loyalty card stamp will surely be yours. Rounds include Chandler Bing Crosby and The Beep Test.Join the Patreon and become a Cupboard Dweller!Get your Quiz Cupboard merch here.Social media:- Instagram- TwitterThanks to:CGBJTLord and Lady Grames of LutonBrandon HuntGwynne YColin FarleyNat PandaZach and JPSteven (aka Jaye's Boyfriend)Queen Sherbert FlavourLeslieLucille Pavlov & SandbagLady EkaterinaSandra from Malmö SwedenElisa & MartinEmmaShauna and BasCaroline RDante PetrinIan and Beth's road trips

It's show #173 aka the ImmaLetYouFinish Grammy wrap up! Who won, who lost, who cares... we do! Join us as we swoon over Tracy, praise SZA, and try to figure out who directed the show. ImmaLetYouFinish... Podcast is a proud member of Pantheon Podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's show #173 aka the ImmaLetYouFinish Grammy wrap up! Who won, who lost, who cares... we do! Join us as we swoon over Tracy, praise SZA, and try to figure out who directed the show. ImmaLetYouFinish... Podcast is a proud member of Pantheon Podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

WELCOME BACK TO IDEAS DON'T BLEED!This week, we're joined by Alex Segura (Secret Identity / Poe Dameron: Free Fall) as we discuss his comics origins, his collaborations with Matthew in the world of Archie, writing novels including the upcoming ALTER EGO, and more!IDB is an all-new weekly podcast presented by Ashcan Press and featuring Matthew Rosenberg, the Supple Boiz, and wonderful guests from the world of comic books!Our theme song is “Where's the Poison” by Summer People.Enjoy! This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit ashcanpress.substack.com

My first time with Cosplay Beth.By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently.She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest.Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city.“Seventy Three!”She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake.“Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said.“I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously.“Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see.“Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.”“You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out.“Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart.“Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand.“Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner.“Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.”“What do they call your father?”“Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.”“Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice.“He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.”“Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again.“Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.”“Oh, yeah… Right…”“So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.”“I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?”“Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.”“Oh, I don't know…”“You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.”“Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously.“No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm.“Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me.“It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous.“Grill it!”“Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?”“Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker.“Eighty Three!” said the butcher.“I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.““Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter.We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit.6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth:“Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?”I responded:“Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?”She responded:“Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.”She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time.I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering.I left the front door open and she let herself in.“Hello? TJ?”“In the kitchen.”“Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug.She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed.“I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?”“Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.”“Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.”“Do you need any help with the cooking?”“Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?”“Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot.“Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks.I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes.“How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks.I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back.“Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said.Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part.“This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?”“It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest.“Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?”“It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.”“Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that.“Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true.Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth.“Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some.“Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test.“Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve.“That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly.Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue.We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed.The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner.“Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry”“Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone.“Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly.The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though.“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully.I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders.I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis.We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy.“Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down.I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her.“Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch.“What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down.She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her.I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time.I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit.“Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed.“That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly.“If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied.“Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling.I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready.“Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman.“Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes.One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though.I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better.After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door.“What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers.“Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?”“Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!”As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright.I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life.By Thintri , for Literotica

My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently. She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole [[MORE]]  The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.” “I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don't know…” “You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker. “Eighty Three!” said the butcher. “I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“ “Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter. We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit. 6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth: “Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?” I responded: “Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?” She responded: “Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.” She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time. I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering. I left the front door open and she let herself in. “Hello? TJ?” “In the kitchen.” “Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug. She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed. “I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?” “Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.” “Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.” “Do you need any help with the cooking?” “Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?” “Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot. “Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks. I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes. “How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks. I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back. “Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said. Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part. “This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?” “It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest. “Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?” “It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.” “Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that. “Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true. Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth. “Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some. “Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test. “Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve. “That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly. Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue. We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed. The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner. “Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry” “Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone. “Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly. The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully. I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders. I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis. We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy. “Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down. I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her. “Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch. “What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down. She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her. I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time. I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit. “Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed. “That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly. “If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied. “Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling. I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready. “Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman. “Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes. One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though. I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better. After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door. “What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers. “Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?” “Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!” As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright. I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life. By Thintri , for Literotica

Caroline Cotter has been an international traveler who now resides near Acadia National Park in Maine. Her music is full of positive images, self care and a "keep going upward" theme to life. We have a great discussion about the cathartic nature of her music and how it has helped her and others.

Join us on this third and final part of the conversation between Dr. Matthew Hester and Pastor Jay D'Ambrosio on the 1% Christian Podcast! In this final part we discuss many topics surround the Sermon on the Mount and the significance of the the Gospel dynamics Jesus is releasing into the world. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thekingdom4everyone/support

Jon gets a reprieve from the ice cell and noose that Thorne and Slynt had promised. Hooray! It's so he can go on a suicide mission to assassinate Mance Rayder. Boo! But at the last second redemption comes from an unlikely source. Simon and Mackelly consider the new power structures at the Wall.Chapter Review:Jon is lowered down the north face of the Wall in a cage. It beats the tiny ice cell in which he'd been held for the last 4 days. Thorne and Slynt's plan to hang him had been foiled by Maester Aemon. But they've found a sure-fire alternative. He's to go parlay with Mance Rayder, murder the King Beyond the Wall in the middle of his army, and then make it back alone to Castle Black - this will prove his loyalty.Tormund guides him through angry faces - none are pleased to see the turncoat back in black. Mance's woman Dalla is about to give birth. Mance himself is relatively sanguine about Jon's return. He never trusted Jon enough to tell him that they had found the fabled Horn of Winter in the Frostfangs. Mance says that the Night's Watch will let the wildlings pass through the Wall or the horn will be blown in three days, and they'll pass through the rubble instead.Jon concedes that the Night's Watch might consider this, if Mance and his people bend the knee. But Mance won't promise that. Seeing an impasse, Jon looks for ways to carry out the assassination. But before anything happens, an army attack the wildlings. It's Stannis coming west from Eastwatch, and he routes Mance's forces with ease. During the chaos, Dalla goes into labor. Characters/Places/Names/Events:Jon Snow - Bastard son of Ned Stark. Member of the Night's Watch.Maester Aemon - Elderly, blind maester of the Night's Watch.Ser Alliser Thorne - Senior member of the Night's Watch. Recently returned from King's Landing.Janos Slynt - New recruit to the Night's Watch. Former commander of the Gold Cloaks in King's Landing.Mance Rayder - King Beyond the Wall. Former brother of the Night's WatchDalla - Mance's pregnant partner.Thormund Giantsbane - Wildling leader.Stannis Baratheon - Brother of dead King Robert Baratheon, claims the Iron Throne because Cersei's children are not Robert's.We've got four new sustainer tiers on our Buy Me a Coffee site. Something for every budget and level of interest. Check it out! Support the showSupport us: Buy from our store Buy us a Cup of Arbor Gold, or become a sustainer and receive cool perks Donate to our cause Use our exclusive URL for a free 30-day trial of Audible Buy or gift Marriott Bonvoy points through our affiliate link Rate and review us at Apple Podcasts, Spotify, podchaser.com, and elsewhere.Find us on social media: Discord Twitter @GhostsHarrenhal Facebook Instagram YouTube All Music credits to Ross Bugden:INSTAGRAM! : https://instagram.com/rossbugden/ (rossbugden) TWITTER! : https://twitter.com/RossBugden (@rossbugden) YOUTUBE! : https://www.youtube.com/wa...

Episode One Hundred and Seventy Three Football Wages Again!

Çinla, François, and Jennifer are joined by Glory M. Liu, assistant director for the Center for Economy and Society and assistant research professor at the SNF Agora Institute at Johns Hopkins University, to discuss her new book, Adam Smith's America: How a Scottish Philosopher Became an Icon of American Capitalism.   

Hello Ghouls and Pals! This week the LSMR Ladies read books with strong bodily themes//body horror, thus title Anatomy! Liza read "Eyes Guts Throat Bones" by Moira Fowley. Riss brought in a Y/A pick that came out in June called, "This Delicious Death" by Kayla Cottingham.

[TRANSCRIPT] [click, static] I feel like I can breathe again. I'm in Estes Park, a beautiful little…resort town? I don't know, it seems like a place the fancy muckety-mucks would come to. It's tucked in the mountains, but not so far that I'm worried about Donner Party-ing it. There's a gorgeous lake and a cute little downtown and this stunning great white building overlooking the whole place. The Stanley Hotel—it's pretty old, according to the plaque on the front, and it's enormous. And I've got it all to myself. I haven't actually gone inside yet. I wanted to radio you to let you know I'm okay before I settled in for the night. I'm taking the CB with me, but the chances of the place having power to plug it in…maybe I can grab a battery from a car parked out here, or maybe if I'm really lucky, they've got a back-up generator. We'll see if I get lucky. If not, I'll talk to you in the morning . [click, static] But for now, I'm okay. I'm not in Denver, and I'm fine. I'm still a little annoyed with you if I'm honest, but as long as you get back to me soon with some answers, I'll let bygones be bygones. This is Whiskey, going dark. [click, static]

A Visit from my Uncle. A story about home and the importance of family. This episode was recorded live at the Brunswick Artists Bar, on the 25th of September 2023. The theme was LIMIT. © Long Story Short Broadcasting

Remember Amanda Kidd-Kestler from last week's episode of Creative Guts? Amanda was gracious enough to record an installment of Creative Catalogues to share with all of you!In these mini episodes, someone from the Creative Guts' universe will share a glimpse at the inspiring, creative things they think you ought to know about. We're back with another installment today!In this episode, Amanda talks about:The Art Center in Dover, NH www.theartcenterdover.comFirst Fridays in Portsmouth, NH www.portsmouthnh.com/first-fridaysChase's Garage in York, ME  www.chasesgarage.comLearn more about Amanda and the New Hampshire Art Association at the links below, and by tuning into episode 170 of Creative Guts!NHAA website: www.nhartassociation.orgNHAA Instagram: www.instagram.com/nhartassociationNHAA Facebook: www.facebook.com/nhartassociationWC Gallery Instagram: www.instagram.com/wcgallerynhAmanda's art: www.kidd-kestler.artAmanda's Instagram: www.instagram.com/twocatpressAs always, come hang out with the Creative Guts team online at www.CreativeGutsPodcast.com and on Facebook at www.Facebook.com/CreativeGutsPodcast and Instagram at  www.Instagram.com/CreativeGutsPodcast. Special thank you to Bug for the tunes. Find Bug on Instagram at @TypicalBug and listen online at www.soundcloud.com/musicforbugs. If you love listening, consider making a donation to Creative Guts! Our budget is tiny, so donations of any size make a big difference. Creative Guts is a small nonprofit, but our work is far bigger than this podcast. Learn more about us and make a tax deductible donation at www.CreativeGutsPodcast.com.

This week, Kaylene & Anna return from an unexpected break. Listen in as they talk about freak natural disasters, showing up as the leader in your own life, order muppets, and then share their Five Step Process for Harnessing Chaos.Notes for Episode Seventy ThreeJoin the Apocalypse Magic Slumber PartyTarot Time: Queen of Wands from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer TarotBro Book Review: Nope!

Welcome to Neo-Reality Collective | Pop-Culture News and Reviews Talk, Hosted by Eric Brown! In the Seventieth-Third episode, Secret Invasion happened, and I didn't watch it, not only because of Superhero Media Burnout but because the opening intro was made from Artificial Intelligence, which is one of the reasons the Hollywood Strike of 2023 even happened in the first place. My Adventures with Superman has been a critical success, which is why they have Season 2 greenlit and production already in the works; speaking of Superman, the upcoming James Gunn feature has officially cast their Superman/Clark Kent and Lois Lane with David Corenswet and Rachel Brosnahan respectively, along with some additional castings that will be covered in a future video after Episode 75. All I can say is good luck to the new Superman and Ace Reporter! On the topic of James Gunn, he had to assure fans that the release of the final season of Doom Patrol would see the light of day despite WBD's multiple canceling of projects. EA, with team members that developed Shadow of Mordor, announced a Black Panther video game to be in development! Deadpool 3 continues to expand its casting, with it seemingly turning into a significant reunion of the many Marvel FOX Era cast ranging from X-Men, Fantastic Four, and Daredevil as Jennifer Garner returns as Elektra with a rumored Cassandra Nova serving as the main villain in what is slowly looking like a ‘Deadpool kills The Marvel Universe' adaption. Lastly, after weeks of contention and stunning revelations, Xbox has defeated The FTC in their attempted Injunction to stop the Activision-Blizzard deal from being finalized and FTC's appeal also being denied, causing the agreement to evolve from an IF to a WHEN. Much to tribalists' frustration and chagrin. Oh, and Elon Musk continues to make a fool of himself. All this and more on Neo-Reality Collective! Brought to you by TheEveryDayFan, check out their links below! The EDF Links https://theeverydayfan.com https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnEZoZqtklXhw95WkF2BY4g/ https://open.spotify.com/show/0EwipBBMm4jcL2GRyBwauu

On this weeks episode of The Weighting Room Chris and Lisa follow up on Episode 72. https://www.who.int/news/item/14-07-2023-aspartame-hazard-and-risk-assessment-results-releasedDo you have a story you would like to share? Send it to us at theweightingroompc@gmail.comDisclaimer: We are not Medical professionals and all views and opinions are our own. Support the showDo you have a story you would like to share? Send it to us at theweightingroompc@gmail.comDisclaimer: We are not Medical professionals and all views and opinions are our own.

Zig explores the tremendous influence of Tucker Carlson in the run up thus far to the 2024 campaign, we also look at Disney's latest classic reboot, who's coke was it, Trump's shank and Sound of Freedom.This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5691723/advertisement

We interrupt your regularly scheduled "Summer Surprise" programming to instead bring you "Jake JULYenhaal," a month dedicated to the failed franchise starters of Jake Gyllenhaal. First up, the 2010 video-game adaptation Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, a rare example of Gyllenhaal trying his hand at "action blockbuster leading man." Despite a poor track record for previous video game movies, Disney and producer Jerry Bruckheimer were confident this would be the next Pirates of the Caribbean mega-franchise. Well, clearly, that did not happen. So what went wrong? Does the movie live up to the games? Is the casting of the movie too problematic to look past? Is there any movie Ben Kingsley won't do?? We discuss all this, and more! Our Twitter Our Facebook Our Instagram Our YouTube Trev's Letterboxd Chris' Letterboxd

The guys get together to discuss topics such as the submersible operated by OceanGate Expeditions vanishes while on tour of titanic wreckage, Las Vegas Police Department investigation of paranormal extraterrestrial sighting and the Honduran Woman's grisly and deadly prison riot and much more on this highly entertaining episode that you do not want to miss and make sure to tune in!

Not Ned! Yeesh. We wanted some action, but not a wet, unconscious Ned. And shame on Nina for getting the hell out of there. You can run, but you can't hide, Nina. Well, you can hide for a while. And Carly has certainly got her hands full. If that moss could talk! Also, Elizabeth and Terry are back! Congratulations on your promotion, Elizabeth! But what's with that creepy nurse harassing Willow? Hopefully, she'll turn out to be a ghost. Or a patient who wandered out of the psych ward. Meanwhile, Jordan got a little bit naked with Zeke. Good idea? So much activity. And when will the strike end? Let's give the writers what they deserve and get Ned's heart beating, okay? #generalhospital #generalhospitalpodcast #gh #ghpodcast #atableatthetano  #mauricebenard  #kellythiebaud #maurawest #delirious #tshirtgiveaway #barshampoo #daydrinkingwithsethmeyers #hillstreetblues #kinshriner #saveava #nicholaschavez #savediane #stonewallkitchen #hallandoates #superstore #freaksandgeeks #waitingonafriend #memyselfi #freefallin  #whosgonnarideyourwildhorses #maneater #whippingpost #colonoscopy #takethenap #alleymills #billylibby #chickadee #fortgorgeous #daydrinkingwithsethandlizzo #marcuscoloma #useastaplegun #riptwitch #ripepiphany #ripsonyaeddy  #waywardchickadee #barshampoo #ripmiffy #lovedogs #justinebateman #brookeshields #neilgaiman #dnice #cq #deborahcox #malcolmjamalwarner #lume #ripjacklynzeman #jasonmomoa

Tipsy Book Reads ladies got their audio equipment back up and running!!! They are back in person for a very much needed drink of a fancy adult hot chocolate. We hope you read with us! This week's chapters were 29-32. After listening to this episode, I am sure you will not forget that 29 anytime soon. Do not forget to follow us on social media!

Another episode by the Classic Gaming Brothers. Zach is back from being sick! In this episode we're gonna chat all about the classic FPS wargame, Battlefield 1942!  -- Send us feedback on episodes at ClassicGamingBrothers@gmail.com (and have a chance at winning a free game!), comment on our Facebook or shoot us a DM. -- Make sure to like our pages and subscribe to our podcast on your favorite streaming service we are on most of them. -- Check us out on Twitch at https://Twitch.tv/classicgamingbrothers and YouTube @Classicgamingbrothers. -- We have a website, it is at https://www.classicgamingbrothers.com    -- Intro/Outro song is "The Little Broth" by Rolemusic from the album "The Black Dot". The BWP song when used is "The Black" also by Rolemusic

Co-hosts Kellen and Mikailah have really been on the run lately. Join them as they discuss their recent travels, recap time spent at conferences, and share the joys of making one's ancestors proud. As always, the duo encourages you all to TAKE CARE OF YOUR PERSONAL WELLBEING. Be sure to check out Beadwork by Mikailah for the latest custom art and jewelry!https://www.instagram.com/beadworkbymikailah/https://www.beadworkbymikailah.comhttps://www.instagram.com/indigenouscreatives/https://www.indigenouscreatives.comhttps://www.facebook.com/Indigenous-Creatives-LLC-108422948362128 Find out more about Kellen!https://www.instagram.com/trenaloriginal/https://www.trenaloriginal.comShout out to Izzy for the music on our show. Follow the links below to check him out.https://www.instagram.com/___izzy._/https://music.apple.com/us/album/range/1562540217?i=1562540219

This is a study and commentary of the Guiding Principles book within Narcotics Anonymous. We invite you to come along this journey with us. Please get your book, a highlighter, and a pen/pencil.

#justicefortaylormccowan #4kingspodcastent C-Mac ATL B-Day Recap Shoutout to Diane aka Candy wishing for a speedy recovery (9:41) Your significant other is a reflection of you (11:30) Black women remain single longer because... (18:30) Kellan calls in (24:00) OF advertising on Facebook and IG in the stories (1:03:00) 97.9 The Box Question: Co-Worker called out of work and lied about a death, I had to work her shift (1:18:00) Female Officer, Robin Williams Mayoral Candidate beat fiancée on News Year Eve (1:29:00) --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/4kingspodcastent/support

For the latest episode of Small Business Marketing – Then & Now, our conversation is about the pool business and the growth that some owners experienced during the initial stages of Covid. Cohl Workman is the owner of Thunderbird Pools and Spas, an award-winning custom pool builder, designing gorgeous pools and spas for families just like yours in the greater Phoenix area. He shares with us how he started in the business working for another company and building up his experience so he could one day become a business owner himself.  In fact, he ended up owning three separate businesses. This episode is truly a successful journey story of an entrepreneur with vision.  To learn more about Thunderbird Pools and Spas, click https://www.thunderbirdpools.com/.As always, this podcast is brought to you by Profit Master Business Solutions, implementing measured marketing for small businesses while calming the chaos and creating the confidence and competence to exceed expectations. Click www.profitmasterbusinesssolutions.com.You can find your host, Howard Wolpoff, at:www.profitmasterbusinesssolutions.comTwitter - https://twitter.com/hwolpoffInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/hwolpoff/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@hwolpoffThank you for listening!

Winning a Heisman before earning a varsity letter? Who knew?! Today, host Alex Painter does a deep dive into the playing career of Notre Dame quarterback John Huarte - easily one of the most improbable Heisman Trophy winners in history. Not only did Huarte come out of Notre Dame with the most coveted of all awards, but he also helped turn the tide of Notre Dame football - which was in peril of losing some shine off the golden helmets at the time. Before the Huarte story, Alex also recaps the 2022 year for Onward to Victory. Enjoy!

This is the seventy-third episode of The Empty Bowl, in which our milk turns green, pink, and...bean flavored?

The Shipping Container is up to their usual hijinks with conversation on DoubleTree cookies, MTV shows from the early 2000s, and workshopping Chris Wittyngham's new British alter ego “Harry Wittyngham” all before playing a game that hearkens back to middle school. Then, the MMA Hangout crew chats with UFC Bantamweight Champion Aljamain Sterling. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Shipping Container is up to their usual hijinks with conversation on DoubleTree cookies, MTV shows from the early 2000s, and workshopping Chris Wittyngham's new British alter ego “Harry Wittyngham” all before playing a game that hearkens back to middle school. Then, the MMA Hangout crew chats with UFC Bantamweight Champion Aljamain Sterling. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices