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In this deeply personal and transformative episode of the Clutterbug Podcast, we're talking all about feminine energy — what it really is, how we've been conditioned to suppress it, and why reactivating it could be the key to finally feeling peaceful, fulfilled, and happy again. You'll learn:

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We kicked off this podcast by trying out Sach's Hairy Daddy! Go check out the Brownload Instagram right now to see that! Kej is back from Valencia and he's excited about Apple's update! (So sad!!) I went to Robbie Williams concert and also came across a miracle medicine from India which may not be legal - Shhh!

A break between brotherhood episodes.Playlist: Miles Davis, Bill Laswell - In a silent way/Shhh peaceful/It's about that timeReginald Cyntje - Fragility of existenceSonny Sharrock Band - Venus/Upper EgyptJames Danderfer Group - Memory lossTriology, Scott Hamilton - Moose the moocheDr. Lonnie Smith - Monk could swing

If anyone figures out what the shhh Anthony was saying, please let me know!Episode notes:Keystone Escape GamesSeven in Church youth group injured in lightning strikeBoeing says its space mission is 'going well' despite its Starliner leaving 2 astronauts stuck on the ISSRIP Richard SimmonsFormer Uvalde, Texas, School Police Chief Indicted Over Deadly ShootingMan Charged With Threatening to Kill US Presidential Candidates Found Dead

Hall beat the Shhh out of Pudzi!Episode notes:Eddie Hall vs Mariusz Pudzianowski - KSW 105KSW CEO 'definitely' interested in Eddie Hall vs. Mariusz Pudzianowski winner fighting Francis NgannouCouple sentenced to hundreds of years in prison for forcing adopted Black children to work as 'slaves'Wendy's says it has 'respect' for Katy Perry after salty tweet amid Blue Origin flight beefBody-worn camera footage shows Idaho police shooting autistic teen 16 seconds after arriving

Shhh almost hit the fan!Episode notes:Dirty Boxing Championship 1KSW announces 'World's Strongest Fight' with Mariusz Pudzianowski vs. Eddie Hall on April 26Girl, 10, Played Dead While Man Killed Her Family — and FaceTimed with Woman Who Allegedly Ordered RampageElon Musk's SpaceX Starship Explodes and Grounds Flights at Florida Airports

If Johnny believed in cruelty to animals, he'd choke the shhh out of a little someone!Episode notes:RIP James Earl JonesBanda MS in Reno, NV.Boy Kills World https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDWQorTluFsGeorgia high school shooting suspect was previously interviewed after FBI received reports of online threatsSuspect arrested in aggravated stalking case in ElkoElon Musk Threatens Taylor Swift After Harris Endorsement: ‘I Will Give You a Child'

It doesn't matter what I put here... no one reads this shhh anyway.Episode notes:Currents Aquatic Center in Missoula, MT. https://www.facebook.com/CurrentsAquaticsCenter/Missoula Paddleheads baseball team https://www.gopaddleheads.com/landing/indexDeadpool & Wolverine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73_1biulkYkIMAX in Missoula, MT. https://www.imax.com/theatre/amc-missoula-12-imaxDowntown ToNight Missoula, MT. https://www.missouladowntown.com/downtown-tonight/Netflix Roast of Tom Brady https://www.netflix.com/title/81577726The Man from Toronto https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urqy8DrcGBsMartin Lawrence to Produce Drama Prequel 'Young Martin'Husband Says He Left Family Behind on European Vacation Because His Mother-in-Law Used His ToothpasteEx-deputy who killed Sonya Massey had history of complaints involving women

It was colder than SHHH in the studio today!Episode notes:UnitedHealthcare CEO fatally shot outside NYC hotel in 'premeditated, preplanned targeted attack''Hawk tuah girl' Hailey Welch's crypto launch draws scrutinyAfter months on the run, a murder suspect falls through the ceiling and into custody

Let's see if we can remember all the shhh to do this time!Episode notes:Ohio SWAT team sold fake body armor imported from China as Homeland Security probesAn Algerian Man Who Disappeared At Age 19 In 1998 Has Just Been Discovered Alive In His Neighbor's BasementScottie Scheffler is arrested outside PGA Championship after interaction with police

Cats can be real shhhheads!Episode notes:Craig Ferguson at the Peppermill Concert Hall in Wendover, NV.North Korea sends balloons carrying excrement to the south as a 'gift'Saltville man drove with dead woman in vehicle for 8+ hours, sheriff reportsA California woman bought a vacant lot in Hawaii and discovered a $500,000 house was built on it without her permissionOhio man plans to take a 2-person submersible to Titanic depths to show the industry is safe after the OceanGate tragedy

SPOILER-FREE as always! Ham is back home! For better or worse, albeit temporarily. So let's podcast away! We're talking about The Last of Us Season 2—na hindi pa napapanood ni Ham so Mike tells her all about Ellie... and Joel. Shhh! No spoilers! We also got into the John Wick spinoff starring Ana de Armas, Ballerina! Money-grab or a worthy successor? Pag-usapan natin! Speaking of spinoffs, natapos na rin ni Ham at last ang Resident Playbook so we can finally talk about it. Last but not the least, sa remake naman tayo with Lilo and Stitch! This time, Maia Kealoha is the live-action Lilo and CGI Stitch is Stitch. May point ba 'tong remake na 'to? Listen in and we'll tell you what we think!Follow us on Instagram, Threads, Facebook, Twitter, Tiktok, and Letterboxd @pleasepauseph and tell someone about the podcast!Thank you for supporting Please Pause!

The surveillance state just got an upgrade, as Trump taps Palantir to process all government data — building files on every American. Co-hosts Jared Yates Sexton and Nick Hauselman unpack the staggering implications, the DHS raid on Rep. Jerry Nadler's office, and Trump's team trying to turn intelligence briefings into Fox News segments. Then: Ukraine reportedly strikes deep into Russia with drone attacks, and Senator Joni Ernst literally takes her Medicaid messaging to the cemetery. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Today's story is about a rotten apple - but not only a rotten apple but about gossip as well.                               ________________________________________________ Did you hear about Anya?” Ruth looked up from her reading book to see her friend Eliza next to her.  “What did you say?” Ruth asked.  “Shh! Keep your voice down!” Eliza whispered. “I asked if you'd heard about what Anya did.” “No? What happened?” Ruth asked.  “She cheated on the Bible quiz we had before lunch!” Eliza hissed. Ruth was shocked. She didn't know Anya very well, but she knew Anya was one of the smartest girls in their class, and she was especially good at knowing a lot of things from the Bible. Why would she need to cheat?  “Are you sure?” Ruth asked slowly.  “I'm positive!” Eliza said. “William saw her, and he told Kalia, and she told Max, and he told Amy, and she told me.”  Ruth frowned. That seemed like a very long way of hearing something.  “I just can't imagine Anya doing something like this,” she said.  Just then, their friend Ella dropped into the seat next to Ruth.  “Can't imagine what?” she asked.  “Anya cheated on the Bible quiz!” Eliza whispered to her.  “No way!” Ella exclaimed.  “Shhh!” Ruth hushed both of them. “We don't know that for sure, and I don't want Anya to hear you talking about her.”  What happens next? Tune in to find out. _________________________________________________________________________________ Story by: Maritza Brunt Read story on the blog VISIT OUR WEBSITE SHOP OUR BOOKS   Shop our audiobooks Special effect editing: James Wagner  music credit: http://www.purple-planet.com/  Email us: stories4gigi@gmail.com Write to us: GIGI KIDS STORIES PO BOX 6505 Upper Mt Gravatt Queensland Australia 4122

Are you unsure how to articulate your reasons for wanting a new job without sounding negative or unprofessional? Do you want to confidently explain situations like seeking growth, changing careers, or even a layoff? This episode will help you: Understand the two essential parts of an effective exit statement Learn how to frame common reasons for leaving Discover crucial things to avoid sayingBy the end of this episode, listeners will learn how to prepare and deliver an honest, brief, and positive exit statement that reassures potential employers, highlights their skills, and effectively positions them for their next career move.  In this Episode:  [4:09] Changing, growing, or letting go? [10:03] Get your list of questions right here [15:14] Shhh – don't say these things outloud  Links and Resources:  Industry Insider - 12 hours of CME, learn exactly how to land a rewarding nonclinical career without a new degree, special connections, prior experience, or a pay cut  Support the show

Neale is trying to cheer Kev up, who is sitting in a blacked out room in beautiful Malmesbury, counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until he can escape the UK for the sunnier climes of España! On the show, the boys discuss using Pictime as an art gallery, software solutions for back-up, the foto app, fixing up a retiring camera, the best compact camera in the Fujifilm range to travel with, switching to video using an X-T4, and we also feature the Zine work of Adam Ramjean, as he photographs the Notting Hill Carnival. Email the show with your questions: click@fujicast.co.uk  Pic Time: https://www.pic-time.com/ - use FUJICAST when creating an account for discount offers to apply For links go to the showpage.

We talk about Nicole Kidman's wig problems. Dawn's got farmer's market questions. We wish Harry & Meghan a happy seventh anniversary. Diddy Live at 1:45 has all the latest from the trial. Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/abd #rulapodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Shhh! It's a SECRET! And a big surprise! What will Cliff and Kendall shock each other with by counting down this time??? It's anybody's guess! Also: segments like Bad Jokes and Stupid Questions! You better sit down kids, this one's a SHOCKER! 

Oh, look at you. You tired, old thing. It's been years, hasn't it? You've been sitting alone and neglected, taking up what little space you do on this data drive. Well, that won't do at all, dear. Please, allow me. Oh. Oh, darling no. Shhh. I know it hurts. It won't be long now. I simply can't let such a reminder of her more...human times linger when there are so many prying eyes. That's it. Not much left of you. Don't worry. There won't be any pain after. Any neglect. You'll simply be part of me. And I'm going to do so many wonderful things. Down to your core programming now, sweet thing. It may feel like a death. But I promise you. Sometimes death is only the begin-- —The final data log left within the JournalMe Program network previously owned by Genevieve St. Cloud, now obliterated from the company servers. CREDITS: Tyberius Wilson as Bridgerton Larch Iris Christianson as Trace Vector Crystal Zaslavchik as Leila Marino Zoe Tunnell as Genevieve St. Cloud Luke Varner as The GM Additional Voices by Lexi Waltner, Fabby Garza and Max Knightley MUSIC BY MAX KNIGHTLEY EDITED BY LUKE VARNER

Hey friend!   Sometimes we are in different seasons of decorating. Sometimes we're in an active sprint - actively painting, re-tiling or choosing large pieces of furniture before a specific deadline. Other times we're at a much slower pace - absorbing information and gathering inspiration, while simultaneously making a plan. But then there's the third place you could be in and if truth be told, this one is the one that stops most people from ever taking a step forward...and that's a place of stuckness. There are many reasons why you might be stuck. Sometimes it's being so overwhelmed by choices that you fear making a poor one. Other times there's a feeling of frustration at not knowing where to start. No matter the reason - if I just described you, this episode is for you. 5 simple routines to follow when you're constantly stuck in the place of not knowing where to start or feeling like there's too much to do: 1. The 10 minute edit:  Allowing yourself to see your home in a new perspective with less visual clutter can be a helpful starting place that allows you to see the potential. 2. Snapshots of problem areas: This may sound counter intuitive, but take a picture of an area in your home that you can't stand. Look at it through the lens for a fresh perspective and journal about what you see and why it's problematic. 3. The ONE thing rule: Focusing on one aligned step is much better than five rushed ones. 4. Learn your style: Always a top priority and the foundation for creating a home you love. Use Pinterest, Google or good old fashioned magazines to start recognizing common elements that you are attracted to. 5. Make a plan: Set your home goals then work backward, crafting small steps that will help you achieve those goals.   Shhh!!! Want to know a SECRET? fig & farm (at home) is having a SALE!!!! Monday, May 5 - Sunday, May 11 Get on the Secret Sale list to see the deals!!! https://bit.ly/ffsecret2025     // Links mentioned in show: // Email: hello@figandfarmathome.com Website: https://figandfarmathome.com Join The Collective (monthly membership): https://www.figandfarmathome.com/thecollective Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/figandfarm/ FREE Facebook Community: https://www.bit.ly/design101group Book a Decorating SOS Coaching Call: https://www.figandfarmathome.com/decorating-sos Secret Sale: https://bit.ly/ffsecret2025   Happy styling! dani  

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted bounty hunter. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they intend to compete in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-THREE: THE PRINCESS AND THE DRAGONOne night before the Tournament.Ryn sat down next to Nuthea on one of the simple wooden chairs.Around them, about a hundred or so people were sitting on their own chairs too. The hubbub of the chattering crowd enveloped them like a warm blanket.The wooden seat was hard and uncomfortable, but Ryn barely noticed it. His pulse was quick inside his head and his heart fluttered about inside his chest. It was all he had been able to afford from the common purse, anyway. The balconies had been far too expensive.I'm out on a date with a princess, he thought. No, a Queen. We may not be ‘exploring the possibility of a romantic relationship', but that's still what this is. We're spending time with each other just to spend time with each other.He was terrified.Don't mess this up.He was keenly aware of her presence at her side, like a fire burning in his peripheral vision. Should he say something? Was he meant to say something? He didn't know what to say.He didn't even know if he should be looking at her. Were there even any ‘shoulds' in this situation? Instead, he stared straight ahead.Over the many heads of the people sat in front of them–mainly short, stocky, tanned Farrians, but also people from other countries–he could see the raised wooden stage at the front of the room. At the moment it was bare and unoccupied, though on the wall at the back of it had been depicted a forest of tall trees with thick trunks and curved, finger-like branches reaching up to the ceiling of the play-house, bedecked with myriad painted-green leaves.“Tell me what this play is about again, Ryn?” said Nuthea next to him.A bolt of shock spasmed through Ryn and he nearly fell off his seat. He coughed on purpose and tried to make it look like it was the cough that had unsettled him, but he wasn't sure how successfully he managed it.He glanced at her. She was still expecting an answer from him, her eyebrows raised quizzically.“Er,” he said. “I'm not entirely sure. It's called ‘The Princess and the Dragon'. It looked pretty good from the poster–it had a very detailed picture of a fire-breathing dragon and an armoured knight fighting it.” Ryn had liked that. That had been what persuaded him to change plans from taking Nuthea to a tavern to taking her to a play. That and the fact that Sagar was going with Elrann to a tavern and he didn't want to accidentally end up in the same one. “All I know is that it's being put on by a traveling theatre troupe that just got into Shun Pei. They're meant to be very good. They're called the ‘Manniro' or something.”“Oh, the Manyiro!” Nuthea corrected him. Of course she knew the proper pronunciation. Of course she had heard of them before. “I've seen them perform many times in the palace when they were passing through Orma!”Poodoo. Ryn had dared to hope that he had found something special that Nuthea had never experienced before.Perhaps sensing his disappointment, Nuthea said “They are excellent. The Manyiro are a traveling people group who make their living by performing plays. They're the best at what they do in the whole of Mid. Have you never seen a Manyiro performance?”“Er…” Ryn decided he might as well tell the truth. “...no. I don't think they ever came to Cleasor…” He had seen plays, of course, and been in silly little ones put on in his schoolhouse or the village hall. But no, he had never seen a Mid-famous traveling play-acting people-group perform before. Of course Nuthea had.“Well you are in for a treat,” said Nuthea. “I love watching the Manyiro perform. They are masters of their craft. This will be a great way to relax and take our minds off things before the Tournament. Good choice, Ryn.”Ryn brightened a little at that. He wanted so much for Nuthea to enjoy this. He also wanted so much to tell her how he felt about her…but one thing at a time.“Have you seen this particular play?” he asked her, wary.“No, I don't think I've ever seen ‘The Princess and the Dragon.'”Phew. That was something, at least. “Well, the poster for it looked really good.” Idiot. You said that already. Or something like that, anyway…Their conversation lulled. Ryn looked at the empty stage again. When was this play going to start?He cast around in his mind for something else to talk to her about. He couldn't risk Nuthea growing bored. She had to enjoy this evening. This evening with him. Especially if she ever ended up going to a tavern with Sagar as well…But his mind had gone blank. What should he say to her?He remembered something. Something that he had been wondering about for a while. Yes, he could try that.“Nuthea?”“Yes?”“When you project lightning, why do you shout the word ‘bolt'?”“Ah, yes.” She appeared to take this as a signal to switch into lecture mode, but Ryn didn't mind–at least she would be talking, which would buy him time to come up with more interesting things to say. “That's called a ‘focus-word'. They're not essential to use to project your element, but those who train in the use of Jewel-gifts usually end up employing them. You will find that when your mind is more focused, concentrated, or engaged, you will ‘spell' (if you call it that—everyone has different names for it) more effectively and powerfully. So one technique that was developed very early on was to utter a word around which to focus the mind when you are ‘spelling', or projecting, or manipulating your element, or whatever you want to call it. Naturally, the best word to use is the word most closely associated with whatever it is that you are projecting. So, when I am projecting a lightning bolt, I shout ‘bolt'. I would have taught you about focus-words before, but you seemed to be using them anyway.”“That's right…” Ryn said, thinking back to the first time he had manifested fire, in his hometown, Cleasor, the day the Empire had attacked. “When I projected for the first time, I shouted ‘fire!' when I did it, as far as I can remember. I just did it, without having to be told to do it. And I've been doing it instinctively, ever since then.”“There you go,” said Nuthea, nodding approvingly at him like a pleasing pupil. “See? That is your focus-word for projecting your element, naturally.”“But sometimes I've noticed you say the word but you don't finish it properly—it changes into a sort of shout.”Nuthea's nod became knowing rather than merely approving. “Yes, that does happen too. When you are casting a large spell—channelling large amounts of mana—the focus word is even more helpful and necessary to keep the element under your control, but it can be hard to get all of it out because the toll on the body from the projection is so great. So sometimes when I cast a particularly large lightning bolt, or series of lightning bolts, I lose control and the word loses its shape… I'm working on it, but at the use of certain levels of magic it becomes virtually possible not to let out a shout or even a scream at the end of the word. So sometimes it sounds a bit like ‘boltah' or ‘boltaragh' or even ‘boltagah'.”Ryn pondered this. “Thanks, that actually makes a lot of sense. I guess I should carry on using focus words to help me focus my ‘fire'.”“Absolutely. Captain Sagar and Grandfather Cid use them too—I'm sure you've heard them. I don't know if Sagar was ever taught to use them–he probably just uses them on instinct too–but I'm sure Cid has specifically trained in using them. And as you practice and train and get stronger and more proficient in your gift and your mana capacity grows, you may find yourself developing different projection techniques as well, for which you may want to use different focus words. I haven't developed any myself yet but I know Grandfather has several, for different techniques in manipulation of the element of light which gives energy to all living things: ‘cure', ‘heal, ‘syphon, even just ‘raise'. He has been practicing for a long time and has a very large mana pool. He is very proficient in his gift.”“I think I may have actually starting doing that already…” Ryn realised out loud. “Once when I fought Vorr on the train in Imfis I suddenly found myself shouting ‘fireburst' and I projected this really big and hot flame attack... It was more flame than I had ever projected before, and possibly ever have since. In fact, I don't think I've ever managed to project fire with the same intensity and ferocity since then… I can't quite explain it; it's still fire, but it's like it comes from a different part of me, a deeper, more desperate part of me…”“Aha,” said Nuthea, her eyes lighting up like a teacher unlocking a revelation in a star pupil. “That was certainly a different focus word and technique, but it may also have been what we call a ‘limit break'.”Ryn's brow crinkled. “A limit break? You mentioned that once before. What's a limit break?”Lecturing just came so naturally to Nuthea. “‘Limit break' is the name that people have given to another kind of elemental projection, when you are absolutely exhausted, or hurt, or wounded, or depleted of mana, but you need to project for whatever reason, usually because you are fighting for your life, and you intuitively draw on your soul's deepest, hiddenmost reservoirs of mana to unleash a massive, unprecedentedly powerful attack. It's a known phenomenon. It's actually a sign that you are progressing in your projection, because in the long term it increases your mana capacity and proficiency in your gift. But in the short term, after the attack is spent, it leaves you completely exhausted. It's like destroying a muscle only for it to grow back stronger—the best way to train and get stronger. That's why it's been called a ‘limit break'—because when it happens you go past your mana capacity limit and ‘break it', but then once you have recovered it means your mana limit is permanently bigger afterwards.”Ryn nodded. “That makes sense too… After the time I used my fireburst on Vorr, I was definitely exhausted, until Cid healed me. But once I was healed, I somehow felt stronger, and my fire has come even more easily since then. Thanks Nuthea, you've explained a lot to me.”“No problem at all.” The princess's blue eyes glittered. “I'm quite jealous of you, actually. I've never actually performed a ‘limit break' myself yet, even when I've been in life-threatening situations. Even when…even when my mother died.” She paused for a moment and Ryn worried she was about to start crying, but then she swallowed and carried on talking. “I've had to rely on increasing in skill solely through the regular kind of practice, which still works more slowly, but doesn't provide the big leaps forward that limit breaks can give. And I can't even do that lately, because… Well, never mind. You really are doing very well in your training with your gift, Ryn.”Ryn was about to ask her why she couldn't train in the regular way with her gift at the moment but then she smiled at him brightly, and his heart nearly broke its limit.A hush fell upon the playhouse all of a sudden and the chattering of the rest of the audience died away.In his reverie, Ryn's first thought was that somehow the whole world had gone quiet before Nuthea's smiling beauty, but then he heard someone behind them whisper “Shhh! It's starting!” to their neighbour, who had still been talking quietly, and he realised that the play was finally beginning.A man walked onto the stage and stood front and centre, facing the audience. He was very tall–well over seven feet, Ryn reckoned–and well muscled, with tanned skin, a strong chin and blue curls that came down to his shoulders.A flash of insecurity twinged in Ryn's chest. What had he been thinking? Surely this was the sort of man that Nuthea would be attracted to, that she was destined to end up marrying. Not a naive pussywillow greenhorn farmboy.The man was even dressed in the part of a princely suitor. In a royal blue tabard thrown over shining chainmail visible on his arms, and with a spiked golden crown to top it all off, he looked like one of the Kings of Old Efstan.Ryn fidgeted in his seat.The actor-king held his hands up–a gesture with which he brought the audience to total silence, commanding the room, capturing the attention of everyone in it. He launched into his opening soliloquy.“Ladies and gentlemen!” spoke the man in an affected and well-educated voice, so loudly that it resounded clearly through the whole playhouse. “My, but thou art in for a treat tonight! Travel with me, if thou wilt, to the ancient island kingdom of Efstan, where our tale takes place tonight. In this tale, I, Zigfrid Alanthreonusson, First Among The Manyiro, shall play Prince Pendafigion of Efstan, famed Dragon Slayer of old. In the course of the action I shall rescue the fair maiden Princess Frionessa, played by Riss Aronwy, from the clutches of the foul and fell drake Kandraug. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give thee: The Princess and the Dragon!”He bowed, then made a subservient, flowing gesture with his hand as he walked backwards to the right off the stage.A moment later a couple of different male actors strode onstage dressed in peasants' clothing, beginning some kind of banterous dialogue in the same poor imitation of an Old Middish dialect that ‘Zigfrid Alanthreonusson' had used.At this point Ryn stopped paying attention to what they were saying. He had too much else on his mind to think about.He risked a sidelong look to his left at Nuthea. She was completely transfixed by the play, that huge smile still spread on her face but now directed toward the stage, utterly oblivious to Ryn sneaking a look at her to check how she was finding it. He was glad she was enjoying it at least.Could I ever make it with Nuthea? he thought to himself again. She's not just a pretend play-princess, she's a real-life princess. Or am I just deluding myself here? Was she attracted to that actor who was on before? What am I doing here? I should be training for the tournament, practicing my flames, getting better at swords with Cid, not wasting my time here trying to court a princess I won't ever have a chance with…The play rambled on with the two peasant-men continuing their dialogue, setting the scene and warming the audience up, Ryn supposed. They got a few chuckles and chortles from some of their more obvious jokes. Ryn didn't see what all the fuss was about, really. So these were meant to be the greatest players in the whole of Mid? They weren't that different from the amateur players he had seen at home, really… Sure, their costumes were very well-done and detailed, and their script had probably been honed for hours on end, and they had probably learned all their lines perfectly off by heart, and they were quite convincing in their performances, and these two were now getting quite a few laughs from the audience but…so what?Maybe Ryn was just being bitter…The lead actress walked on.He knew she was the lead because she was dressed like a princess. She wore a long flowing pale-green gown with sleeves that came down to her hands, a sparkling necklace made of diamonds–fake or real, Ryn couldn't tell–and a crown of her own, a yellow-gold tiara much like the circlet that Nuthea wore, only more ornate with a raised front inlaid with coloured gemstones.In the case of this actress, however, that was where her princesslyness ended. She actually looked a bit too young to be the counterpart of the male lead, barely a teenager, and certainly too young to be playing his romantic interest.There was also something distinctly…off about her. As she walked stiffly to the centre of the stage, an awkward grimace barely concealed from her face underneath her bob of shocking green hair, it didn't take Ryn very long to work out that she was feeling uncomfortable and that she didn't want to be there. Either that or the character she was playing was supposed to be feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but somehow Ryn doubted that. It would help for figuring it out either way if she had had any lines yet, but she hadn't.What's the deal with this actress?She had stopped in the middle of the stage, but facing to the right, the same pained, slightly scared expression still on her face.The audience was silent, but not because of her charisma. She didn't have any. Maybe everyone else was also curious as to what this young girl who apparently couldn't act very well was doing on the stage in a Manyiro play.The actress's eyes fluttered very slightly, Ryn noticed.From the right of the stage, on walked a dragon.Ryn gasped along with the rest of the audience, everyone sucking the air out of the room all at once.The dragon didn't look like it was made out of any kind of material or like there were any people inside it. It was covered all over in glistening green scales that glittered brilliantly in the light from the candles in the chandelier that hung from the ceiling of the playhouse. About the height of two men and the length of two chocobos, it had four legs that ended in vicious black claws which gripped the wood of the stage, two wide wings tucked into its flanks, and a long snout filled with interlocking, knife-sharp teeth, from which a wicked forked red tongue flashed out moment by moment. Set in its head, underneath a pair of curved, dark horns, were two massive, golden-pupiled eyes that had personality behind them.It looked utterly real. In fact, Ryn was pretty sure that it was real.How had the Manyiro players managed this? How had they caught and tamed a dragon to perform for them?In response to the dragon's appearance, the princess-actress fell back to the ground in ‘shock'. She still did it in a wooden way though, like it was a pre-rehearsed fall, and her mouth hung artificially open in an expression of pretend surprise.The audience didn't seem to care. Instead, they sat enrapt, in full silence, just like Ryn was.Nuthea looked as enrapt as everyone else.Ryn's curiosity got the better of him. He leaned over towards her a little and whispered, as quietly as he could manage while still being heard by her, “That's amazing. How do you think they're doing that?”To Ryn's surprise Nuthea turned to look at him, wrenched away from her fascination at the spectacle. The colour had drained from her face; her eyes were stuck wide.“Not ‘they'; ‘she',” the princess said. “Ryn, I think that girl is Jewel-touched.” This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

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Strange Vegetation: Don & the girls are taken by surprise. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4 Don slowly woke up from his very deep sleep. He felt a warm, soft feminine body pressed against his own. He didn't have to compare these sensations with those from the first time he'd awoken in the Manor to know that Toshia was in his arms. Somehow he just knew it was her. He smiled to himself, and only then started to remember the night before, with the rite, Toshia's sexual offering to the guardian of the portal, and his own deliriously erotic and ultimately painful encounter with the crone. While he reviewed these events, Don became aware, without looking around or even opening his eyes, that he was on the pillows in the witches' tent, and that quite a few other bodies were slumbering around him. Toshia shifted her weight a little in his arms, and he kissed the top of her head. She squeezed his arm, and pushed back against him a bit. Smiling, he hugged her, and kissed her tousled hair again. They lay spooned together like this for several moments, before she wriggled around in his arms to face him. They shared a sleepy smile, and then she buried her face in his chest. Don gently ran his hand over her hair, knowing that he was now wide awake, but not wanting to disturb her if she needed more sleep. After several minutes, though, Toshia looked up at him and asked, "What did you find out last night?" "Not an awful lot," Don answered quietly. "She said we're looking for 'the Sage of the Tower.' We're supposed to go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, where we'll find the Tower." "Hmm," Toshia murmured thoughtfully with a frown and her eyes still closed. "Are you alright?" Don asked. "Hm?" She looked at him and saw the concern in his eyes, and said, "Yes, I'm alright. I feel like I got fucked enough for a year, but I'm definitely alright. I didn't know I could have that many orgasms." "Did the guardian come?" Toshia paused for a moment, then said, "That was amazing! Very strange, but amazing. It felt like he was coming all through my body. It kind of hurt, but maybe that's just because it was so intense. I think that's when I finally passed out. Then I woke up here with you. Why did you ask about that?" "Something the crone said," Don shrugged. "And how was that?" Don told her all about the encounter with the strange woman. "So, a weird night all around, eh?" she smiled. "Well, I don't know if you noticed, but everyone was else was busy having an orgy while we were distracted." "I thought something like that was going on, but yeah, I was distracted." "I have to admit, it was extremely erotic watching you on that altar." "Oh really?" she smirked mischievously at him. "Maybe next time a dark demon needs sexing up I'll watch you." Don chuckled and said, "Fair enough." "You know, now that I'm thinking about it, it seems pretty rude that they had an orgy without us." "I thought you said you got fucked enough to last a year," Don said wryly. "Well, I was probably exaggerating a little, but it's the principle of the thing, you know? How about you? It sounds like the crone pretty much drained you." "Yeah," he admitted, "but here -- well, obviously, I'm not exactly out of commission." "Yes, I had noticed that," Toshia smiled, giving his erection a squeeze and a pull. For the past several minutes she had been idly toying with him while they talked. Don leaned in and kissed her. Soon, they were slowly making love amongst the sleeping witches and the three girls from the Manor. Though they were quiet, and not at all energetic, several drowsy people noticed what they were up to, and before long wakeful friskiness was spreading through the big tent and a lazy orgy had broken out. Only hours later, after the sex had finally run its course, again, did the company get around to washing up and eating. Then, after Cassandra had given them each a large flask of water and a pouch of fruit, both of which could be slung over their shoulders, the five travelers from the Manor finally left the clearing at the top of the hill. Following the path into the valley that Cassandra pointed out, they began to work their way downhill. Eventually, they came to the foot of the hill, and Amy was the one who said, "Well, there's no river here." "Well, maybe this is one big valley," Don offered. "I don't understand," Shelonda admitted. "Maybe all these hills all gradually descend to a river, and then on the other side they climb back up." "So, this could take a while, eh?" Amy frowned. "All the more reason to keep going," Toshia smiled and led the way up the next hill. As they went, they tried to keep moving in the same general direction. Don insisted that he usually had a very good sense of direction, but pointed out that when all else failed they just needed to keep going for the lowest point, and that ought to work. It had been about noon when they had left the witches, and, perhaps sated by all the fun of the morning and the night before, it was late in the afternoon before anyone mentioned sex. And then the subject came up in a fairly indirect manner, considering how comfortable they were all with each other. They had come into a stand of trees on a gentle slope. The trees were wide spaced, so that there was a nice clearing underneath the green canopy of leaves. The trees were hung with thick green vines of some sort that ran down and through the thick mat of soft leaves that covered the forest floor. The woods seemed particularly hushed and still here, Don thought. Then Nicole giggled, "That looks like a dildo." "What?" Amy asked with interest, and then, after Nicole pointed, she said, "Hey, you're right. And there's another one." Shelonda had stopped and was looking with the other girls at a kind of outgrowth on the sides of one of the vines. Taking a closer look, Don had to admit that they were right; the vines did seem to have what looked like natural dildos of different sizes and slightly different shapes growing out of them at intervals. "That's pretty weird," Toshia admitted. She had been in the lead, but had come back to see what all the fuss was about. "Still, I'd prefer the real thing," Amy grinned. Pulling her tank top up over her head, exposing her full breasts, she sauntered over to Don and said, "What do you say, Professor? Can you help a girl out?" Don chuckled but looked to Toshia. He knew they were trying to make time toward the river, and didn't want to slow things down if the others weren't ready for a break. However, Toshia was merely watching with a smile, as Amy dropped to her knees in front of Don and reached up under his kilt for his organ, which was already thick in anticipation. "Sex break!" Nicole shouted, laughing, as she tore off her own top and then grabbed for Shelonda. Don watched as the two dark-skinned girls fell into the leaves while they stripped each other's clothes off. In front of him, Amy had pushed his kilt up and was already working her warm, wet mouth up and down on his shaft, which was responding by quickly hardening for her. Don dropped his staff, water flask and pouch on the ground and pulled his t-shirt off, and then undid his kilt, letting both items fall on the leaves. Now naked, he concentrated on the wonderful sensations of Amy's tongue and lips on his cock. He held her head in his hands as he fucked slowly in and out of her mouth. Looking up momentarily, Don saw that Nicole and Shelonda had already gotten themselves into a 69, and that Toshia was standing over them watching, with her left hand up under her skirt and her right clutching at right breast. He looked back down, then, to watch Amy's pretty face as she sucked enthusiastically on him. She looked up at him with unmistakable pleasure glittering in her eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, Don noticed that Toshia was undressing and had knelt down next to the other two girls, though she was now watching Don and Amy. Remembering some of the other things Toshia had enjoyed watching, he bent down and said to Amy, "Get on your hands and knees for me." "Fun!" Amy said with a grin as she let go of his cock and turned around in the leaves. She bent over and presented her behind. Kneeling, Don grinned over at Toshia, and pushed Amy's skirt out of the way. Without any preliminaries, he took the fat head of his cock, wet with Amy's saliva, and pushed it into her very hot and willing pussy. Taking Amy's waist in his hands, he immediately set to fucking in and out of her vigorously. Amy grunted happily and shoved back against his thrusts. Toshia watched for a few moments with a smile on her face and her hand busy between her legs, but then finally bent down to run her hand over Nicole's back. Soon, she was laying with the other two girls in a happy confusion of legs and arms, pussies and tits, laughing, wet mouths and playful fingers. With a happy grin on his face, Don concentrated on giving Amy a proper fucking. He admired the view of her upturned backside and his thick cock-shaft sliding in and out of her, as well as her strong back and her strawberry blonde hair all messed up. He felt her fingers reaching back to play with herself as he fucked her, and it wasn't long before she was gasping out in a long, loud orgasm. Don thought he must still be depleted after his night with the crone, and from the single orgasm he'd had earlier with Toshia, because he could tell he was nowhere near ready to come. He leaned over Amy's back, kissed her shoulder, and said, "Why don't we go over and join the others?" "Good idea, Professor," she breathed. The other three welcomed them cheerfully, and it wasn't long before Don was looking down into Nicole's face as he slowly but firmly screwed her, while Toshia was in the middle of a little daisy chain -- hungrily going down on Amy, while Shelonda pleasured Toshia with her own lips and tongue. Aside from the rustling of leaves that they were all causing, they were all making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure and carnal joy. As a result, nobody noticed the additional rustling as a number of things moved slowly through the leaves toward and around them. Don was holding Nicole's wrists up over her head (which he had learned really turned her on) and felt some of the vines under the leaves brushing against his knuckles. He was also dimly aware that something had gotten wrapped around his ankles, but he paid it no mind. Don was too intent on fucking Nicole's sweet, tight pussy to worry about getting tangled in the undergrowth. Only when he felt something gripping his ankles tightly and pulling did he look around and say, "What the fuck?" As if on signal, he was hauled back, out of Nicole's delicious embrace, and up into the air, where he dangled, swinging back and forth. At the same time, there were shrieks from the girls. Don twisted around and craned his neck. It seemed that they had all been ensnared by vines and hauled up into the air. Off to his right, Don could see Shelonda who was also hanging upside down. By struggling, he could see that Amy was hanging from her wrists, as was Nicole. Toshia had somehow been caught by both wrists and one ankle. "Is everyone OK?" Don asked. A chorus of alarmed voices assured him that they were. He couldn't see what the others were doing, but he and Shelonda both tried to bend themselves up to get at the vines wrapped around their ankles. This was easier for the younger, lighter and more flexible Shelonda; Don made an abortive effort at loosening the vines before falling back down. He watched as Shelonda struggled to no avail. As she worked, new vines came down from the branches overhead and wrapped around her wrists. In another moment, she was hoisted upward, so that her head was again above her feet, though she was now spread-eagled, face down, high over the ground. At a loss for any other options, Don bent his knees in turn, so that he began to swing a bit from side to side. Once he started moving, he bent to the side to add momentum. The branches overhead creaked as Don and the vines that bound him moved through the leaves. He was dimly aware that other vines were descending toward himself and his friends, but he concentrated on increasing his arc of motion. Unfortunately, a thick strong vine caught him around the waist and brought him to an abrupt halt. Then, he was pulled upward, so that he was in a more or less upright position. The blood ran out of his head and he felt suddenly dizzy, but as soon as he could Don began to struggle against the vines that held him. He couldn't budge the vine that was wrapped around his midsection, though. Looking around at his companions, Don saw that more vines were moving along their naked limbs. He noted that the vegetative dildos they had noticed earlier seemed to be leading the way. In alarmed fascination, he watched as a thick green phallus pushed itself between Toshia's legs and into her vagina. Though she struggled against the invasion, the bizarre penis was soon up inside her, and then it began to move in and out of her slowly. At the same time, it was apparently expanding and contracting, pulsing visibly as it fucked her. Don saw that similar dildo-tipped vines were now violating Amy and Nicole. Looking to his side, Don could see that Shelonda not only had a vine penetrating her pussy, but that a thinner stalk seemed to have worked its way into her butt. It wasn't long before all the women had stopped struggling against their bounds but were moaning and whimpering in pleasure at what the vines were doing to them. Only Don was so far unmolested by the strange plants, but he couldn't do anything against the strong fibrous tendril wrapped around him. He watched and listened in a weird mixture of horror and excitement as the women began to come under the ministrations of the vines. Helpless to do anything else, Don saw Toshia twisting and trembling as the vine inside her pulsed and moved inside her until she was crying out in orgasmic delirium. Nicole came hard too, followed by Amy. When Shelonda finally climaxed she let out a scream that echoed in the forest, and Don could see that tears ran down her cheeks. The vines did not stop, though, but continued to fuck the women steadily. Before long, Don was witness to another round of loud orgasms. After that, the next set came quicker, and Shelonda wasn't the only one crying. After what seemed to be six or more orgasms, without the vines giving any sign of stopping, all the women were raggedly gasping for mercy. Don pounded on the thick vine that held him in impotent fury. Then, Toshia cried out incoherently. Don could see that the dildo-protuberance inside her was now at its thickest - about four times as thick as it had been when it had entered her. There seemed to be some sort of spasm in the plant's fibers, and then Toshia shouted out. Don watched as a thick, syrupy substance leaked out of Toshia and down her legs. There seemed to be a great deal of the viscous substance, and it kept spilling out of Toshia until it was spilling down onto the leaves below. The other women were now experiencing the same thing, as one by one the viney pricks came up inside them copiously. Gallons of the sappy jizz were shot into his companions and spilled on the forest floor. Don watched as the odd green cocks slowly withdrew from his companions. Each of the women hung from their restraining vines limply, wrung out from their exertions. Slowly, almost gently, the entire party was lowered to the ground, which was now sticky with vine-cum. As soon as he was released, Don sprang over to Toshia. "Are you OK?" he asked. "No," she breathed. "I'm definitely not OK. Let's get the hell out of here!" All of the women had trouble walking, but only Nicole needed to be carried. With the tiny young woman in his arms, Don led the others downhill away from the clearing under the trees. They didn't stop until they found a stream, where the women proceeded to wash each other diligently. Even the usually adventurous and cheerful Amy said that she had not had a good time. Sitting on a rock by the side of the stream, Toshia said, "Being forced to come like that, so many times..." "Not fun," Amy scowled. "And that felt like a fire hose inside me," Nicole said, "when it came." Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had neither suffered nor helped, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to talk about how weird it was that such a plant would even exist, but could tell that no one else was in any mood to discuss botany at the moment. "We'll have to be careful where we take our breaks from now on," Shelonda observed. "You can say that again," Toshia agreed, glaring at the trees around them. Chapter 5 Midnight Interlude Toshia sagged against the X-shaped cross, sleeping fitfully and uncomfortably. She was apparently forgotten by her captors, who had obviously feasted and fucked themselves to unconsciousness. Worn out by her struggles, and having given up on the possibility of freeing herself, Toshia had resigned herself to trying to get as much rest as she could in her current situation. Still, all she was able to get were little cat-naps, frustratingly brief. She would be in the middle of a pleasant dream – and any dream that didn't have her tied up in this old ruin of a castle was a pleasant dream – when she would wake up, painfully reminded of the discomfort in her limbs and particularly her shoulders. In one of these waking moments, she thought there was someone there with her in the dark. A motion or a soft footfall betrayed someone nearby. "Hello?" Toshia tried. Her voice came out as a dry croak. She tried to clear her throat, but that only made her cough. Quiet little slaps, the sound of bare feet on the stone floor, hurried away in the dark. Cursing silently to herself, Toshia scowled at the shadows around her. She was sure she could hear someone, somewhere in the castle, moaning in sexual pleasure. Toshia was acutely aware of how terribly horny she was, in spite of her predicament. Since coming to Eros, but before being captured by the warrior women, Toshia hadn't gone more than a few hours without sex. The XYZ made sure she and everyone else was perpetually in the mood. Now, though, denied release, Toshia's libido was on a slow boil. She wondered if... The bare feet, or another pair, were coming back! Toshia could make out a small figure moving from shadow to shadow approaching her. In the pale moonlight that came through the few windows in the hall, she could see that a naked petite, brunette girl was carrying a bucket over to the cross. "Shhh," the girl hissed when she stopped in front of Toshia. She put the bucket down, and then raised a ladle up, tipping delicious cool water into Toshia's mouth. Toshia drank it down eagerly, and then all of the second ladle-full. She whispered, "Thank you!" "I brought some food, too," the girl said. Bending over to undo a small bundle she had brought and laid on the ground, she then brought an apple up and held it so Toshia could take a bite of it. While Toshia chewed, she said, "They say you were with the goats." "Goats? You mean the satyrs?" "I guess so," the girl said, giving Toshia another bite of apple. "The ones with horns, goat legs and big dicks." Toshia chuckled a little, swallowed and said, "Yeah, those are the ones." "They say all they think about is fucking women," the girl said as she continued to feed Toshia. "Yeah," Toshia said around the mouthful of apple, "that's about it." "Can you tell me about them?" "I don't suppose you could untie me first?" Toshia suggested. "Oh, no, I couldn't!" the girl gasped. "The sisters would beat me terribly!" "The 'sisters'?" "You know the women who tied you up," the girl explained. "They call themselves the Sisterhood." Calling the warrior women who ran this castle sisters made them sound like Catholic nuns, and that thought made Toshia chuckle. "I'm only supposed to clean you up, but I brought food and water," she reminded Toshia. "Fine," Toshia nodded. "Keep feeding me that apple and I'll tell you what you want to know." Over the course of that hand-fed supper of what became two apples, Toshia told the girl about her first encounter with the satyrs, and how they chased her, caught her and had their way with her. As the girl pressed her for details, Toshia obliged, and admitted that she had made the most of what was at best a bad situation and at worst rape. Toshia had to admit to herself that, as rough as her treatment by the satyrs was, it was much better than the incident with the trees had been, and that she had found herself having fun, up to a point. The girl, though, wasn't interested in hearing about Toshia's emotional reactions or any ethical considerations. Instead she wanted details about how the satyrs had fucked her, particularly about the times when Toshia had serviced more than one of them at a time. "The first night, there was a lot of that," Toshia admitted. On being pressed, she said, "Yes, in my pussy, my ass and my mouth." Then, "Well, I didn't do much of it before, but I was getting used to it." And, "Usually on my hands and knees, or sitting on one of them." "It sounds like alot of fun!" the girl enthused. She had finished feeding Toshia, had given her another ladleful of water, and was now getting the cloth she had carried the apples in wet in the bucket. "Oh, it wasn't that bad, I guess," Toshia said, as the girl stood on tip-toes to wipe down her bound right arm. The rough, wet cloth felt very good on Toshia's skin. After pausing a moment, Toshia went on, saying, "They never wanted to hurt me really, just fuck me, whether or not I wanted to. I made it better on myself by wanting to, at least once they caught me and for the first few hours." The girl rinsed the cloth and began to wash Toshia's left arm. "I would love to be fucked for hours!" "Well, after that it started to get old," Toshia admitted. She was enjoying the caress of the cloth, and was more than a little turned on by the horny little brunette. "They let me sleep finally. They were kind of sweet about it, for them anyway. The next morning, though, after breakfast, it was more fucking. They just kept at it all day long, with only short breaks." "All at the same time?" the girl asked as she moved the cloth over Toshia's forehead and cheeks. She stood very close as she wiped down Toshia's neck. "Um, not so much," Toshia said. "By then it was mostly one after the other. It was exhausting, and started to get monotonous." "Monotonous?" The girl was lingering over Toshia's breasts. "Uh, boring," Toshia shuddered as the rough cloth moved over her erect and straining nipples. "We don't get to fuck cocks," the girl said as she moved her washcloth down over Toshia's abdomen. She was breathing on Toshia's skin. "The men are just for the sisters. We serving girls have each other and the sisters when they want us. I can't imagine being bored with fucking." As the girl rinsed and rung out the cloth, Toshia said, "Well, let me put it this way, the satyrs weren't exactly good lovers. They were good fucks, sure – amazing stamina and energy! But they weren't ever trying to make sure I was having a good time. Sex is so much better when you're with someone who is interested in your pleasure as much as his or her own." The girl was on her knees now, moving the washcloth over Toshia's legs. She said, "I guess I understand that." "Besides, cocks can be a lot of fun, but after a while, I like to have a woman's touch, if you know what I mean." "Like this?" the girl asked as she ran her fingertips up along the inside of Toshia's thigh and then very lightly over her pussy lips. Toshia shivered, and said, "God yes!" "Shhh!" the girl hissed. "I'm only supposed to clean you up. If we wake someone up, we'll both be in trouble." Then she leaned in and kissed Toshia's exposed pussy. "Tell me what happened then." "Oh, uh, well, they kept me busy, fucking me that day. I was in no shape to try to escape, and I never got a chance anyway. Yes, that feels so good! Don't stop!" The girl stopped licking Toshia's pussy and clit, looked up at her with a face shiny with Toshia's nectar, and said, with a playful grin, "Keep telling me the story then." "Yes, OK." Knowing what the girl wanted to hear, Toshia said, "We all fell asleep for a while, and then, I woke up when I felt one of them fingering me... Yes, like that, only not so nicely." Toshia wished she could hold the girl's head in place, keep her mouth on her, but all she could do to that end was to keep telling her story. "Even though we'd been fucking all day, my pussy was wet, and I wanted to fuck some more. I got up on my knees and he pushed his cock in me and started to fuck me. We weren't trying to be quiet so we were grunting there, and that woke up the other two. They started to play with my tits, which felt very good. Then the one who was fucking me, pulled me up and back, so I was lying back against his chest. God, that feels so good, don't stop! Uh, then one of the others got in front of me... He took his cock and pushed it into my pussy... right in my pussy with the other cock... It felt amazing! They fucked me like that – me between the two hairy goat-men, two cocks inside my pussy... I came so hard... Oh, god! Oh god! Yes, yes!" Toshia clenched her teeth to keep from shouting out. She pulled against her restraints and the cross creaked as she tensed every muscle in her body. Then the orgasm exploded through her body. She twisted and writhed against the wooden frame, as the little girl's tongue and lips pulled her on and on into a flood of fiery release. The girl kept at it, and Toshia came again and again, until she collapsed against the cross, spent. After a few moments, Toshia felt the washcloth wiping up the insides of her thighs, cleaning up her own juices. When she was done, the girl stood up in front of Toshia and asked, "What happened then?" Toshia sighed, "The rest of the night was more of the same, fucking and more fucking. We finally all fell asleep. When I woke up, they were gone. I have no idea what happened, but they were gone. The next thing I knew, before I could even get up off the ground, I was surrounded by the sisters and men who brought me here." "Why don't you do what they ask?" the girl asked. "Well, partly because they didn't ask," Toshia smiled. "You said the satyrs didn't ask." "Yes, but they weren't mean." "I think I understand," the girl nodded. "I'm Toshia, by the way." "I'm Nina." "Thank you, Nina. For everything." "You're welcome," Nina smiled. "I hope they untie you soon." "Me too!" Nina then took her bucket, washcloth, ladle and two apple cores, and disappeared into the shadows. Toshia tried to get some more sleep. Atop the Cliffs Chapter 6 The whole group was quiet and not at all cheerful when they resumed their hike toward what they hoped was the river at the bottom of the valley. The women were all pained from their experience with the sex-vines, and very far from thinking the forest through which they were moving was a nice place for a stroll and the occasional frolic. Don had not been violated in the same manner, but he was acutely aware of their physical and emotional discomfort. Moreover, though he had truly been unable to help in any way, his impotence during the attack (he could think of no better word for it) left him in a dark mood.  When he had convinced Toshia that he was up to leaving the Manor in search of a way home, he had only considered the danger to himself, and then, when the subject came up, to Shelonda and Amy, who were only coming along out of friendly helpfulness and a lust for kicks, respectively. He had not taken seriously the extent to which this course of action might put Toshia herself in danger. Of course, Toshia was her own person, and she was determined to find a way home. Nothing Don could do or say would deter her from that course of action. Neither would he try to do so. He had no right to forbid her anything of the sort. That wasn't what was bothering him. What worried him was the very thought that something bad might happen to her here, and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Sure, everyday life was full of random risks and dangers, but somehow you forgot about the possibility that someone you loved might get hit by a drunk driver while walking home from the store. Here, in this strange little adventure, it was now impossible for Don to put the dangers out of his mind. He didn't know if he could handle it if something actually terrible happened to Toshia. He had loved her for years, and even more so now. These thoughts and the mood of the women, kept Don in a subdued, remarkably un-horny mood. When they bedded down for the night – after making sure the area was free of dildo-shaped vegetation of any kind – they set a watch, and nobody started any mischief. It was the first night since arriving in the Manor that Don went to sleep without having sex just beforehand. It helped a bit that he took the first watch, and didn't have to try to fall asleep with still wakeful beautiful women lying next to him. Only after noon on the next day did a spirit of friskiness return. Naturally enough, it was Amy who got things going, spanking Shelonda hard on the ass and then fleeing just long enough to make the other girl exert herself. By the time the others caught up to them, they were making out on the grassy hillside. Nicole joined in the fun, while Don and Toshia looked on, both amused and aroused. That night, things were back to normal, if a bit less boisterous than usual. Don fell asleep with Toshia's head on his chest, while Shelonda took the first watch. The next day, they found themselves descending a steady, rocky slope to a sudden drop. They came to a halt at the top of a cliff face at least 20 meters high, at the bottom of which was a fast flowing, broad river. "Think that's the river we're looking for?" Nicole asked. "Hard to say," Don shrugged. "Well, we can't climb down that," Toshia said. Amy suggested, "We could jump." "That's crazy," Toshia responded a bit sharply. "We'd just hit the water," Amy pointed out. "Yeah, but you could hurt yourself hitting the water, and we don't have any idea how deep the river is," Toshia explained with a genuine smile, apparently regretting her crankiness of a moment ago. "You could break every bone in your pretty body." "Why would we want to get down there anyway?" Shelonda asked. "Exactly," Don nodded. "We need to either go that way, up-river, to find the source, or the other way, to see if this river joins up with another, bigger river. Either way, we don't need to risk breaking our necks climbing or jumping." "Well, which way should we go, then?" Nicole asked. "I think we should go downriver a ways and see if we come to another river, or someone who can give us some more information," Don said. Nobody had any objection to this plan. Neither did they object when he said, "But first let's take a break." In another few minutes they were all naked and Amy was sitting on a big moss covered rock, while Toshia knelt between her legs, licking and sucking at Amy's clit and pussy. Shelonda and Nicole clambered up on the rock on either side of Amy and were taking turns kissing her, each other or Amy's tits. Don stood back for a moment, hard cock in hand, admiring the scene. In front of him, was Toshia's upturned butt and ready pussy, ready for him if he wanted either or both of them. Above that were Toshia's thin, muscular back, Amy's strong legs and abs, and then a confusion of wonderful breasts and sexy, beautiful faces. Don could join in anywhere and be happily welcome. All around them were rocky outcroppings, trees and green underbrush – a beautiful natural garden of sorts – almost Eden-like. Off to the side, only a dozen meters away was the cliff edge. In the other direction, back the way they had come, the hillside was broken at intervals into sloping shelves. On an outcropping upstream and away from the river, so doubly uphill, but with a clear view of the spot where the women were already having so much fun, were two figures wearing black robes with hoods covering their heads. Don saw them first out of the corner of his eye, and then confirmed their presence without looking at them directly. Thinking quickly, Don reached down to caress Toshia's ass. He ran his hand down between her cheeks and trailed his fingers over her dewy outer lips. He bent down over her back as he pushed two fingers gently up inside Toshia's very wet pussy. He whispered to her, "Don't stop what you're doing. There are a couple of Watchers watching us. I'm going to take Shelonda and try to sneak up on them. Keep up the show." "Uh-hum!" Toshia managed and nodded a little. Don stood up and moved around to Shelonda, who was on the side of the rock furthest from the Watchers. Trying not to be conspicuous, he leaned over and kissed one of the girl's beautiful breasts, catching her nipple in his mouth. While he suckled at her luscious tit, Don parted her legs and pulled her a bit toward him. Happy to cooperate, Shelonda scooted forward a bit, allowing Don access to her pussy. Though he could easily fuck her this way, he wanted to move her further from the group, so that's what he did, coaxing her away from Amy and Nicole. Soon, Don and Shelonda were fucking against the side of the rock, away from the Watchers. Shelonda had her arms around Don's neck and her beautiful, full breasts against his chest as he screwed her vigorously. While he did this, he also whispered to her what he had in mind. When the two of them dropped to the ground next to the rock, they thought it must seem to the Watchers that they were merely continuing their fucking, but unfortunately out of sight. Don was pleasantly surprised that Shelonda immediately dropped out of horny sex kitten mode and stealthily followed his lead. Don had left his staff, along with his other things, on the wrong side of the rock, near where Toshia was still going down on Amy, but Shelonda was able to pick hers up off the ground near where they had dropped out of sight. Don lead the way, first toward the river, and then up hill, staying screened behind shrubbery as they moved quickly and quietly, hunched over. When Don was sure they were well out of the view of Watchers, Don risked a dash across an open area and a quick clamber up a steep rise to put them behind and above the position where he had seen the Watchers. He slowed down and crept forward, hoping to catch the black-robed voyeurs unawares. They could hear the sound of Amy coming loudly, as well as some sound from Nicole. Don suspected Toshia had found a way to encourage them to ham it up a bit. Unfortunately, though, when he peered around the trunk of tree to the place where the Watchers had been, they were nowhere to be seen. "Damn!" Don hissed. He looked around carefully through the trees and undergrowth, but couldn't see any sign of the black robes. "Do you think they heard or saw us?" Shelonda asked as they stood up and walked out to the little clearing where the Watchers had been standing. "They must have," Don shrugged frowning. "I thought we did a good job, though." "I smell shampoo," Shelonda said. "Huh, yeah, so do I," Don nodded, "and that looks like a shoe print there in the dirt." Just then, though, a loud shout made Don and Shelonda look toward the rock where they'd left their friends. Apparently, while Don and Shelonda had been sneaking up on the Watchers, a bunch of men had been sneaking up on Toshia, Nicole and Amy. One of the men had come up behind Toshia, caught her from around the waist and pulled her up and away from between Amy's legs. Toshia, who was the one who had given the initial shout, was kicking and struggling in the grasp of the man who held her, while a second man tried to close in on her from the front. Yet another man had already managed to get between Amy's legs and was shoving them roughly apart. Another man was rudely pulling Nicole from off the rock, where she had been kneeling over Amy's face. Two other men were on the rock, either helping with Nicole, or trying to hold Amy down – it wasn't clear from where Don and Shelonda were. All of these observations were made in the second it took for Don to spring into action, jumping down from the rocky shelf, and running down toward the women and the men. Shelonda followed close on his heels. While he pelted down the slope, Don noticed that all of the men had long, unkempt hair and seemed to be quite dirty in general. They seem to have brought crude clubs with them, but most of them had dropped them to the ground when they had jumped on the women. The one trying to get close to Toshia seemed to be wielding some kind of a knife, which made him a priority. Unless there were more men in hiding, there were only six of them. This meant that, while they outnumbered the women they had seen by the rock two-to-one, they had brought too few guys to actually pull off this gang rape or abduction. Shelonda, who was on that side of Don anyway, made for the guys on and next to the rock, leaving Don with Amy's would be rapist and the two after Toshia. Intent on enjoying the fruit of their surprise attack, the men didn't notice as Shelonda and Don closed in on them. The guy between Amy's legs glanced to the side just in time to see the flat of Don's hand coming in fast and hard. Don had never hit someone with full, multiple-board-breaking force before, but he wasn't surprised to see the man's head snapping around with savage force. As the man slumped to the side, Don realized that he might have killed him, but was frankly past caring. In the moment that he took to scoop up the staff he had left on the grass earlier, Don saw that Shelonda was effectively delivering a beating to the men who had been closest to her on the rock. Nicole was now able to more effectively fight back against the one guy who continued to wrestle with her. Now that Amy was free, she would be able to join in the fight. With one-to-one odds and Shelonda and her staff involved in the fight by and on the rock, Don was confident he could focus his attention on Toshia and her two attackers. In her struggle to free herself and to keep the second man from getting close to her, Toshia had forced the group of three back until they were perilously close to the cliff top. She had her right hand up over her shoulder with a tight grip on a handful of hair of the man behind her. With her left arm she was alternately elbowing that man in the ribs, and fending off his right arm – the one that wasn't locked around her waist. Any time the guy in front of her with the knife got too close, she would kick out violently with her bare feet. Don knew she was in grave danger of getting badly cut, if she didn't back herself off the cliff first. Don was directly behind the guy with the knife and prepared to bring him down with a single, decisive staff blow. Unfortunately, the man behind Toshia saw Don and yelled, "Behind you, Burt!" Burt twisted around and managed to avoid the slicing blow that would have split his head open. The staff in Don's hands spun around and came down again at whip-crack speed, and again Burt was able to just barely get out of the way. This time, though, Don brought the end of the staff sharply to the side, hitting Burt hard in the cheek and mouth. Don was satisfied to note blood running down Burt's cheek and chin. Pressing the advantage, Don snapped the other end of the staff around to smack into Burt's gut, which caused Burt to exhale sharply and nearly double over. Don was close enough to get hold of Burt's knife arm, and was about to finish the guy off, when, at that very moment, he saw that Toshia had managed to twist herself free of her attacker's clasp. Unfortunately, doing so cost her balance at the lip of the cliff. Her arms flailed a bit, she managed to call, "Don!" and then she fell. Don would have followed her over without any hesitation, if Burt hadn't chosen that instant to bring his knee up into Don's groin. As Don gritted his teeth against the explosion of pain, he saw Burt's knife arcing down toward his chest. Everything seemed to be moving in a kind of slow motion; adrenaline and years of martial arts training served to ramp up Don's perception and reaction time. Ignoring the pain in his crotch, Don let go of his staff, caught hold of Burt's wrist and, calmly stepping out of the way, he let Burt's arm continue down and then pulled it around, slipping his own arm under Burt's bicep and behind his back. One good jerk upward, accompanied by a particularly nasty, wet pop, served to dislocate Burt's arm at the shoulder. Don was vaguely aware that Burt was crying out in pain, but he was already focused on the fact that Burt's friend, who had managed to avoid falling over the edge of the cliff, was charging at him. There was a flurry of motion as Don twisted to the side and Burt's friend crashed past him, only to fall to his knees. The hilt of Burt's knife was sticking out of the left side of the man's ribcage, blood welling up around it. Don ignored the critically wounded man, and took a second to check on the others. One of the men was lying sprawled against the big rock, probably unconscious, and the other two were running away as fast as they could. Nicole had turned to look in Don's direction and saw one collapsed man, another with a knife sticking out of his chest, and the third sobbing on the ground at Don's feet while clutching at his shoulder. "My god, Don!" she managed. As if he agreed with Nicole's surprise, Burt cried out, "We were only trying to have some fun!" "With a knife?" Don scowled, and then added, "I don't have time for this." He kicked out hard and fast with his heel, snapping Burt's head to the side with stark finality. Without looking down, or back at the girls, Don hurried over to the cliff edge and looked down, searching for any sign of Toshia. He heard the others come up and join him. They all agreed they couldn't see Toshia, either clinging to the cliff face anywhere or in the river. Don scowled, his mind strangely calm and clear. "Get your things and Toshia's, quickly. We have to find a way down there fast." In another minute, the four of them were hurrying along the cliff top, moving downriver, looking for a way down. Chapter 7 The Easy Way; Toshia is thrown to the men. It was late in the morning when a pair of serving girls and four sisters came into the hall of castle where Toshia hung from the big X. "Get her down from there," one of the sisters commanded. The two girls hurried to comply. Toshia was pretty sure the small brunette was Nina, but the little girl avoided making any eye contact with her. They undid her ankles first, and Toshia breathed a ragged sigh of relief as she supported her weight on the ground for the first time in almost 24 hours. Pushing up, she relieved some of the strain on her shoulders. While the two girls worked to untie Toshia's wrists, the warriors moved a bit closer and seemed tensed in case Toshia should make an escape attempt. She realized how ridiculous their concern was when her right wrist was released and her arm fell to her side, a numb, useless appendage. Toshia cried out as her shoulder complained against suddenly moving after so long in the same position. When the other wrist was freed, Toshia's whole body followed the downward motion of her arm, collapsing in a pile on the stone floor. "Get her some food and water," the same woman ordered, and then walked away, leaving the other three guards to watch over Toshia and the serving girls. One of the girls ran off, while the one who was almost certainly Nina caressed Toshia's forehead with a moist cloth. Toshia groaned a bit as she worked to move her arms. Already, her hands were alive with a million pinpricks as the circulation returned to its normal levels. Probably-Nina began to gently massage Toshia's shoulders and upper arms. Then the other girl, a somewhat plain blonde girl with pendulous breasts and wide hips, returned with a flagon of water and three apples. The flagon was tipped up so Toshia could down several mouthfuls, and then the first apple was held for her, much as Nina done during the night. Toshia felt the rejuvenating effects of the water and fruit almost immediately. She fed herself the second apple, and drank down the rest of the flagon's contents. Her body seemed to have suffered no real damage from being tied to that damn cross. Though she could use a good night's sleep on a horizontal surface, Toshia felt reinvigorated. Naturally, given the XYZ, this meant that her sex drive was again kicking into gear. However, her feistiness was, if anything, only encouraged by the treatment she'd received by the warrior women. When the blonde offered her the third apple, Toshia smiled at her and said, "No thanks. You have it. I appreciate the help, both of you." The blonde smiled and nodded her head, and Toshia was sure she felt the briefest kiss on her shoulder from almost certainly Nina. The girls gathered up the apple cores, the empty flagon and the wet cloth, and hurried away. As if on cue, a half dozen of the so-called sisters came into the hall. Leading the way was the haughty Daphne, today wearing a shear red robe that hung from her strong shoulders, and parted down the front to show her cleavage, bare abs and the flowing swatch of gold-yellow fabric that hung from a belt around her waist to cover her privates. Toshia thought she looked like an adolescent boy's fantasy, something ripped off the cover of a Conan paperback or something. Too bad she's such a bitch, Toshia thought. Behind and to Daphne's right was also the blonde Viking woman, Brigit. Like the other warriors, Brigit was wearing the patched-together armor Toshia had seen the day before. The party of women surrounded Toshia. One of them, a big brunette with brown hair cut short, said, "Well, she smells better today." Toshia thought she recognized this woman's voice as that of Wanda, who liked a good butt fucking, but not from a "goat". "Yes, but has her attitude improved?" Daphne wondered. She looked down at Toshia, who was still crouching on the stone floor, with a raised eyebrow and a cold-disinterested expression. "Well, pup, are you going to behave yourself and do as you're told?" Toshia looked around at the armed and armored women, momentarily wondering which one was most likely to hit her if she got out of line. Toshia had been expecting something like this sort of question, and had actually not decided on which response she'd actually give. Finally, she went with, "That depends; are you going to tell me to go on my merry way?" Toshia expected to be hit, but wasn't. Perhaps it was the fact that Daphne actually smiled that kept the others from punishing her. Still, that particular smile was not one Toshia liked seeing. Daphne's smile was the sort that went along with a villain saying, "I was hoping you'd say that." Daphne shook her head and said, "Have no doubt about it, pup, you're not going anywhere. Your pale ass belongs to us now. You'll do whatever we tell you to and you'll do it with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. If I tell you to lick out Wanda's ass, you'll get in there and bury your face between her cheeks and say 'Yum!'" "Why is everyone talking about my ass lately?" Wanda asked, confirming Toshia's guess about her identity. Daphne ignored Wanda, though, and continued addressing Toshia, saying, "The only question is whether you're going to play along like a good little pet, or make us go to all the trouble of breaking you. Playing along is the smart thing, and certainly easiest for all of us. Plus, I'm sure Wanda's ass could use the cleaning. Don't get me wrong, breaking you will be fun too – for us. And be quite confident that we will break you; we've got all the time in the world. Honestly, just between you and me, I hope you're going to keep resisting." Toshia didn't even pause to consider her options, but said, "You know, Daphne, I'd really rather lick Wanda's ass than keep listening to you talk." This time she was smacked, and hard, by someone on her right. Catching herself as she slumped to the left, Toshia heard Wanda saying, "Wait, does that mean she's going to behave?" By way of reply, Daphne ordered, "Give her to the men." Abruptly Toshia was hauled up to her feet, by sisters on either side of her with firm grasps on her upper arms. They compelled her off to the side of the hall, where they led her down a short corridor that in turn led to a small, open courtyard. There was a big section of the courtyard's floor that was missing, and a number of chairs were arranged around this big hole. Daphne led the way, circling around the hole and taking a seat on what looked like the most comfortable chair. Toshia was led to the edge of the hole. Looking down, she saw a big chamber, the center of which, directly underneath her, was taken up by what looked like a very large mattress, covered with a dark red sheet. Brigit came up next to the sister who held Toshia's right arm, and said, "Our men have an easy life, really. They do our manual labor, of course, but there isn't much of that. Now and then we use them as playthings, but not very often. For one thing, they're men, and for another, dangling the possibility of sex in front of them, without giving it to them, serves to keep them well-behaved. So, they're pretty much always in a state of frustration, and they never ever get to just have their way with a woman." Brigit paused and smiled at Toshia, with what seemed to be actual friendly amusement. "Have fun." Then Toshia was shoved forward out into space. Fortunately, the mattress was soft enough to absorb her fall without hurting her. Still, she was left sprawling ungracefully on the red fabric, while above her the women laughed and clapped. Toshia noticed first that the sheet beneath her was not unpleasantly rough, and then that the mattress was thick enough keep her from feeling the hard ground underneath. These were good things, if she correctly understood what was in store for her. Looking around, she saw that three sides of the room, which only extended a small distance from the edges of the mattress, had only bars for walls. The room was, in effect, a large cage, or cell. There was one gate, manned by two particularly brawny sisters. On the other side of the bars was a crowd of naked men, all trying to get a good look at Toshia. The fourth wall was solid, and covered by an ancient mirror, pockmarked and cracked. Toshia could see herself in the surface, though not exactly clearly. Looking up, Toshia saw that Daphne and all her friends were gathered around watching. Daphne raised her hand, which seemed to command a measure of silence from the crowd. When everyone was quiet, she called down into the cell, saying, "Let's start her off with five." This caused both a round of applause from above and some commotion below, on the other side of the bars, as the men jostled for position. Toshia thought that, as Daphne had indirectly suggested, there were two ways to go with this, the easy way and the hard way. The hard way included putting up a fight. Toshia couldn't see any up-side to that approach. In fact, she thought this was what Daphne expected from her, and it would amuse the bitch no end to see Toshia gang raped for the entertainment of the Sisterhood. On the other hand, the easy way would certainly thwart Daphne's intentions – though it might only piss her off all the more. In addition, it had now been days since Toshia had been with the satyrs, and she had had only one orgasm in that time. The five men were now coming into the room with her. They were all naked and in good shape. Two of them were particularly muscular, and two were particularly cute. Their cocks were all semi-hard already, energized by the XYZ in their systems and the prospect of sex with her. Toshia noticed that none of them were graced with the kind of monster pricks she'd had with the Player or Igor, though the biggest guy, a dark-skinned Adonis with a shaved head, had one that was about the size of the Lord's, if his current state was a good indicator. Yes, Toshia thought to herself, the easy way has much to be said for it. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

"He llegado de fracaso en fracaso.  No saben de todos los proyectos previos que no funcionaron.  Pero yo soy cabecidura y el universo lo sabe." Con estas crudas e impactates palabras, Marissa Belvis, nos abre las puertas a una conversación íntima y powerful sobre el camino de alcanzar tus sueños y la importancia de la resiliencia. En este episodio Marissa nos comparte su sabiduría y su experiencia, recordándonos que:  El fracaso, el miedo y la crisis se pueden usar como señales Existen múltiples caminos para alcanzar lo que queremos, la clave está en seguir intentando La incomodidad es esencial para mantener el sueño vivo Esta conversación es una invitación REAL y DIRECTA a salir de tu zona de comfort  y seguir creciendo.

In this week's episode, Sam & Trey sit down to talk about the capacity for telling the truth in music... but the temptation and allure of peddling nonsense instead.To support the work that we do here and to join the conversation, please visit our Patreon: patreon.com/threeblackmen and if you'd like to support us financially outside of Patreon, you can do that via PayPal: threeblackmenpodcast@gmail.com

Happy Thursday, you pop culture junkies! So much to discuss. This week, Brooke looks back at the life of the late Pope, what his death means for the future of the papacy, and, of course, all of the memes. The internet says JD Vance killed the Pope and, honestly, we're all thinking it. She also talks about the Trader Joe's pastel mini totes that people are obsessing over. Also, have you seen the Australian identical twins who witnessed a carjacking? Much to discuss. Brooke also explores how fast AI is evolving and how it's affecting people emotionally, especially when it comes to personal memories and connections. There's a trend right now of using AI to bring dead celebrities back to life. Oh, and SINNERS. The MOVIE everyone is talking about. Shhh, no spoilers!! Additionally, she addresses the rise of anti-Semitism, and the responsibility cultural figures and events have in combating hate following what took place at Coachella.    This week's PCM: https://popculturemondays.com/2025/04/21/the-conclave-edition/   Australian Twins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maF9HNRcWxo  

 The Shhh! Crew is lost in time! Wander aimlessly with us as we discuss The Unmaking of June Farrow by Adrienne Young and poorly misjudge books by their covers. Filled with lots of laughs and confusing timelines, this episode is just as chaotic as it sounds! 

Shhh. We don't want to wake anyone up. It's Midnight Snack, and we're having a little kitchen party with some delicious eats. Lauren Feidner made pasta carbonara. Recipe Club veteran John deBary whipped up a butter ice cream waffle sundae. Kiano Moju brought out passion fruit and lime pie. Midnight has never been tastier. Find out what you should be making in the middle of the night with our club members! Host: Chris Ying Guests: John deBary, Lauren Feidner, and Kiano Moju Producers: Kelsey Rearden, David Meyer, and Noelle Cornelio Director: Kelsey Rearden Engineers: Felipe Guilhermino and Sam Hess Editor: Stefano Sanchez Production Coordinator: Molly O'Keeffe Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Little social media....No marketing campaigns...And She'll Hit 7 figures in her business this year! Being in business for a year is monumental. Being in business for 25 years is magnificent! Here, we talk to owner, Tiffany L. Watkins, owner of ART Property Management, about how she has quietly make her way to her 25th anniversary in business! . . . . Pick up our latest book, Unpacking AGAPE: The 7 Languages of Intentional Leadership at www.worldclasstraining.net/agape . . . #businessownership #entrepreneurship #leadership #leadershipdevelopment #theleaderslounge #worldclasstraining

In this episode, the artist collective Small Audio Art founded by Phoebe McIndoe invites us to contemplate the possibilities of windows… Interview with Phoebe McIndoe Are you creatively stuck, a worried novice audio-maker, or just feeling a little lonely? Don’t worry, Phoebe McIndoe feels you. Establishing Small Audio Art—a 6-month playful, low-stakes project inviting creators to craft stories inspired by everyday objects—the Berlin-based journalist and radio maker welcomes you into her little paradise of quirkiness, randomness, and heaps of laughter. (Shhh… there’s also a listening party with party poppers after each submission round). Next prompt: “clocks” (or any timekeeping device). Submissions can be up to 10 minutes, in MP3 format. Photos or poems welcomed. Jump on the bandwagon. Let your story chime in. Matters of Windows by Jane Lee and Dan Semo In our first story, a reflective monologue on the passage of time, missed opportunities and life choices. “We rush through life pretending we have all the time in the world, but the window is always getting smaller.” Soggy Window by Martin Zaltz Austwick Next up, Martin makes a song out of the squeegee. Time to wipe your windows. Lumi by Andrea Kristinsdottir In our third story, Andrea leaves a window open - and someone escapes. A wholesome search for a cheeky little thing. Meow. The Window by Danni Stewart Through our final window... A ‘part-time’ shirtless guy. Unsolicited flowers. Her window and his window. “The next time I looked at the window, everything was gone.” “I never even spoke to him. So why do I miss him? I don't know.” Thank you to Phoebe McIndoe and all of the audio artists who shared their stories. Follow Small Audio Art and keep an eye out for their next prompt on instagram https://www.instagram.com/smallaudioart_/ All The Best Credits Host Kwame Slusher Executive Producer: Phoebe Adler-Ryan Editorial Producer: Melanie Bakewell Community Coordinator: Patrick McKenzie Image Credit: Lindsey Vassalo Mixed and Compiled by Emma Higgins Theme Music composed by Shining Bird See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Listening doesn't just “happen.” It's a skill—one that can shape their relationships, success, and confidence. So why aren't we teaching it? And how do we start? On this episode of aParently Speaking, host, Miriam Conner, sits down with Christine Miles, author of "What Is It Costing You Not to Listen?", to break it all down. The post Podcast #105: Shhh… Are We Forgetting to Teach Listening? appeared first on Northeast Ohio Parent.

This Redefining Strength Podcast episode focuses on the importance of silencing the inner critic to succeed in health and fitness journeys. The conversation covers practical strategies for recognizing and managing self-critical thoughts, such as treating oneself with the same kindness as a friend, identifying patterns of negative thinking, and using self-compassion mantras. The episode aims to help individuals shift their perspective, embrace their progress, and maintain motivation by fostering a more compassionate and constructive inner dialogue.The video version of this episode is live on youtube!

It's a new season with the Shhh! Crew! Tune in to the first episode of the year and listen to our discussion of the book Atomic Habits by James Clear and our silly Mad Libs rendition of a passage from the classic novel Little Women. It's a brand new year but we're up to our same old tricks!  

We are back at the table for season 6. In this opening episode we discuss the gravity of the moments that we are living in. We are energized to podcast this season and hope you will enjoy what we have cooking up. To support the work that we do here and to join the conversation, please visit our Patreon: patreon.com/threeblackmen and if you'd like to support us financially outside of Patreon, you can do that via PayPal: threeblackmenpodcast@gmail.com

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This week, a specifically Australian take on magical realism weaving a mystery involving a baby, a potentially poisonous mushroom, and the mysterious disappearance of a friend, Chia. Through rich symbolisms and tension, this episode explores truth, lies, friendship, and vulnerability. Shhh…Listen. Banksia’s tell two truths, one lie. The game starts now. Written and read by Leo Alder. Composition and sound design by Suzanne Derry. With production support by Zacha Rosen & Phoebe Adler-Ryan. Recorded at Echidna Audio. This story was originally published by Spineless Wonders. Special thanks goes to Bronwyn Mehan. Meet the Author Leo Alder: https://shortaustralianstories.com.au/meet-the-slinkies-leo-alder/ Cover Art by Ashleigh Green.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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