Podcasts about Shivering

Charles Robert "Bobby" Steele had not had the best childhood. He got into a serious accident when he was 13 and became addicted to drugs not long after. But he was finally trying to turn his life around when he went to stay with his sister in Claymont, Delaware. Until April 11, 2014, he left to run a few errands, made a strange phone call to his sister and was never seen again.Benjamin Archer grew up in New Jersey and traveled out West for years. He got into a bad car accident and wanted to go live with his mother in Delaware City, Delaware. On March 2nd, 2016, Ben walked to nearby DuPont park in just a t-shirt and pants. Shivering, his family found him by a lake talking to himself. While they couldn't convince him to come home, they left some warmer clothes for him by the lake. When they returned to check on him, Ben had vanished and was never seen or heard from again.Show Notes:https://www.audible.com/podcast/Charles-Robert-Bobby-Steele/B0CSWH593Hhttps://www.audible.com/podcast/Episode-234-Benjamin-Morse-Archer-Vision-Quest/B08TGK9HH3

A couple from West Virginia faces charges of child neglect after their 3-year-old son was discovered on the roof of their home during a rainstorm, reportedly "covered waist down in urine and feces" and "hunched over shivering," following a night of partying that involved smoking marijuana and playing video games. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The word רועד means shivering, shaking, and in this episode Guy explains its meaning and usage. Along the way we learn to say earthquake, and vibrato. Hear the All-Hebrew Episode on Patreon   New Words and Expressions: Roed – Trembling, shivering – רועד Kshe-tsiltsalt ra'ad kolech – When you called your voice trembled – כשצלצלת רעד קולך Ha-kol shelach ra'ad – Your voice was trembling – הקול שלך רעד Lir'od me-rov hitragshoot – To tremble out of excitement – לרעוד מרוב התרגשות Roed mi-pahad – Trembling from fear – רועד מפחד Roed me-ha-mivchan – Trembling from the exam – רועד מהמבחן Ra'ad – Shivering, trembling – רעד Re'ida – Shivering – רעידה Re'idot / ra'ad ba-yadayim – Shivering in the hands – רעידות / רעד בידיים Re'idat adama – Earthquake – רעידת אדמה “Al titnu la litpos etchem lo muchanim” – Don't let it catch you unprepared – אל תתנו לה לתפוס אתכם לא מוכנים Re'idot mishneh – Aftershocks – רעידות משנה  Har'ada – Vibrating, shaking – הרעדה Lehar'id – To vibrate – להרעיד Dai lehar'id et ha-shulchan – Stop rocking the table – די להרעיד את השולחן  Avar bi ra'ad – A chill ran down your spine – עבר בי רעד   Playlist and Clips: Nurit Galron – Kshe-tsiltsalt ra'ad kolech (lyrics) How not to tremble before public speaking Benny Amdursky – Ha-na'ara me-ipanema (lyrics) Re'idat adama Vibrato – Har'ada

In this Huberman Lab Essentials episode, I explore how the nervous system impacts fat loss and how certain behaviors and supplements can accelerate fat burning. I explain how non-exercise movements like fidgeting and shivering trigger adrenaline to boost fat metabolism. I also examine the impact of exercise intensity and fasted workouts on fat burning, and how supplements such as caffeine, GLP-1 and berberine can further support fat loss. These science-based tools go beyond traditional calorie counting to enhance metabolism and improve body composition. Huberman Lab Essentials are short episodes (approximately 30 minutes) focused on essential science and protocol takeaways from past Huberman Lab episodes. Essentials will be released every Thursday, and our full-length episodes will still be released every Monday. Read the episode show notes at hubermanlab.com. Thank you to our sponsors AG1: https://drinkag1.com/huberman David: https://davidprotein.com/huberman LMNT: https://drinklmnt.com/huberman Timestamps 00:00:00 Huberman Lab Essentials; Fat Loss 00:01:00 Calories In, Calories Out; Nervous System 00:02:57 Fat Burning, Nervous System & Adrenaline 00:06:31 Sponsor: David 00:07:45 Increase Adrenaline, Shivering, Tool: Fidgeting 00:11:25 Shivering & Fat Loss, White & Brown Fat 00:14:42 Tool: Deliberate Cold Exposure Protocol 00:16:43 Sponsor: AG1 00:18:38 High, Medium vs Low-Intensity Exercise, Exercise Fasted? 00:24:30 Tool: Exercise for Fat Loss; Adrenaline 00:27:18 Sponsor: LMNT 00:28:34 Caffeine, Dose, Exercise & Fat Loss 00:30:17 GLP-1, Yerba Mate, Exercise; Semaglutide 00:33:16 Berberine, Metformin, Insulin 00:34:12 Diet, Adherence, Carbohydrates & Insulin 00:35:52 Recap & Key Takeaways Disclaimer & Disclosures

During this week's Metabolic Classroom lecture, Ben explores the metabolic power of cold therapy, explaining how brief, controlled exposure to cold can significantly enhance metabolic function.He starts with a deep dive into brown adipose tissue (BAT), which is rich in mitochondria and burns calories to generate heat. Cold exposure activates BAT through norepinephrine, leading to mitochondrial uncoupling and energy expenditure without producing ATP. Interestingly, even white fat can be transformed into metabolically active “beige” fat, increasing thermogenesis.Dr. Bikman then moves into how shivering muscle activity contributes to thermogenesis. Unlike BAT, muscle contraction generates heat while performing work. Shivering triggers glucose uptake, improves insulin sensitivity, and releases irisin, a hormone that stimulates thermogenic activity in fat tissue. He also discusses AMPK activation, which plays a key role in facilitating this glucose-burning process.The lecture then highlights a series of hormones influenced by cold, including FGF21 and adiponectin, which boost fat oxidation, enhance insulin sensitivity, and promote mitochondrial biogenesis. Ben reflects on the broader role of the autonomic nervous system, emphasizing how cold therapy improves both sympathetic and parasympathetic function, promoting nervous system flexibility and resilience.Dr. Bikman wraps up by comparing cold exposure methods—from face immersion and cold showers to cryotherapy and full-body ice baths. He strongly endorses full-body cold water immersion as the most effective strategy, especially when shivering occurs post-immersion. His personal recommendation is the Morozko Forge ice bath (he has no vested interest in this company), citing its sustained metabolic impact and practical benefit. He closes by urging viewers to consider cold therapy as a scientifically grounded tool to support overall metabolic health.Show Notes/References:For complete show notes and references, we invite you to become a Ben Bikman Insider subscriber. As a subscriber, you'll enjoy real-time, livestream Metabolic Classroom access which includes live Q&A after the lecture with Ben, ad-free podcast episodes, show notes and references, Ben's Research Reviews Podcast, and a searchable archive that includes all Metabolic Classroom episodes and Research Reviews. Learn more: https://www.benbikman.com#ColdTherapy #IceBath #BrownFat #MetabolicHealth #InsulinResistance #Mitochondria #ShiveringThermogenesis #AMPK #Irisin #FGF21 #Adiponectin #FatLoss #GlucoseControl #HealthOptimization #AutonomicNervousSystem #BeigeFat #WeightLossTips #Hormones #Biohacking #BenBikman #drbenbikman

W pięćset czterdziestym drugim tygodniu nadawania Jerry, Mando i Szymas wyruszają do Tokio, by wspólnie z reżyserem Jinem Kudo, jego asystentką Miho Ichikawą oraz kamerzystą Masatsugu Tashiro nakręcić mockument, na jaki świat nie zasłużył, ale którego potrzebował! Czym tak właściwie jest franczyza „Senritsu Kaiki File Kowasugi” (2012-2015)? Jak mocno związany jest z nią Kôji Shiraishi? Dlaczego Ed Warren bałby się zawiązać rzemyk u sandała Jina Kudo? Czy ekipie łowców duchów uda się schwytać Kuchisake-Onnę? Co łączy mieszkanie Marty i Bogusi z Kapitularza 2024 z nawiedzonym budynkiem w epizodzie „File 2: Shivering Ghost”? Dlaczego Mando ma awersję do czarnych plansz? Czy Jerry pokocha japońskie found footage? Jakie filmy kręcił kiedyś Szymas? Ile w „Senritsu Kaiki” „Trudnych spraw” i „Dlaczego ja?”, a ile „Z Archiwum X” i innych procedurali? Kto z nas chętnie pozna ciąg dalszy historii Kudo i spółki? Odpowiedzi poznacie już za chwilę. Tylko w Nawiedzonym Podcaście! Plik mp3 do pobrania (1 godz 11 min 19 sek)

Saint Michael's Church has a new First Lady, named Jenna.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Candlemas RompThis Sunday had brought the heaviest rain so far of 2023. The weather had caused a notable drop in the number of people attending this morning's church service, Reverend Morris noticed.Today was Candlemas, which commemorated the ritual purification of Mary, forty days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marked the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem. It reminded Jenna of her own sacred ritual of fertility, Mentula Cōleī Baptism'. She's thankful to be so blessed by God, to have such devoted church elders guiding her spiritual development.After the service, and the usual tea, biscuits and chit chat in the church hall, Reverend Morris was eager to return to the vicarage. His wife had given him "that look"; and he knew what that meant. It had been a week since they'd made love, and as he had a feeling Jenna would be more than up for "a little afternoon delight," as she termed it.Outside, the late January winter rain was still lashing down. Despite the vicarage being a five minute walk from the church, the vicar and his wife had neglected to bring an umbrella with them. By the time they arrived home, they were both soaked to the bone.Reverend Morris' hair was wet, and the legs of his trousers clung damply to him, and the back of his black shirt was also soaked. He figured he was going to come down with a nasty cold if he didn't get into some dry clothes right away. Jenna evidently had the same thought, and they went straight upstairs to the master bedroom.She opened the wardrobe doors, and he switched on a bedside lamp. Shivering, they stripped out of their wet clothes.When they were nearly undressed, they glanced at each other. Their eyes locked.Still, they didn't speak. They didn't need to.He took her in his arms, and they kissed lightly at first, tenderly. Her mouth was warm and soft and vaguely flavored with communion wine.She clutched him, pulled him closer, her fingertips digging into the muscles of his back. She pushed her mouth hard against his, scraped his lip with her teeth, thrust her tongue deep, and abruptly their kisses grew hot, demanding.Something seemed to snap in him, and in her, too, for their desire was suddenly marked by animal urgency. They responded to each other in a hungry, almost frenzied fashion, hastily casting off the last of their clothes, pawing at each other's wet bodies, squeezing, stroking. She nipped his shoulder with her teeth. He gripped her pert buttocks and kneaded them with uncharacteristic crudity, but she didn't wince or try to pull away; indeed, she pressed even more insistently against him, rubbing her breasts over his chest and grinding her hips against his. Their wet, tussled hair and slippery bodies wrestled to seduce each other into submission. The soft whimpers that escaped from her were not sounds of pain; they clearly expressed her eagerness and need.In bed, his energy was manic, and his staying power amazed him. He was insatiable, and so was she. They thrust and thrashed and flexed and tensed in perfect harmony, as if they were not only joined but fused, as if they were a single organism, shaken by only one set of stimuli instead of two. Every vestige of civilization slipped from them, and for a long while the only noises they made were animal sounds: panting; groaning; throaty grunts of pleasure; short, sharp cries of excitement. At last Jenna uttered the first word to pass between them since they had left the church:"Oh my God!"And again, arching her slender, graceful body, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow: "Yes, yes!" It was not merely an orgasm to which she was saying yes, for she'd already had a couple of those and had announced them with only ragged breathing and soft mewling. She was saying yes to life.The vicar repeated the word as if chanting a sacred incantation,"Yes, yes, yes!"as he emptied his cum into her a second time.Spent, they stretched out on their backs, side by side on the disheveled bed. For a long time they listened to the rain on the roof and to the persistent thunder, which was no longer loud enough to rattle the windows. Wind howled around the side of the house.Jenna lay with her eyes closed, her face completely relaxed."Lovely service this morning, Simon!" She said at last. "Great choice of hymns.""It certainly was. I think my sermon went down well. Shame about the weather.""Hmm, I don't know - I think the rainy weather makes me much hornier than normal!" It isn't even February, but my winter ‘cabin fever' has already set in. Get ready for more of this ravishing sex, my stud!"Happy Candlemas, Jenna," Reverend Morris replied.Jenna & the Church Trip: Part 1“Thine be the glory hole!”More light-hearted goings-on with vicar's wife Jenna. New year, new naughtiness, and a dull coach trip organized by the church might turn out to be more fun than expected! God works in mysterious ways. For Jenna's husband, it was relief from a nymph wife who had few other ways to occupy herself, besides sexual romps, at all hours of the day and night."I'm so pleased that Alpha and Omega coach holidays have re-started their short breaks," Reverend Simon Morris excitedly exclaimed. "I've just booked us on the three-day trip to Epworth!"His wife Jenna looked up from her phone. "Epworth? Where's that?""It's in Lincolnshire. Now I know what you're thinking, it's January, the excitement of Christmas and the New Year is over and it's such a dull time of year. The weather is awful and what I really should be doing is booking us a fortnight in the Maldives or Barbados to escape the British winter blues. But instead I've booked us a coach trip to Lincolnshire,"Jenna tried to look interested. "Well, I've never been to Lincolnshire. Always nice to see somewhere new.""The reason I booked this trip is that Epworth is the birthplace of John and Charles Wesley. I thought you'd like to see it. After all, you are a big fan of them, yes?" He winked at her. "Oakwood Road Methodist Church are forever grateful to you for what you did last year."Jenna grinned. "I'd love to see their birthplace. So, when is this trip?""Next Monday. I think it'll be a fun little getaway. Gordon's coming along too. Oh and so is Barry, his cousin."That made Jenna perk up. Ooh, she thought to herself. I wonder if he's as hot? "He's recovered from his broken ankle then?""As far as I know, he's made a full recovery. His daughter Lisa came over from Florida to stay with him, so Gordon was relieved at that.""Thank goodness for that," Jenna replied. She'd really missed seeing her favorite organist. Oakwood's organist Raymond Wilson had done a superb job standing in for Gordon, thanks to some "gentle persuasion" from Jenna on Christmas Eve. "What sort of hotel are we staying at?"Reverend Morris looked at the Alpha and Omega brochure. "Hmm. We're staying at a hotel just outside Epworth that was originally a 17th century coaching inn. It's called The Parson's Knob, "Jenna almost spat out the coffee she was drinking. "Seriously?""I'm sure there is an innocent explanation for that name! Then again, maybe not! According to the travel agent, all twenty rooms of the hotel had been booked up for a group of Albanian asylum seekers. However for some bizarre reason, after a few days, the Albanians all begged to be transferred to a Travelodge a few miles away.""That is weird," Jenna replied. "I'd much rather stay in a lovely old historical inn than some crappy Travelodge. Oh well. Maybe they wanted somewhere a bit more modern?""Perhaps?"The day of the trip arrived. The British weather was true to form, and it had been raining hard since dawn. "When's the coach due again?" Jenna asked as she and Reverend Morris shivered at the bus stop opposite the railway station."Should be here now," her husband replied. "Oh look, there's Gordon and Barry!""Hmm, maybe this trip won't be so dull after all!" She smirked. Barry was basically a clone of Gordon. "Looks more like his identical twin brother than his cousin!" The only difference being that Barry was wearing glasses. The resemblance was uncanny."I don't know why I let you talk me into coming with you on this trip," Barry moaned as he and Gordon approached the bus stop. "You know I'm not a member of the God Squad, ""You haven't met the vicar's wife yet," Gordon whispered."Oh, this the lass you've got the hots for?" His skeptical cousin rolled his eyes."I think you'll find quite a lot of the fellas at St. Michael's Church have the hots for her," Gordon replied. "Oh God, there she is!"Barry adjusted his glasses. "Bloody hell. You weren't kidding when you said she was a bit of a fox, were you? Dream on! She's way too young for you, Gordy! I'd say she's way too young for the vicar too, but she must have a thing for older men if she's ended up marrying him,"Gordon chuckled. "If only you knew half of the things that go on at St. Michael's, dear cousin. If you did, wild horses wouldn't be able to drag you away from the Sunday Eucharist!""Hello!" Jenna said. "Oh Gordon, is this your cousin?""Hiya, and yes, this is Barry. He's not been won over by St. Michael's yet,""I see. Nice to meet you! Maybe you'll think differently about our church after you've been on this trip?""Perhaps," Barry interrupted, ogling Jenna, until Gordon gave him a nudge.Ten minutes later, a white minibus pulled up at the bus stop."Oh, I was expecting a coach," said Jenna. Further along the street, came Josh the curate and Norman the churchwarden."Not as many people booked as was expected," Reverend Morris replied. "I blame the weather. Afraid there's only six of us!"The group boarded the bus. Barry turned to Gordon. "She's not the typical vicar's wife is she?""Oh not at all," Gordon smiled.Barely half an hour into the journey and as always tended to happen on road trips, someone needed the toilet.Reverend Morris rolled his eyes. "Oh for goodness sake, we've only just set off. We're not due to stop for another hour, when we have our lunch at Cusworth Hall in Doncaster!"This does tend to happen when you have elderly passengers," the bus driver remarked. "I know. I've been doing this job for thirty years. The stories I could tell you!""We haven't got any elderly passengers," the vicar replied. "It's our organist who needs to go. As usual!""Oi, it's not my fault my bloody prostate makes me pee more!" Gordon yelled from the back of the bus. "You're not being very Christian today, Vicar! How about some compassion for your fellow man?""Yes, yes, alright. I'm sorry Gordon. Alright, we'll find somewhere to pull in for a quick comfort break. Is that okay with you, Ahmed?""No worries," the bus driver replied, checking the sat nav. "There's a coach stop a couple of miles away. I'll just come off at the next junction and it's right there. I've stopped at it a few times. It's a bit down at heel, but,""That'll do. As long as there are toilets.""Oh yeah. They're unisex though, and a bit, grimy. Is that a problem?""Not at all," Reverend Morris smirked. "Any port in a storm, as the old saying goes!"The minibus exited the motorway. A short time later, it pulled onto the car park of Jed's Butty Hut, a sandwich restaurant in a 1960s prefab that had seen better days."Right," Reverend Morris said, checking his watch. "We'll have a fifteen minute stop here. Can everyone be back on the bus by ten o'clock please?"The toilets were at the back of the main building. Gordon hurried in first. There were five cubicles, each with its own nauseating odor. He entered the first one. The toilet was missing a seat and the bowl was overflowing with vomit."Ugh. No thanks." He hurried out and entered the next one. A dead crow was sticking out of the toilet, beak wide open and wings spread, reminiscent of a scene from Hitchcock's The Birds."Fuck," he muttered, rushing out and into the third one. This toilet seemed clean enough, only a few cigarette ends and crack pipes floating in it.A few minutes later, Jenna decided to relieve herself, even though she could've held on until Doncaster. It was always the same on a trip. You got the urge to go even though you didn't actually need to go.The pretty redhead went into the end cubicle, which was the cleanest of the lot. Graffiti was daubed all over the walls, the usual expletives, plus crude drawings of cocks done in black marker pen. An urban art gallery for the times, she remarked to herself as she did her thing. It was then that she noticed a neat, circular hole on the lower right side of the partition wall."Ooh, a glory hole," she said to herself. "I wonder if it's well-used?""Why don't we try it out?" A muffled voice in the next cubicle muttered. Seconds later, a cock poked through it!"Gordon, is that you?" Jenna whispered. The shaft was thick just like his."No," the mystery man replied. She didn't recognize his voice, so he had to be someone from the restaurant. Jenna gasped. A burst of excitement ran through her, at the thought of touching this stranger's cock. At the same time, the danger associated with doing this seemed to add to the thrill.With her right hand, she reached down, slowly tracing up and down the length of the engorged cock with her palm. The man let out a groan. The size and hardness of his member increased Jenna's excitement. Her cunt was getting increasingly wet in anticipation, and she quickly knelt down in front of the generous offering.She rolled her tongue around its circumference and sucked on it as she would a piece of fruit, trying to get every drop of pre-cum. Not content with just a portion, she began to slowly venture down the shaft. With every thrust forward, she took more of it down her throat."Oh!" The mystery man exclaimed. He moaned in pleasure and bestowed every compliment he could think of on her.Jenna withdrew in order to say something. "What a gentleman you are!""Well you're damned good," came his reply.With every bobbing of her head, Jenna made progress toward the base. Above the slurping sounds she made as she wetted the shaft with her saliva, she could hear the stranger gently moaning with approval at her technique. She began to vary her speed; one moment erupting with a robust attack, then at an instant slowing her pace to relish the feast.Feeling the end would arrive soon, Jenna quickened her speed. She too, felt the rising heat from her crotch swelling to an orgasmic crescendo. Then, at the apex of pleasure, there erupted from deep within her cunt a spasm, which rapidly spread a pleasing warmth all over her body.The man's body stiffened as he released his full load into Jenna's mouth with a mighty groan. When every drop had been expelled, he slowly withdrew his rod from the glory hole."Mmm, delicious," Jenna said, swallowing all the cum. There was the sound of a zipper being fastened. Suddenly she heard the main door of the toilets open and a group of people enter. She stood up and flushed the toilet. The mystery man exited the cubicle before Jenna was able to peek through the glory hole to see who he was."Oh shit," Jenna muttered, checking her smartphone. It was ten o'clock. "Simon's not going to be too happy."Hurrying out of the toilet, she washed her hands and dashed out."Sorry I'm last guys," she said, getting back on the bus. "Those toilets were gross. I wasted time putting loads of paper on the seat.""Don't blame you," Reverend Morris replied. "I confess, I couldn't bring myself to go in! I'm squeamish about public loos, especially filthy ones. I'll just cross my legs until we get to Doncaster!"The minibus pulled out of the car park.Gordon glanced at his cousin, who appeared to be in a daze. "What's the matter with you? The sight of that dead bird in the bog?""Uh, what?" Barry replied, staring straight ahead."Never mind. You mustn't have seen it.""I've seen the light," said Barry."Are you hammered or something?"Barry smiled and turned to Gordon. "You were right! She isn't the typical vicar's wife!"As the minibus exited the M180 motorway and drew near to its destination, tall pines crowded the sides of a long main road. They formed a grey-green tunnel, casting long shadows in the late-afternoon light. The day was cloudless yet strangely forbidding, Reverend Morris mused."Well the weather's a lot better than it was this morning!" Jenna said, knocking her husband out of his thoughts. "The land sure is flat round here. No hills anywhere.""I think some parts of the Fens are below sea level," Reverend Morris said. "The highest point is World's Top. Lots of beautiful areas for walking and such, shame we haven't the time to explore the Wolds. Oh well, there'll be other times. I'm looking forward to getting off this bus and stretching my legs, though!"A road sign appeared. Epworth, 2 miles.A few houses were tucked in the purple gloom among the trees on both sides of the road; their windows glowed with soft yellow light even an hour before nightfall. Most were Georgian-era red brick cottages with terracotta roof tiles.The Parson's Knob was a 3 story building dating back to the 1690s. Once a coaching inn, it had gone through various occupations before being converted into a hotel. As the minibus pulled onto the car park, a peculiar sense of wrongness immediately overcame Reverend Morris. He could not identify the reasons for his instant negative reaction to the place, though perhaps it was related to the somber interplay of light and shadow caused by the tall conifers encircling the car park. At this dying end of the January day, in the cheerless sunlight, the white painted exterior of the building gleamed as if built from time-bleached bones. The shadows cast by the trees were stark, spiky, razor-edged.Exiting the minibus, the small group made their way into the hotel. There was no-one at the reception desk."Ah, typical British service," Gordon muttered to Barry. "Non-existent."As the group waited for a member of staff to arrive, Reverend Morris paused to study the other guests in the lounge. Not many were there, four or five people, mostly middle-aged. They also struck him as wrong, though his reasons for thinking ill of them were less definable than those that fanned his impression of the hotel itself. They looked uneasy, one man wandering around with peculiar air of urgency that seemed unsuited to an old-fashioned hotel such as this.Reverend Morris sighed and headed back to the reception desk, telling himself that his imagination was running wild.Gordon, not known for patience, pressed the bell on the reception desk again."Does anyone work at this place? We've been stood here for ten minutes!"Moments a later, an overworked-looking Eastern European woman came hurrying behind the desk."I'm so sorry for your wait! We're really short-staffed at the moment. Many workers have gone on strike.""Makes a change from being absent due to testing positive I suppose," Gordon replied and the vicar pulled a face at him."We've only four rooms available, the receptionist replied. "A lot of rooms are, being redecorated. Mr. and Mrs. Morris, you're in Room 13, which has a double bed." She turned to the others. "Which leaves three rooms, all with two single beds. Someone will have a room of their own, but the other four of you will have to share. Are you gentleman okay with sharing?"Josh looked at Norman. "That's fine by me."Gordon looked horrified. "I'm not sharing a room with my cousin. He snores!""What? No I don't!" Barry shouted."You do. When I was seeing to you over Christmas when you had that broken ankle, you nodded off on the couch and your snoring was that bad, doors were opening and closing."Ahmed the bus driver attempted to calm the situation. "I don't mind sharing. My wife snores. They can hear her snores in Bradford. I'm used to it though. I just put my wireless earbuds in.""Okay, thanks, that's sorted then. Mr. Leesmith, you get the room of your own then, yes?""Suits me!" Gordon smiled. "I prefer a room all to myself."Jenna smirked. "Unless you have to share a room with a woman, or a pipe organ, right?"He winked back at her. "You know me so well!"Barry raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, "Reverend Morris and Jenna trudged up three flights of stairs to get to the room, seeing as the lift was out of order."Good thing we've just got overnight bags instead of heavy suitcases," he said. "I'm not too enamored with this place so far.""What do you expect for such a low price though? It could be so much worse. It's dated and badly in need of re-decorating, but it seems clean enough. Cheer up Simon!" Jenna said. Already she was thinking of Gordon, all alone in his room. Maybe I could read him a bedtime story,"Yep, you're right. Sorry for being such a misery guts today. Not very Christian is it?"The vicar had arrived with the knowledge that something was rotten there, so of course he saw ominous signs in a perfectly innocent scene.At least that was what he told himself. But he knew better.During the wait at the reception desk, he'd overheard two of the guests discussing the hotel. Why had the Albanians left in such a hurry? What was the real reason for the workers going on strike? Reverend Morris had a hunch that the truth, once uncovered, would be unusually disturbing.Room 13, despite the bad luck associated with such a number, was decent enough, clean, double bed and a view overlooking the River Torne."Ooh comfy!" Jenna flopped on the bed. Reverend Morris peered out of the window. To the west, the sun sank through a sky that was slowly turning muddy red. Serpentine tendrils of fog began to rise off the water."There's a bit of a disagreeable chill in this room. I suppose it's because this window isn't double glazed." He sat down on the bed, still feeling a dim but persistent sense of unease.Jenna bit her lip. "Why don't we have some, fun?" She whispered something in her husband's ear and his eyes widened."My dear, are you sure?"She stood up and began loosening her clothing. "Long journeys make me so horny. What do you think John Wesley would do after a long journey?"He blinked. "Well, usually, he'd sit reading his Bible,""Hmm. In that case, let me lead you into temptation." She removed the last of her clothes.Reverend Morris immediately had a raging boner. "What a good idea!" The negative thoughts vanished from his mind as his wife began pleasuring herself.Jenna's eyes were heavy-lidded as she stared at the outline of the reverend's cock, which was presently tenting his black trousers. She lay back on the bed, and her bare foot slowly stroked up the inside of his thigh caressing the bulge of his manhood. Reverend Morris moaned at her sensual touch and thrust his hips instinctively against her foot. He raised her leg, ran his tongue lightly along the sole of her other foot, making her giggle. A low laugh rumbled in his throat as he went back to her toes, kissing each one before working his way up her smooth leg."Oh Simon,"She murmured his name in a needy whine, spreading her milky thighs further apart as his mouth slowly kissed and licked closer to her core. Unable to resist such an invitation, he settled on his stomach between her legs. He drew his tongue along her hot slit then closed his mouth over it to suck up her sweet juices. Jenna gasped, arching her back. Her husband began to worship her eagerly, her taste inflaming his want. She cried out then, rocking her hips and coming in his mouth. After savoring her juices, Reverend Morris stood up, unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock and began lazily stroking it. She purred at the sight, sitting up in front of him and wrapping her hand around the base of the shaft."Let me bless you."He moved his hand and allowed her to stroke him. "Mmm, I am blessed in many ways, and eternally thankful!""Seeing as this hotel hasn't impressed you, it's up to me to make our stay here memorable." Jenna smiled and crawled in his lap, straddling him. The feeling of having her so close in his arms as she jacked him with her hand was intense because her cunt hovered so close to the head of his cock. Growling, Reverend Morris grasped her arse cheeks. Jenna closed her eyes in joy.At that point, an unseen presence in the room grew tired of being a mere spectator and decided to join in.He knelt behind Jenna so that she was sandwiched between the two of them, and began stroking her lower back.Reverend Morris began caressing her breasts. She let out a little moan at his touch.Enjoying her reaction, the invisible one moved his right hand down and he very gently used his index finger to massage her arsehole."Ooh Simon. That's new, but I like it!""What is?""Huh?" Jenna opened her eyes and realized both his hands were still on her tits. "I just felt something finger my butthole, ah!"Arching her back and squeezing her husband's cock with her hand, she uttered a breathy scream."Simon, I think there's a ghost in here!" Jenna whimpered in response as the unseen presence put firm pressure on her rosebud. "Ahh, he's fingering my arse!""I can't see anyone," Reverend Morris moaned, desperate to feel the tight walls of Jenna's sex engulf him. "Maybe John Wesley's come looking for you?" He shifted his hips so the head of his aching shaft was nestled at her entrance."I'm being serious here!"Someone continued to stroke her arsehole, gradually putting more pressure until the tip of his finger was inside."Mmm yes," Reverend Morris sighed, too under the spell of arousal to care.Jenna sighed in pleasure, steadily lowering herself onto her husband's cock. The unseen one pushed his finger a little bit further inside her tight anal passage. Jenna let out a surprised squeak of pleasure and wiggled her hips until he was fully embedded inside of her, .his finger and her husband's cock now filling her sweet holes.Reverend Morris moaned as he intensified his strokes, plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Jenna cried out in delight at this and then the unseen one's finger pressed deeper still and suddenly she was coming again. Her clenching walls coupled with an invisible finger embedded in her arse created a tightness around Reverend Morris' cock beyond anything he thought possible and with the first compression of her orgasm around his cock, a low whine escaped his throat and he came, filling her with his seed.The unknown entity carefully withdrew his finger from Jenna's arse. There was no time for her to catch her breath.She murmured, as her husband moved away, stroking his softening cock. Suddenly, something slid up her arse, thrusting gently to begin with. She was surprised that it didn't hurt at all. She'd never experienced anal before but had read it could be extremely painful. And without lube, well that didn't bear thinking about!"Ahha, ha, who are you, what are you?" Jenna panted.The invisible presence shot a massive load of cum deep inside her arse and she closed her eyes tight. He pulled out, and Jenna panted, sweat running off her and cum oozing out of both orifices,"Oh," Jenna gasped, flopping forward. A yell of terror from her husband finally brought her to her senses."Oh my God!""What's wrong, Simon?""There! There!" His eyes were wide with fright and he was pointing. "Behind you! Who, what is that? He's got no head!"Jenna looked round. He was dressed in black. A white collar. The unmistakable clothing of a Cromwellian-era preacher. And was completely without a head."A headless ghost has just had anal sex with me," Jenna blinked. "I'm, kind of okay with this. I had a threesome with my vicar husband and a ghost. Is that a holy trinity or an unholy one?"Reverend Morris twitched and fainted."What a shame you can't talk," Jenna said, standing before him. "I wonder who you are? Did I please you? If I did, maybe you could bow?"The headless ghost bowed and vanished."Aww. Well he seemed satisfied." She rushed over to her husband, who was staggering to his feet. "It's alright Simon. He's gone.""I didn't just imagine all that did I?" Reverend Morris groaned, sitting on the bed. "We just, encountered a headless ghost?""Oh he was real alright. He came in my arse!""Are you sure you okay? Did he; it hurt you?""I'm fine! Was a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one.""Hmm, I think we should say a prayer for that lost soul," Reverend Morris replied. "I wouldn't like to think he'll return later tonight.""Oh I don't think he will," Jenna smiled. "He was just horny and he is satisfied now. He bowed at me before he disappeared.""I guess that explains why those Albanians begged to be transferred to the Travelodge! The travel agent never said anything about this place being haunted. No wonder its half-empty!"LaterIt was around five minutes after midnight. In Room 11, Gordon was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Despite wearing nothing but his vest and y-fronts, he was boiling hot, and sweat was running down his brow."God, this room's like a furnace!" He groaned, throwing the duvet off and switching the bedside lamp on. He staggered over to the radiator. It was as cold as ice."Why's it so hot in here? Hope I'm not coming down with flu or something."Gordon made his way into the bathroom and fumbled around for the light pull cord. Intending to splash his face with cold water, he hurriedly turned the washbasin tap, but instead of water, black powder shot out of it."What the fuck?" He squinted at the stuff. "Looks like soil. A right dump this place is.A curious smoky smell met his nose. There was something familiar about the smell, it reminded him of fireworks. Hearing faint laughter, Gordon looked in the mirror."Bloody hell!"Ahmed and Barry were rudely awakened by a furious banging on the bedroom door."What the?" Barry groaned, getting out of bed. "Who can that be? Almost knocking the door down!""Might be a drunk or a crackhead," Ahmed said. "Don't open the door. They usually get bored and go bother someone else."Barry! Barry! Let me in!" Gordon yelled.Barry opened the door and was almost knocked over as Gordon dashed in."Can I sleep here? I have to sleep in here!""Whoa, whoa, calm down. What's happened?" Barry said."Can I sleep here?" Gordon prattled. The color had drained from his face."There's no spare bed.""Do you think I care about that?" Gordon yelled, grabbing his cousin by the front of his pajamas. "I'll sleep on the floor! I can't go back to that room! Oh my God. I've just had the shock of my life!""Did someone break into your room?" Ahmed asked."Break in? Not much chance of stopping a ghost from breaking in is there? My bloody room is haunted!"To be continued.By Blacksheep for Literotica.

We live in interesting times.    And they're getting interestinger!   I keep my eyes open for big thinkers to help guide and inform me as I keep trying to make sense of the world. My friend Tim Urban (@waitbutwhy) is one of those people:   Tim has a giant mind willing to engage with our fundamental nature of knowledge, reality, and existence. The big questions!   Tim's blog Wait Buy Why still scores millions of readers per month with big-name fans like Jonathan Haidt, Bari Weiss, Sam Harris, Bryan Johnson, and (yes) Elon Musk. Why? Because Tim has an incredible way of smallifying complex topics like artificial intelligence, time we have for loved ones, or why we haven't seen aliens into simple language.    More recently Tim has self-published an incredible book called 'What's Our Problem: A Self-Help Book For Societies' (which I review here!). He's a teacher and a philosopher. His Richard Feynman-like distillation abilities are on display in his TED Talk on procrastination which has 75 million views!   Tim's intellectual curiosity is huge and we are very lucky to get a glimpse into how his brain works in this classic chapter of 3 Books. Fly down to New York City with me and let's sit in the corner of a crowded coffee shop in SoHo with Tim as we discuss breaking convention, retaining curiosity, the Stitches vs Band-aids test, why you should let your children wear shorts in the winter, the difference between cooks and chefs, and much, much more....   Let's flip the page back to Chapter 22 now...

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Saint Michael's Church has a new First Lady, named Jenna.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Candlemas RompThis Sunday had brought the heaviest rain so far of 2023. The weather had caused a notable drop in the number of people attending this morning's church service, Reverend Morris noticed.Today was Candlemas, which commemorated the ritual purification of Mary, forty days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marked the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem. It reminded Jenna of her own sacred ritual of fertility, Mentula Cōleī Baptism'. She's thankful to be so blessed by God, to have such devoted church elders guiding her spiritual development.After the service, and the usual tea, biscuits and chit chat in the church hall, Reverend Morris was eager to return to the vicarage. His wife had given him "that look"; and he knew what that meant. It had been a week since they'd made love, and as he had a feeling Jenna would be more than up for "a little afternoon delight," as she termed it.Outside, the late January winter rain was still lashing down. Despite the vicarage being a five minute walk from the church, the vicar and his wife had neglected to bring an umbrella with them. By the time they arrived home, they were both soaked to the bone.Reverend Morris' hair was wet, and the legs of his trousers clung damply to him, and the back of his black shirt was also soaked. He figured he was going to come down with a nasty cold if he didn't get into some dry clothes right away. Jenna evidently had the same thought, and they went straight upstairs to the master bedroom.She opened the wardrobe doors, and he switched on a bedside lamp. Shivering, they stripped out of their wet clothes.When they were nearly undressed, they glanced at each other. Their eyes locked.Still, they didn't speak. They didn't need to.He took her in his arms, and they kissed lightly at first, tenderly. Her mouth was warm and soft and vaguely flavored with communion wine.She clutched him, pulled him closer, her fingertips digging into the muscles of his back. She pushed her mouth hard against his, scraped his lip with her teeth, thrust her tongue deep, and abruptly their kisses grew hot, demanding.Something seemed to snap in him, and in her, too, for their desire was suddenly marked by animal urgency. They responded to each other in a hungry, almost frenzied fashion, hastily casting off the last of their clothes, pawing at each other's wet bodies, squeezing, stroking. She nipped his shoulder with her teeth. He gripped her pert buttocks and kneaded them with uncharacteristic crudity, but she didn't wince or try to pull away; indeed, she pressed even more insistently against him, rubbing her breasts over his chest and grinding her hips against his. Their wet, tussled hair and slippery bodies wrestled to seduce each other into submission. The soft whimpers that escaped from her were not sounds of pain; they clearly expressed her eagerness and need.In bed, his energy was manic, and his staying power amazed him. He was insatiable, and so was she. They thrust and thrashed and flexed and tensed in perfect harmony, as if they were not only joined but fused, as if they were a single organism, shaken by only one set of stimuli instead of two. Every vestige of civilization slipped from them, and for a long while the only noises they made were animal sounds: panting; groaning; throaty grunts of pleasure; short, sharp cries of excitement. At last Jenna uttered the first word to pass between them since they had left the church:"Oh my God!"And again, arching her slender, graceful body, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow: "Yes, yes!" It was not merely an orgasm to which she was saying yes, for she'd already had a couple of those and had announced them with only ragged breathing and soft mewling. She was saying yes to life.The vicar repeated the word as if chanting a sacred incantation,"Yes, yes, yes!"as he emptied his cum into her a second time.Spent, they stretched out on their backs, side by side on the disheveled bed. For a long time they listened to the rain on the roof and to the persistent thunder, which was no longer loud enough to rattle the windows. Wind howled around the side of the house.Jenna lay with her eyes closed, her face completely relaxed."Lovely service this morning, Simon!" She said at last. "Great choice of hymns.""It certainly was. I think my sermon went down well. Shame about the weather.""Hmm, I don't know - I think the rainy weather makes me much hornier than normal!" It isn't even February, but my winter ‘cabin fever' has already set in. Get ready for more of this ravishing sex, my stud!"Happy Candlemas, Jenna," Reverend Morris replied.Jenna & the Church Trip: Part 1“Thine be the glory hole!”More light-hearted goings-on with vicar's wife Jenna. New year, new naughtiness, and a dull coach trip organized by the church might turn out to be more fun than expected! God works in mysterious ways. For Jenna's husband, it was relief from a nymph wife who had few other ways to occupy herself, besides sexual romps, at all hours of the day and night."I'm so pleased that Alpha and Omega coach holidays have re-started their short breaks," Reverend Simon Morris excitedly exclaimed. "I've just booked us on the three-day trip to Epworth!"His wife Jenna looked up from her phone. "Epworth? Where's that?""It's in Lincolnshire. Now I know what you're thinking, it's January, the excitement of Christmas and the New Year is over and it's such a dull time of year. The weather is awful and what I really should be doing is booking us a fortnight in the Maldives or Barbados to escape the British winter blues. But instead I've booked us a coach trip to Lincolnshire,"Jenna tried to look interested. "Well, I've never been to Lincolnshire. Always nice to see somewhere new.""The reason I booked this trip is that Epworth is the birthplace of John and Charles Wesley. I thought you'd like to see it. After all, you are a big fan of them, yes?" He winked at her. "Oakwood Road Methodist Church are forever grateful to you for what you did last year."Jenna grinned. "I'd love to see their birthplace. So, when is this trip?""Next Monday. I think it'll be a fun little getaway. Gordon's coming along too. Oh and so is Barry, his cousin."That made Jenna perk up. Ooh, she thought to herself. I wonder if he's as hot? "He's recovered from his broken ankle then?""As far as I know, he's made a full recovery. His daughter Lisa came over from Florida to stay with him, so Gordon was relieved at that.""Thank goodness for that," Jenna replied. She'd really missed seeing her favorite organist. Oakwood's organist Raymond Wilson had done a superb job standing in for Gordon, thanks to some "gentle persuasion" from Jenna on Christmas Eve. "What sort of hotel are we staying at?"Reverend Morris looked at the Alpha and Omega brochure. "Hmm. We're staying at a hotel just outside Epworth that was originally a 17th century coaching inn. It's called The Parson's Knob, "Jenna almost spat out the coffee she was drinking. "Seriously?""I'm sure there is an innocent explanation for that name! Then again, maybe not! According to the travel agent, all twenty rooms of the hotel had been booked up for a group of Albanian asylum seekers. However for some bizarre reason, after a few days, the Albanians all begged to be transferred to a Travelodge a few miles away.""That is weird," Jenna replied. "I'd much rather stay in a lovely old historical inn than some crappy Travelodge. Oh well. Maybe they wanted somewhere a bit more modern?""Perhaps?"The day of the trip arrived. The British weather was true to form, and it had been raining hard since dawn. "When's the coach due again?" Jenna asked as she and Reverend Morris shivered at the bus stop opposite the railway station."Should be here now," her husband replied. "Oh look, there's Gordon and Barry!""Hmm, maybe this trip won't be so dull after all!" She smirked. Barry was basically a clone of Gordon. "Looks more like his identical twin brother than his cousin!" The only difference being that Barry was wearing glasses. The resemblance was uncanny."I don't know why I let you talk me into coming with you on this trip," Barry moaned as he and Gordon approached the bus stop. "You know I'm not a member of the God Squad, ""You haven't met the vicar's wife yet," Gordon whispered."Oh, this the lass you've got the hots for?" His skeptical cousin rolled his eyes."I think you'll find quite a lot of the fellas at St. Michael's Church have the hots for her," Gordon replied. "Oh God, there she is!"Barry adjusted his glasses. "Bloody hell. You weren't kidding when you said she was a bit of a fox, were you? Dream on! She's way too young for you, Gordy! I'd say she's way too young for the vicar too, but she must have a thing for older men if she's ended up marrying him,"Gordon chuckled. "If only you knew half of the things that go on at St. Michael's, dear cousin. If you did, wild horses wouldn't be able to drag you away from the Sunday Eucharist!""Hello!" Jenna said. "Oh Gordon, is this your cousin?""Hiya, and yes, this is Barry. He's not been won over by St. Michael's yet,""I see. Nice to meet you! Maybe you'll think differently about our church after you've been on this trip?""Perhaps," Barry interrupted, ogling Jenna, until Gordon gave him a nudge.Ten minutes later, a white minibus pulled up at the bus stop."Oh, I was expecting a coach," said Jenna. Further along the street, came Josh the curate and Norman the churchwarden."Not as many people booked as was expected," Reverend Morris replied. "I blame the weather. Afraid there's only six of us!"The group boarded the bus. Barry turned to Gordon. "She's not the typical vicar's wife is she?""Oh not at all," Gordon smiled.Barely half an hour into the journey and as always tended to happen on road trips, someone needed the toilet.Reverend Morris rolled his eyes. "Oh for goodness sake, we've only just set off. We're not due to stop for another hour, when we have our lunch at Cusworth Hall in Doncaster!"This does tend to happen when you have elderly passengers," the bus driver remarked. "I know. I've been doing this job for thirty years. The stories I could tell you!""We haven't got any elderly passengers," the vicar replied. "It's our organist who needs to go. As usual!""Oi, it's not my fault my bloody prostate makes me pee more!" Gordon yelled from the back of the bus. "You're not being very Christian today, Vicar! How about some compassion for your fellow man?""Yes, yes, alright. I'm sorry Gordon. Alright, we'll find somewhere to pull in for a quick comfort break. Is that okay with you, Ahmed?""No worries," the bus driver replied, checking the sat nav. "There's a coach stop a couple of miles away. I'll just come off at the next junction and it's right there. I've stopped at it a few times. It's a bit down at heel, but,""That'll do. As long as there are toilets.""Oh yeah. They're unisex though, and a bit, grimy. Is that a problem?""Not at all," Reverend Morris smirked. "Any port in a storm, as the old saying goes!"The minibus exited the motorway. A short time later, it pulled onto the car park of Jed's Butty Hut, a sandwich restaurant in a 1960s prefab that had seen better days."Right," Reverend Morris said, checking his watch. "We'll have a fifteen minute stop here. Can everyone be back on the bus by ten o'clock please?"The toilets were at the back of the main building. Gordon hurried in first. There were five cubicles, each with its own nauseating odor. He entered the first one. The toilet was missing a seat and the bowl was overflowing with vomit."Ugh. No thanks." He hurried out and entered the next one. A dead crow was sticking out of the toilet, beak wide open and wings spread, reminiscent of a scene from Hitchcock's The Birds."Fuck," he muttered, rushing out and into the third one. This toilet seemed clean enough, only a few cigarette ends and crack pipes floating in it.A few minutes later, Jenna decided to relieve herself, even though she could've held on until Doncaster. It was always the same on a trip. You got the urge to go even though you didn't actually need to go.The pretty redhead went into the end cubicle, which was the cleanest of the lot. Graffiti was daubed all over the walls, the usual expletives, plus crude drawings of cocks done in black marker pen. An urban art gallery for the times, she remarked to herself as she did her thing. It was then that she noticed a neat, circular hole on the lower right side of the partition wall."Ooh, a glory hole," she said to herself. "I wonder if it's well-used?""Why don't we try it out?" A muffled voice in the next cubicle muttered. Seconds later, a cock poked through it!"Gordon, is that you?" Jenna whispered. The shaft was thick just like his."No," the mystery man replied. She didn't recognize his voice, so he had to be someone from the restaurant. Jenna gasped. A burst of excitement ran through her, at the thought of touching this stranger's cock. At the same time, the danger associated with doing this seemed to add to the thrill.With her right hand, she reached down, slowly tracing up and down the length of the engorged cock with her palm. The man let out a groan. The size and hardness of his member increased Jenna's excitement. Her cunt was getting increasingly wet in anticipation, and she quickly knelt down in front of the generous offering.She rolled her tongue around its circumference and sucked on it as she would a piece of fruit, trying to get every drop of pre-cum. Not content with just a portion, she began to slowly venture down the shaft. With every thrust forward, she took more of it down her throat."Oh!" The mystery man exclaimed. He moaned in pleasure and bestowed every compliment he could think of on her.Jenna withdrew in order to say something. "What a gentleman you are!""Well you're damned good," came his reply.With every bobbing of her head, Jenna made progress toward the base. Above the slurping sounds she made as she wetted the shaft with her saliva, she could hear the stranger gently moaning with approval at her technique. She began to vary her speed; one moment erupting with a robust attack, then at an instant slowing her pace to relish the feast.Feeling the end would arrive soon, Jenna quickened her speed. She too, felt the rising heat from her crotch swelling to an orgasmic crescendo. Then, at the apex of pleasure, there erupted from deep within her cunt a spasm, which rapidly spread a pleasing warmth all over her body.The man's body stiffened as he released his full load into Jenna's mouth with a mighty groan. When every drop had been expelled, he slowly withdrew his rod fr

Saint Michael's Church has a new First Lady, named Jenna.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Candlemas RompThis Sunday had brought the heaviest rain so far of 2023. The weather had caused a notable drop in the number of people attending this morning's church service, Reverend Morris noticed.Today was Candlemas, which commemorated the ritual purification of Mary, forty days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marked the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem. It reminded Jenna of her own sacred ritual of fertility, Mentula Cōleī Baptism'. She's thankful to be so blessed by God, to have such devoted church elders guiding her spiritual development.After the service, and the usual tea, biscuits and chit chat in the church hall, Reverend Morris was eager to return to the vicarage. His wife had given him "that look"; and he knew what that meant. It had been a week since they'd made love, and as he had a feeling Jenna would be more than up for "a little afternoon delight," as she termed it.Outside, the late January winter rain was still lashing down. Despite the vicarage being a five minute walk from the church, the vicar and his wife had neglected to bring an umbrella with them. By the time they arrived home, they were both soaked to the bone.Reverend Morris' hair was wet, and the legs of his trousers clung damply to him, and the back of his black shirt was also soaked. He figured he was going to come down with a nasty cold if he didn't get into some dry clothes right away. Jenna evidently had the same thought, and they went straight upstairs to the master bedroom.She opened the wardrobe doors, and he switched on a bedside lamp. Shivering, they stripped out of their wet clothes.When they were nearly undressed, they glanced at each other. Their eyes locked.Still, they didn't speak. They didn't need to.He took her in his arms, and they kissed lightly at first, tenderly. Her mouth was warm and soft and vaguely flavored with communion wine.She clutched him, pulled him closer, her fingertips digging into the muscles of his back. She pushed her mouth hard against his, scraped his lip with her teeth, thrust her tongue deep, and abruptly their kisses grew hot, demanding.Something seemed to snap in him, and in her, too, for their desire was suddenly marked by animal urgency. They responded to each other in a hungry, almost frenzied fashion, hastily casting off the last of their clothes, pawing at each other's wet bodies, squeezing, stroking. She nipped his shoulder with her teeth. He gripped her pert buttocks and kneaded them with uncharacteristic crudity, but she didn't wince or try to pull away; indeed, she pressed even more insistently against him, rubbing her breasts over his chest and grinding her hips against his. Their wet, tussled hair and slippery bodies wrestled to seduce each other into submission. The soft whimpers that escaped from her were not sounds of pain; they clearly expressed her eagerness and need.In bed, his energy was manic, and his staying power amazed him. He was insatiable, and so was she. They thrust and thrashed and flexed and tensed in perfect harmony, as if they were not only joined but fused, as if they were a single organism, shaken by only one set of stimuli instead of two. Every vestige of civilization slipped from them, and for a long while the only noises they made were animal sounds: panting; groaning; throaty grunts of pleasure; short, sharp cries of excitement. At last Jenna uttered the first word to pass between them since they had left the church:"Oh my God!"And again, arching her slender, graceful body, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow: "Yes, yes!" It was not merely an orgasm to which she was saying yes, for she'd already had a couple of those and had announced them with only ragged breathing and soft mewling. She was saying yes to life.The vicar repeated the word as if chanting a sacred incantation,"Yes, yes, yes!"as he emptied his cum into her a second time.Spent, they stretched out on their backs, side by side on the disheveled bed. For a long time they listened to the rain on the roof and to the persistent thunder, which was no longer loud enough to rattle the windows. Wind howled around the side of the house.Jenna lay with her eyes closed, her face completely relaxed."Lovely service this morning, Simon!" She said at last. "Great choice of hymns.""It certainly was. I think my sermon went down well. Shame about the weather.""Hmm, I don't know - I think the rainy weather makes me much hornier than normal!" It isn't even February, but my winter ‘cabin fever' has already set in. Get ready for more of this ravishing sex, my stud!"Happy Candlemas, Jenna," Reverend Morris replied.Jenna & the Church Trip: Part 1“Thine be the glory hole!”More light-hearted goings-on with vicar's wife Jenna. New year, new naughtiness, and a dull coach trip organized by the church might turn out to be more fun than expected! God works in mysterious ways. For Jenna's husband, it was relief from a nymph wife who had few other ways to occupy herself, besides sexual romps, at all hours of the day and night."I'm so pleased that Alpha and Omega coach holidays have re-started their short breaks," Reverend Simon Morris excitedly exclaimed. "I've just booked us on the three-day trip to Epworth!"His wife Jenna looked up from her phone. "Epworth? Where's that?""It's in Lincolnshire. Now I know what you're thinking, it's January, the excitement of Christmas and the New Year is over and it's such a dull time of year. The weather is awful and what I really should be doing is booking us a fortnight in the Maldives or Barbados to escape the British winter blues. But instead I've booked us a coach trip to Lincolnshire,"Jenna tried to look interested. "Well, I've never been to Lincolnshire. Always nice to see somewhere new.""The reason I booked this trip is that Epworth is the birthplace of John and Charles Wesley. I thought you'd like to see it. After all, you are a big fan of them, yes?" He winked at her. "Oakwood Road Methodist Church are forever grateful to you for what you did last year."Jenna grinned. "I'd love to see their birthplace. So, when is this trip?""Next Monday. I think it'll be a fun little getaway. Gordon's coming along too. Oh and so is Barry, his cousin."That made Jenna perk up. Ooh, she thought to herself. I wonder if he's as hot? "He's recovered from his broken ankle then?""As far as I know, he's made a full recovery. His daughter Lisa came over from Florida to stay with him, so Gordon was relieved at that.""Thank goodness for that," Jenna replied. She'd really missed seeing her favorite organist. Oakwood's organist Raymond Wilson had done a superb job standing in for Gordon, thanks to some "gentle persuasion" from Jenna on Christmas Eve. "What sort of hotel are we staying at?"Reverend Morris looked at the Alpha and Omega brochure. "Hmm. We're staying at a hotel just outside Epworth that was originally a 17th century coaching inn. It's called The Parson's Knob, "Jenna almost spat out the coffee she was drinking. "Seriously?""I'm sure there is an innocent explanation for that name! Then again, maybe not! According to the travel agent, all twenty rooms of the hotel had been booked up for a group of Albanian asylum seekers. However for some bizarre reason, after a few days, the Albanians all begged to be transferred to a Travelodge a few miles away.""That is weird," Jenna replied. "I'd much rather stay in a lovely old historical inn than some crappy Travelodge. Oh well. Maybe they wanted somewhere a bit more modern?""Perhaps?"The day of the trip arrived. The British weather was true to form, and it had been raining hard since dawn. "When's the coach due again?" Jenna asked as she and Reverend Morris shivered at the bus stop opposite the railway station."Should be here now," her husband replied. "Oh look, there's Gordon and Barry!""Hmm, maybe this trip won't be so dull after all!" She smirked. Barry was basically a clone of Gordon. "Looks more like his identical twin brother than his cousin!" The only difference being that Barry was wearing glasses. The resemblance was uncanny."I don't know why I let you talk me into coming with you on this trip," Barry moaned as he and Gordon approached the bus stop. "You know I'm not a member of the God Squad, ""You haven't met the vicar's wife yet," Gordon whispered."Oh, this the lass you've got the hots for?" His skeptical cousin rolled his eyes."I think you'll find quite a lot of the fellas at St. Michael's Church have the hots for her," Gordon replied. "Oh God, there she is!"Barry adjusted his glasses. "Bloody hell. You weren't kidding when you said she was a bit of a fox, were you? Dream on! She's way too young for you, Gordy! I'd say she's way too young for the vicar too, but she must have a thing for older men if she's ended up marrying him,"Gordon chuckled. "If only you knew half of the things that go on at St. Michael's, dear cousin. If you did, wild horses wouldn't be able to drag you away from the Sunday Eucharist!""Hello!" Jenna said. "Oh Gordon, is this your cousin?""Hiya, and yes, this is Barry. He's not been won over by St. Michael's yet,""I see. Nice to meet you! Maybe you'll think differently about our church after you've been on this trip?""Perhaps," Barry interrupted, ogling Jenna, until Gordon gave him a nudge.Ten minutes later, a white minibus pulled up at the bus stop."Oh, I was expecting a coach," said Jenna. Further along the street, came Josh the curate and Norman the churchwarden."Not as many people booked as was expected," Reverend Morris replied. "I blame the weather. Afraid there's only six of us!"The group boarded the bus. Barry turned to Gordon. "She's not the typical vicar's wife is she?""Oh not at all," Gordon smiled.Barely half an hour into the journey and as always tended to happen on road trips, someone needed the toilet.Reverend Morris rolled his eyes. "Oh for goodness sake, we've only just set off. We're not due to stop for another hour, when we have our lunch at Cusworth Hall in Doncaster!"This does tend to happen when you have elderly passengers," the bus driver remarked. "I know. I've been doing this job for thirty years. The stories I could tell you!""We haven't got any elderly passengers," the vicar replied. "It's our organist who needs to go. As usual!""Oi, it's not my fault my bloody prostate makes me pee more!" Gordon yelled from the back of the bus. "You're not being very Christian today, Vicar! How about some compassion for your fellow man?""Yes, yes, alright. I'm sorry Gordon. Alright, we'll find somewhere to pull in for a quick comfort break. Is that okay with you, Ahmed?""No worries," the bus driver replied, checking the sat nav. "There's a coach stop a couple of miles away. I'll just come off at the next junction and it's right there. I've stopped at it a few times. It's a bit down at heel, but,""That'll do. As long as there are toilets.""Oh yeah. They're unisex though, and a bit, grimy. Is that a problem?""Not at all," Reverend Morris smirked. "Any port in a storm, as the old saying goes!"The minibus exited the motorway. A short time later, it pulled onto the car park of Jed's Butty Hut, a sandwich restaurant in a 1960s prefab that had seen better days."Right," Reverend Morris said, checking his watch. "We'll have a fifteen minute stop here. Can everyone be back on the bus by ten o'clock please?"The toilets were at the back of the main building. Gordon hurried in first. There were five cubicles, each with its own nauseating odor. He entered the first one. The toilet was missing a seat and the bowl was overflowing with vomit."Ugh. No thanks." He hurried out and entered the next one. A dead crow was sticking out of the toilet, beak wide open and wings spread, reminiscent of a scene from Hitchcock's The Birds."Fuck," he muttered, rushing out and into the third one. This toilet seemed clean enough, only a few cigarette ends and crack pipes floating in it.A few minutes later, Jenna decided to relieve herself, even though she could've held on until Doncaster. It was always the same on a trip. You got the urge to go even though you didn't actually need to go.The pretty redhead went into the end cubicle, which was the cleanest of the lot. Graffiti was daubed all over the walls, the usual expletives, plus crude drawings of cocks done in black marker pen. An urban art gallery for the times, she remarked to herself as she did her thing. It was then that she noticed a neat, circular hole on the lower right side of the partition wall."Ooh, a glory hole," she said to herself. "I wonder if it's well-used?""Why don't we try it out?" A muffled voice in the next cubicle muttered. Seconds later, a cock poked through it!"Gordon, is that you?" Jenna whispered. The shaft was thick just like his."No," the mystery man replied. She didn't recognize his voice, so he had to be someone from the restaurant. Jenna gasped. A burst of excitement ran through her, at the thought of touching this stranger's cock. At the same time, the danger associated with doing this seemed to add to the thrill.With her right hand, she reached down, slowly tracing up and down the length of the engorged cock with her palm. The man let out a groan. The size and hardness of his member increased Jenna's excitement. Her cunt was getting increasingly wet in anticipation, and she quickly knelt down in front of the generous offering.She rolled her tongue around its circumference and sucked on it as she would a piece of fruit, trying to get every drop of pre-cum. Not content with just a portion, she began to slowly venture down the shaft. With every thrust forward, she took more of it down her throat."Oh!" The mystery man exclaimed. He moaned in pleasure and bestowed every compliment he could think of on her.Jenna withdrew in order to say something. "What a gentleman you are!""Well you're damned good," came his reply.With every bobbing of her head, Jenna made progress toward the base. Above the slurping sounds she made as she wetted the shaft with her saliva, she could hear the stranger gently moaning with approval at her technique. She began to vary her speed; one moment erupting with a robust attack, then at an instant slowing her pace to relish the feast.Feeling the end would arrive soon, Jenna quickened her speed. She too, felt the rising heat from her crotch swelling to an orgasmic crescendo. Then, at the apex of pleasure, there erupted from deep within her cunt a spasm, which rapidly spread a pleasing warmth all over her body.The man's body stiffened as he released his full load into Jenna's mouth with a mighty groan. When every drop had been expelled, he slowly withdrew his rod fr

Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms.by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we'd use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I'm Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn't play team sports so I didn't know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn't seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.“I can't hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn't the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we'd left the tents in her pack when we'd divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I've never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I'll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don't know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn't feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn't look, but I couldn't believe she'd peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn't open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn't see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.“Wake up!” a woman's voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn't move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn't do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.“Isn't there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That's when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie's orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.“Alright enough about how I found you. It's your turn,” she said sterilizing the thermometer. Julie started to protest, “What about him?” but Sierra shut her down.“Who cares if your boyfriend sees your ass, sweetheart? Besides he's out like a log.” I was out of the direct ring of light provided by the lantern and my eyes were barely open so it must have looked like I was still asleep. Sierra helped poor Julie, who was stammering something about us just being friends, out of her poncho, and had her kneel down on the floor facing away from me. I had to stop myself from gasping, I could see Julie's entire vulva the way she was bent over. For a second I felt guilty, but then I remembered how she had peeked at me earlier. Sierra was standing over her and didn't block the view. She pried Julie's cheeks apart revealing a cute pink anus. Freezing as I was, I thought I might ejaculate just seeing the gloved finger rubbing slowly against her intimate hole. Sierra glanced back while waiting for the temperature and saw my eyes wide open now. I was caught! She grinned but didn't say anything to Julie as she wiped the lubricant from her pucker. I was relieved she kept my secret, but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.“Alright, honey why don't you slip into the sleeping bag and keep your “not-boyfriend's” cock warm so I don't have to field amputate it in the morning.“I snapped my eyes shut knowing Julie would be mortified if she knew I'd seen almost everything she had. Julie slipped into the bag behind me this time and I was briefly disappointed I wouldn't be able to feel her hard nipples with my arm again, but then her arm wrapped around me resting her hand around my erect penis. This time she didn't let go and drifted off to sleep leaving me with the biggest tease of my life.Sierra spent some time taking incident notes in a journal. I could see her clearly in the lantern light. She was a dark haired Latina who looked to be in her early forties, and had a more muscular frame than I did. After about twenty minutes she put the book down, and walked over to a little cot on the other side of the tent. She took off her coat, boots, and thermal top. She wasn't wearing a bra but all I could see was her bare back. She pulled her pants down revealing a pair of tight black thermal underwear that ran the entire length of her legs. I was hoping she would would go all the way but she appeared to be stopping. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw Julie was asleep. Flashing me another mischievous grin she bent over and slowly peeled the underwear all the way down her legs. She had a toned butt, and thighs, and I leaned forward to see if I could see between them before wincing in pain from the bruising. Sierra turned around with a smile and wagged her finger at me. She walked towards the middle of the tent revealing her firm breasts with large brown nipples, and shapely lips under a small strip of neatly trimmed hair. It was my first frontal view of a naked woman and she was staring into my eyes the whole time. When she got to the middle near the lantern, she turned around and bent over again giving me the briefest glimpse of her crinkled brown anus and vulva before flipping me the bird and clicking the lantern off. I was rock hard, Julie's hands were on my election, and to top it all off I heard faint moaning coming from Sierra's side of the tent.When I woke up the next morning Julie was getting dressed. She already had her dry panties on but I was treated to my first glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and delicate pink nipples as she tried to put a sports bra on. We briefly made eye contact and she turned bright red and faced the other way. I was enamored, but worried about what this incident was doing to our friendship. Sierra saw me moving and came over to check my ribs.“You're bruised pretty bad, but should be able to be on your way as soon as you get some strength back. I just need to check something real quick. Julie would you bring me the thermometer?” Not again!“I feel much warmer now!” I retorted. While Julie grabbed the medical kit across the room still in just panties and a sports bra. Sierra leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “Warmer? I think things will get a lot hotter for you from now on if you let her help again.” I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach again and felt bare hands pry me open and a thermometer tip touch my hole.“No, you can't just stick it in you have to open his asshole a little bit,” Sierra said. I felt a lubed, latex, gloved finger enter my rectum and realized it was Julies finger in me! She briefly curled it hitting my prostate, before inserting the thermometer. I felt the blood run from my face, but at the same time my erection was about to explode!“Ok, good now roll him back over…oh I guess his appendages still work,” Sierra laughed staring at my slightly over six and a half inch hard on already wet with precum. Julie stared with her mouth wide open.“Unless you're planning on using that mouth for something why don't you go grab a piss bottle for him.” Sierra chided her.I couldn't even make eye contact with Julie by the time she came back with the bottle Sierra directed her to grab my pole and orient the tip in the bottle. “Julie, I'm going to check on the water I've got heating over the fire, if he has any trouble going just tug on it a few times.” And with that she left me with my almost lifelong crush who had my morning wood in her hands. “Julie, you don't have to do this I can take care off…” she jerked me a few times and I exploded in the jar after all the build up. Even after all she'd seen, ejaculating and peeing while she cradled my member was a bit much for me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and got up without saying a word. It wasn't fair I hadn't even got to see her fully from the front and she'd practically fingered and jerked me off.Sierra came back in with some hot water and motioned Julie over. “Alright, let me have a look dear,” she said. Julie stood in front of her with her back to me. Sierra undid the bandage I had placed the day before and cleaned the area before replacing it. Then she grabbed the waistband of Julie's panties and pulled them to her knees. “Wait! He'll see my butt.”“No, dear he'll see your ass; I didn't hear him complaining when you put your finger in his so why don't you relax and let me check for splinters. You need a new pair anyway this dry pair us already sopping wet. Besides, how is he supposed to know what he wants to eat later if you don't show him what's on your menu?” Sierra joked giving Julie a light slap on her bare butt. I still hadn't seen her fully from the front, but thinking about eating her anus I'd secretly seen last night had me hard again already. Julie pulled her panties up once Sierra was done, and got dressed fully without looking at me. Sierra and Julie talked outside for about an hour while I wondered if it was the last time I'd see part of her nude. Julie stayed outside with the fire while Sierra helped me dress and eat.“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked Sierra.“She'll be okay, but you're going to have to do something for her. So listen carefully,” Sierra said grimly. She yanked down her pants and underwear to her midthigh and spread her lips apart to reveal a small bulb. “Lick this and she'll be more than okay.” She pulled her pants up and flipped me off again with a smile.Sierra was a character, but she did radio us help from the rangers to get back to our van. We said our goodbyes and hit the road back to Oregon together, but by the time we got to I-5 South it was already dark. After awkwardly not saying anything to each other for the first hour of the drive, Julie and I agreed to split the cost of a hotel room. We phoned our parents and explained what happened… well part of what happened anyway. Both sets of parents reminded us to get two beds. I rolled my eyes, if they only knew how we slept last night.Julie let me get the first shower since I was injured and I collapsed on one of the beds in just a hotel robe.“Adam, we need to talk.” Julie said. She was wearing a hotel robe with a towel in her hair, but she still looked stunning.“You weren't supposed to see me like that!” She started.“I'm so sorry, I looked and the way the trip went. Can we go back to the way things were and pretend none of this happened?” I offered. Julie dropped her robe,“You weren't supposed to see me like that because I wanted the first time to be special.” She was wearing stunning dark green lingerie that complimented her curly red hair. My mouth was wide open in shock, as her hand snaked beneath my robe and grabbed my shaft.“You sure you want things to go back to the way they were?” She asked coyly. “Julie what are you-” before I could finish she pulled back my robe and took me deep into her mouth. I moaned as she pulled it out and started licking the head while staring right at me with her bright green eyes wide open. Getting up, she pulled her green panties down giving me my first look at her neatly trimmed red strip and protruding lips.“Wait are you sure you're ready for intercourse?” I asked. She unsnapped her bra. “No more of this "intercourse” or “penis” nonsense. We're not in youth group anymore so if you want me to slide your cock into my wet pussy say so!“ she scolded me. I could tell she was a little embarrassed talking dirty. I consented and she gently rode me, partly because it was her first time being penetrated and partly because of my bruised ribs."Julie, I need to pull out!”“Cum in me, I have the arm implant.”I shot my load into her and she stopped rocking. Losing my virginity was the hottest experience of my life, but I felt bad that I hadn't gotten her off during her first time having sex. Julie led me into the shower to clean up after. She soaped my cock up and almost got me hard again before putting the showerhead right against her pussy. Seeing she was cleaned out from the blood and cum it was my turn to return the favor. I knelt in front of her and licked from side to side until I found the little bulb Sierra had shown me earlier. I gently licked, but her knees started wobbling so bad she had to lay down in the shower with her legs over my shoulders. I continued sucking on her until her legs locked around my neck like she was trying to choke me.“I'm cumming, Adam!” she moaned.Afterwards we set on the bed holding each other naked except for our open robes while she confessed she'd planned on surprising me this weekend the whole time. I admitted that I loved her for years but never made a move.“Well, I guess we have Sierra to thank for finally breaking the ice! ” I mused.“Yes, she helped me tidy up down there while my back was turned. Maybe a little exposure wasn't so bad after all!” She giggled. “Oh, speaking of Sierra, she told me you peeked at my asshole while I was getting my temperature taken last night?” My ears burned at the admission. Even after having sex it was a little awkward to confess I'd watched such an intimate procedure without her knowledge.“I'm afraid I did, are you mad?” I asked.“It wasn't a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I suppose I did help with yours first it's just…” she stopped for a moment looking extremely embarrassed like she might not finish the next part. She let the robe fall off her and straddled my legs backwards so that her ass, was angled up towards my face.“If you're going to look at the menu you could at least sample it.” she continued. She arched back revealing her most intimate hole. I started lapping her rosebud and she took my cock back into her mouth. Even with her mouth full I heard her squeal and orgasm when I started penetrating her hole with my tongue. I didn't last long either before spraying what little I had left down her throat. She swallowed and curled up next to me.“Will you keep me warm tonight?” she asked with those green eyes still looking innocent despite all the dirty sex.“Always!” I replied drawing her in for a kiss and clicking the lamp off.by RORI333 for Literotica

Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms.by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we'd use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I'm Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn't play team sports so I didn't know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn't seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.“I can't hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn't the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we'd left the tents in her pack when we'd divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I've never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I'll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don't know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn't feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn't look, but I couldn't believe she'd peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn't open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn't see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.“Wake up!” a woman's voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn't move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn't do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.“Isn't there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That's when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie's orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.“Alright enough about how I found you. It's your turn,” she said sterilizing the thermometer. Julie started to protest, “What about him?” but Sierra shut her down.“Who cares if your boyfriend sees your ass, sweetheart? Besides he's out like a log.” I was out of the direct ring of light provided by the lantern and my eyes were barely open so it must have looked like I was still asleep. Sierra helped poor Julie, who was stammering something about us just being friends, out of her poncho, and had her kneel down on the floor facing away from me. I had to stop myself from gasping, I could see Julie's entire vulva the way she was bent over. For a second I felt guilty, but then I remembered how she had peeked at me earlier. Sierra was standing over her and didn't block the view. She pried Julie's cheeks apart revealing a cute pink anus. Freezing as I was, I thought I might ejaculate just seeing the gloved finger rubbing slowly against her intimate hole. Sierra glanced back while waiting for the temperature and saw my eyes wide open now. I was caught! She grinned but didn't say anything to Julie as she wiped the lubricant from her pucker. I was relieved she kept my secret, but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.“Alright, honey why don't you slip into the sleeping bag and keep your “not-boyfriend's” cock warm so I don't have to field amputate it in the morning.“I snapped my eyes shut knowing Julie would be mortified if she knew I'd seen almost everything she had. Julie slipped into the bag behind me this time and I was briefly disappointed I wouldn't be able to feel her hard nipples with my arm again, but then her arm wrapped around me resting her hand around my erect penis. This time she didn't let go and drifted off to sleep leaving me with the biggest tease of my life.Sierra spent some time taking incident notes in a journal. I could see her clearly in the lantern light. She was a dark haired Latina who looked to be in her early forties, and had a more muscular frame than I did. After about twenty minutes she put the book down, and walked over to a little cot on the other side of the tent. She took off her coat, boots, and thermal top. She wasn't wearing a bra but all I could see was her bare back. She pulled her pants down revealing a pair of tight black thermal underwear that ran the entire length of her legs. I was hoping she would would go all the way but she appeared to be stopping. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw Julie was asleep. Flashing me another mischievous grin she bent over and slowly peeled the underwear all the way down her legs. She had a toned butt, and thighs, and I leaned forward to see if I could see between them before wincing in pain from the bruising. Sierra turned around with a smile and wagged her finger at me. She walked towards the middle of the tent revealing her firm breasts with large brown nipples, and shapely lips under a small strip of neatly trimmed hair. It was my first frontal view of a naked woman and she was staring into my eyes the whole time. When she got to the middle near the lantern, she turned around and bent over again giving me the briefest glimpse of her crinkled brown anus and vulva before flipping me the bird and clicking the lantern off. I was rock hard, Julie's hands were on my election, and to top it all off I heard faint moaning coming from Sierra's side of the tent.When I woke up the next morning Julie was getting dressed. She already had her dry panties on but I was treated to my first glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and delicate pink nipples as she tried to put a sports bra on. We briefly made eye contact and she turned bright red and faced the other way. I was enamored, but worried about what this incident was doing to our friendship. Sierra saw me moving and came over to check my ribs.“You're bruised pretty bad, but should be able to be on your way as soon as you get some strength back. I just need to check something real quick. Julie would you bring me the thermometer?” Not again!“I feel much warmer now!” I retorted. While Julie grabbed the medical kit across the room still in just panties and a sports bra. Sierra leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “Warmer? I think things will get a lot hotter for you from now on if you let her help again.” I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach again and felt bare hands pry me open and a thermometer tip touch my hole.“No, you can't just stick it in you have to open his asshole a little bit,” Sierra said. I felt a lubed, latex, gloved finger enter my rectum and realized it was Julies finger in me! She briefly curled it hitting my prostate, before inserting the thermometer. I felt the blood run from my face, but at the same time my erection was about to explode!“Ok, good now roll him back over…oh I guess his appendages still work,” Sierra laughed staring at my slightly over six and a half inch hard on already wet with precum. Julie stared with her mouth wide open.“Unless you're planning on using that mouth for something why don't you go grab a piss bottle for him.” Sierra chided her.I couldn't even make eye contact with Julie by the time she came back with the bottle Sierra directed her to grab my pole and orient the tip in the bottle. “Julie, I'm going to check on the water I've got heating over the fire, if he has any trouble going just tug on it a few times.” And with that she left me with my almost lifelong crush who had my morning wood in her hands. “Julie, you don't have to do this I can take care off…” she jerked me a few times and I exploded in the jar after all the build up. Even after all she'd seen, ejaculating and peeing while she cradled my member was a bit much for me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and got up without saying a word. It wasn't fair I hadn't even got to see her fully from the front and she'd practically fingered and jerked me off.Sierra came back in with some hot water and motioned Julie over. “Alright, let me have a look dear,” she said. Julie stood in front of her with her back to me. Sierra undid the bandage I had placed the day before and cleaned the area before replacing it. Then she grabbed the waistband of Julie's panties and pulled them to her knees. “Wait! He'll see my butt.”“No, dear he'll see your ass; I didn't hear him complaining when you put your finger in his so why don't you relax and let me check for splinters. You need a new pair anyway this dry pair us already sopping wet. Besides, how is he supposed to know what he wants to eat later if you don't show him what's on your menu?” Sierra joked giving Julie a light slap on her bare butt. I still hadn't seen her fully from the front, but thinking about eating her anus I'd secretly seen last night had me hard again already. Julie pulled her panties up once Sierra was done, and got dressed fully without looking at me. Sierra and Julie talked outside for about an hour while I wondered if it was the last time I'd see part of her nude. Julie stayed outside with the fire while Sierra helped me dress and eat.“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked Sierra.“She'll be okay, but you're going to have to do something for her. So listen carefully,” Sierra said grimly. She yanked down her pants and underwear to her midthigh and spread her lips apart to reveal a small bulb. “Lick this and she'll be more than okay.” She pulled her pants up and flipped me off again with a smile.Sierra was a character, but she did radio us help from the rangers to get back to our van. We said our goodbyes and hit the road back to Oregon together, but by the time we got to I-5 South it was already dark. After awkwardly not saying anything to each other for the first hour of the drive, Julie and I agreed to split the cost of a hotel room. We phoned our parents and explained what happened… well part of what happened anyway. Both sets of parents reminded us to get two beds. I rolled my eyes, if they only knew how we slept last night.Julie let me get the first shower since I was injured and I collapsed on one of the beds in just a hotel robe.“Adam, we need to talk.” Julie said. She was wearing a hotel robe with a towel in her hair, but she still looked stunning.“You weren't supposed to see me like that!” She started.“I'm so sorry, I looked and the way the trip went. Can we go back to the way things were and pretend none of this happened?” I offered. Julie dropped her robe,“You weren't supposed to see me like that because I wanted the first time to be special.” She was wearing stunning dark green lingerie that complimented her curly red hair. My mouth was wide open in shock, as her hand snaked beneath my robe and grabbed my shaft.“You sure you want things to go back to the way they were?” She asked coyly. “Julie what are you-” before I could finish she pulled back my robe and took me deep into her mouth. I moaned as she pulled it out and started licking the head while staring right at me with her bright green eyes wide open. Getting up, she pulled her green panties down giving me my first look at her neatly trimmed red strip and protruding lips.“Wait are you sure you're ready for intercourse?” I asked. She unsnapped her bra. “No more of this "intercourse” or “penis” nonsense. We're not in youth group anymore so if you want me to slide your cock into my wet pussy say so!“ she scolded me. I could tell she was a little embarrassed talking dirty. I consented and she gently rode me, partly because it was her first time being penetrated and partly because of my bruised ribs."Julie, I need to pull out!”“Cum in me, I have the arm implant.”I shot my load into her and she stopped rocking. Losing my virginity was the hottest experience of my life, but I felt bad that I hadn't gotten her off during her first time having sex. Julie led me into the shower to clean up after. She soaped my cock up and almost got me hard again before putting the showerhead right against her pussy. Seeing she was cleaned out from the blood and cum it was my turn to return the favor. I knelt in front of her and licked from side to side until I found the little bulb Sierra had shown me earlier. I gently licked, but her knees started wobbling so bad she had to lay down in the shower with her legs over my shoulders. I continued sucking on her until her legs locked around my neck like she was trying to choke me.“I'm cumming, Adam!” she moaned.Afterwards we set on the bed holding each other naked except for our open robes while she confessed she'd planned on surprising me this weekend the whole time. I admitted that I loved her for years but never made a move.“Well, I guess we have Sierra to thank for finally breaking the ice! ” I mused.“Yes, she helped me tidy up down there while my back was turned. Maybe a little exposure wasn't so bad after all!” She giggled. “Oh, speaking of Sierra, she told me you peeked at my asshole while I was getting my temperature taken last night?” My ears burned at the admission. Even after having sex it was a little awkward to confess I'd watched such an intimate procedure without her knowledge.“I'm afraid I did, are you mad?” I asked.“It wasn't a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I suppose I did help with yours first it's just…” she stopped for a moment looking extremely embarrassed like she might not finish the next part. She let the robe fall off her and straddled my legs backwards so that her ass, was angled up towards my face.“If you're going to look at the menu you could at least sample it.” she continued. She arched back revealing her most intimate hole. I started lapping her rosebud and she took my cock back into her mouth. Even with her mouth full I heard her squeal and orgasm when I started penetrating her hole with my tongue. I didn't last long either before spraying what little I had left down her throat. She swallowed and curled up next to me.“Will you keep me warm tonight?” she asked with those green eyes still looking innocent despite all the dirty sex.“Always!” I replied drawing her in for a kiss and clicking the lamp off.by RORI333 for Literotica

Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms.by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we'd use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I'm Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn't play team sports so I didn't know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn't seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.“I can't hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn't the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we'd left the tents in her pack when we'd divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I've never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I'll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don't know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn't feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn't look, but I couldn't believe she'd peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn't open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn't see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.“Wake up!” a woman's voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn't move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn't do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.“Isn't there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That's when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie's orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.“Alright enough about how I found you. It's your turn,” she said sterilizing the thermometer. Julie started to protest, “What about him?” but Sierra shut her down.“Who cares if your boyfriend sees your ass, sweetheart? Besides he's out like a log.” I was out of the direct ring of light provided by the lantern and my eyes were barely open so it must have looked like I was still asleep. Sierra helped poor Julie, who was stammering something about us just being friends, out of her poncho, and had her kneel down on the floor facing away from me. I had to stop myself from gasping, I could see Julie's entire vulva the way she was bent over. For a second I felt guilty, but then I remembered how she had peeked at me earlier. Sierra was standing over her and didn't block the view. She pried Julie's cheeks apart revealing a cute pink anus. Freezing as I was, I thought I might ejaculate just seeing the gloved finger rubbing slowly against her intimate hole. Sierra glanced back while waiting for the temperature and saw my eyes wide open now. I was caught! She grinned but didn't say anything to Julie as she wiped the lubricant from her pucker. I was relieved she kept my secret, but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.“Alright, honey why don't you slip into the sleeping bag and keep your “not-boyfriend's” cock warm so I don't have to field amputate it in the morning.“I snapped my eyes shut knowing Julie would be mortified if she knew I'd seen almost everything she had. Julie slipped into the bag behind me this time and I was briefly disappointed I wouldn't be able to feel her hard nipples with my arm again, but then her arm wrapped around me resting her hand around my erect penis. This time she didn't let go and drifted off to sleep leaving me with the biggest tease of my life.Sierra spent some time taking incident notes in a journal. I could see her clearly in the lantern light. She was a dark haired Latina who looked to be in her early forties, and had a more muscular frame than I did. After about twenty minutes she put the book down, and walked over to a little cot on the other side of the tent. She took off her coat, boots, and thermal top. She wasn't wearing a bra but all I could see was her bare back. She pulled her pants down revealing a pair of tight black thermal underwear that ran the entire length of her legs. I was hoping she would would go all the way but she appeared to be stopping. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw Julie was asleep. Flashing me another mischievous grin she bent over and slowly peeled the underwear all the way down her legs. She had a toned butt, and thighs, and I leaned forward to see if I could see between them before wincing in pain from the bruising. Sierra turned around with a smile and wagged her finger at me. She walked towards the middle of the tent revealing her firm breasts with large brown nipples, and shapely lips under a small strip of neatly trimmed hair. It was my first frontal view of a naked woman and she was staring into my eyes the whole time. When she got to the middle near the lantern, she turned around and bent over again giving me the briefest glimpse of her crinkled brown anus and vulva before flipping me the bird and clicking the lantern off. I was rock hard, Julie's hands were on my election, and to top it all off I heard faint moaning coming from Sierra's side of the tent.When I woke up the next morning Julie was getting dressed. She already had her dry panties on but I was treated to my first glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and delicate pink nipples as she tried to put a sports bra on. We briefly made eye contact and she turned bright red and faced the other way. I was enamored, but worried about what this incident was doing to our friendship. Sierra saw me moving and came over to check my ribs.“You're bruised pretty bad, but should be able to be on your way as soon as you get some strength back. I just need to check something real quick. Julie would you bring me the thermometer?” Not again!“I feel much warmer now!” I retorted. While Julie grabbed the medical kit across the room still in just panties and a sports bra. Sierra leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “Warmer? I think things will get a lot hotter for you from now on if you let her help again.” I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach again and felt bare hands pry me open and a thermometer tip touch my hole.“No, you can't just stick it in you have to open his asshole a little bit,” Sierra said. I felt a lubed, latex, gloved finger enter my rectum and realized it was Julies finger in me! She briefly curled it hitting my prostate, before inserting the thermometer. I felt the blood run from my face, but at the same time my erection was about to explode!“Ok, good now roll him back over…oh I guess his appendages still work,” Sierra laughed staring at my slightly over six and a half inch hard on already wet with precum. Julie stared with her mouth wide open.“Unless you're planning on using that mouth for something why don't you go grab a piss bottle for him.” Sierra chided her.I couldn't even make eye contact with Julie by the time she came back with the bottle Sierra directed her to grab my pole and orient the tip in the bottle. “Julie, I'm going to check on the water I've got heating over the fire, if he has any trouble going just tug on it a few times.” And with that she left me with my almost lifelong crush who had my morning wood in her hands. “Julie, you don't have to do this I can take care off…” she jerked me a few times and I exploded in the jar after all the build up. Even after all she'd seen, ejaculating and peeing while she cradled my member was a bit much for me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and got up without saying a word. It wasn't fair I hadn't even got to see her fully from the front and she'd practically fingered and jerked me off.Sierra came back in with some hot water and motioned Julie over. “Alright, let me have a look dear,” she said. Julie stood in front of her with her back to me. Sierra undid the bandage I had placed the day before and cleaned the area before replacing it. Then she grabbed the waistband of Julie's panties and pulled them to her knees. “Wait! He'll see my butt.”“No, dear he'll see your ass; I didn't hear him complaining when you put your finger in his so why don't you relax and let me check for splinters. You need a new pair anyway this dry pair us already sopping wet. Besides, how is he supposed to know what he wants to eat later if you don't show him what's on your menu?” Sierra joked giving Julie a light slap on her bare butt. I still hadn't seen her fully from the front, but thinking about eating her anus I'd secretly seen last night had me hard again already. Julie pulled her panties up once Sierra was done, and got dressed fully without looking at me. Sierra and Julie talked outside for about an hour while I wondered if it was the last time I'd see part of her nude. Julie stayed outside with the fire while Sierra helped me dress and eat.“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked Sierra.“She'll be okay, but you're going to have to do something for her. So listen carefully,” Sierra said grimly. She yanked down her pants and underwear to her midthigh and spread her lips apart to reveal a small bulb. “Lick this and she'll be more than okay.” She pulled her pants up and flipped me off again with a smile.Sierra was a character, but she did radio us help from the rangers to get back to our van. We said our goodbyes and hit the road back to Oregon together, but by the time we got to I-5 South it was already dark. After awkwardly not saying anything to each other for the first hour of the drive, Julie and I agreed to split the cost of a hotel room. We phoned our parents and explained what happened… well part of what happened anyway. Both sets of parents reminded us to get two beds. I rolled my eyes, if they only knew how we slept last night.Julie let me get the first shower since I was injured and I collapsed on one of the beds in just a hotel robe.“Adam, we need to talk.” Julie said. She was wearing a hotel robe with a towel in her hair, but she still looked stunning.“You weren't supposed to see me like that!” She started.“I'm so sorry, I looked and the way the trip went. Can we go back to the way things were and pretend none of this happened?” I offered. Julie dropped her robe,“You weren't supposed to see me like that because I wanted the first time to be special.” She was wearing stunning dark green lingerie that complimented her curly red hair. My mouth was wide open in shock, as her hand snaked beneath my robe and grabbed my shaft.“You sure you want things to go back to the way they were?” She asked coyly. “Julie what are you-” before I could finish she pulled back my robe and took me deep into her mouth. I moaned as she pulled it out and started licking the head while staring right at me with her bright green eyes wide open. Getting up, she pulled her green panties down giving me my first look at her neatly trimmed red strip and protruding lips.“Wait are you sure you're ready for intercourse?” I asked. She unsnapped her bra. “No more of this "intercourse” or “penis” nonsense. We're not in youth group anymore so if you want me to slide your cock into my wet pussy say so!“ she scolded me. I could tell she was a little embarrassed talking dirty. I consented and she gently rode me, partly because it was her first time being penetrated and partly because of my bruised ribs."Julie, I need to pull out!”“Cum in me, I have the arm implant.”I shot my load into her and she stopped rocking. Losing my virginity was the hottest experience of my life, but I felt bad that I hadn't gotten her off during her first time having sex. Julie led me into the shower to clean up after. She soaped my cock up and almost got me hard again before putting the showerhead right against her pussy. Seeing she was cleaned out from the blood and cum it was my turn to return the favor. I knelt in front of her and licked from side to side until I found the little bulb Sierra had shown me earlier. I gently licked, but her knees started wobbling so bad she had to lay down in the shower with her legs over my shoulders. I continued sucking on her until her legs locked around my neck like she was trying to choke me.“I'm cumming, Adam!” she moaned.Afterwards we set on the bed holding each other naked except for our open robes while she confessed she'd planned on surprising me this weekend the whole time. I admitted that I loved her for years but never made a move.“Well, I guess we have Sierra to thank for finally breaking the ice! ” I mused.“Yes, she helped me tidy up down there while my back was turned. Maybe a little exposure wasn't so bad after all!” She giggled. “Oh, speaking of Sierra, she told me you peeked at my asshole while I was getting my temperature taken last night?” My ears burned at the admission. Even after having sex it was a little awkward to confess I'd watched such an intimate procedure without her knowledge.“I'm afraid I did, are you mad?” I asked.“It wasn't a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I suppose I did help with yours first it's just…” she stopped for a moment looking extremely embarrassed like she might not finish the next part. She let the robe fall off her and straddled my legs backwards so that her ass, was angled up towards my face.“If you're going to look at the menu you could at least sample it.” she continued. She arched back revealing her most intimate hole. I started lapping her rosebud and she took my cock back into her mouth. Even with her mouth full I heard her squeal and orgasm when I started penetrating her hole with my tongue. I didn't last long either before spraying what little I had left down her throat. She swallowed and curled up next to me.“Will you keep me warm tonight?” she asked with those green eyes still looking innocent despite all the dirty sex.“Always!” I replied drawing her in for a kiss and clicking the lamp off.by RORI333 for Literotica

Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms.by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we'd use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I'm Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn't play team sports so I didn't know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn't seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.“I can't hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn't the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we'd left the tents in her pack when we'd divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I've never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I'll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don't know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn't feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn't look, but I couldn't believe she'd peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn't open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn't see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.“Wake up!” a woman's voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn't move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn't do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.“Isn't there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That's when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie's orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.“Alright enough about how I found you. It's your turn,” she said sterilizing the thermometer. Julie started to protest, “What about him?” but Sierra shut her down.“Who cares if your boyfriend sees your ass, sweetheart? Besides he's out like a log.” I was out of the direct ring of light provided by the lantern and my eyes were barely open so it must have looked like I was still asleep. Sierra helped poor Julie, who was stammering something about us just being friends, out of her poncho, and had her kneel down on the floor facing away from me. I had to stop myself from gasping, I could see Julie's entire vulva the way she was bent over. For a second I felt guilty, but then I remembered how she had peeked at me earlier. Sierra was standing over her and didn't block the view. She pried Julie's cheeks apart revealing a cute pink anus. Freezing as I was, I thought I might ejaculate just seeing the gloved finger rubbing slowly against her intimate hole. Sierra glanced back while waiting for the temperature and saw my eyes wide open now. I was caught! She grinned but didn't say anything to Julie as she wiped the lubricant from her pucker. I was relieved she kept my secret, but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.“Alright, honey why don't you slip into the sleeping bag and keep your “not-boyfriend's” cock warm so I don't have to field amputate it in the morning.“I snapped my eyes shut knowing Julie would be mortified if she knew I'd seen almost everything she had. Julie slipped into the bag behind me this time and I was briefly disappointed I wouldn't be able to feel her hard nipples with my arm again, but then her arm wrapped around me resting her hand around my erect penis. This time she didn't let go and drifted off to sleep leaving me with the biggest tease of my life.Sierra spent some time taking incident notes in a journal. I could see her clearly in the lantern light. She was a dark haired Latina who looked to be in her early forties, and had a more muscular frame than I did. After about twenty minutes she put the book down, and walked over to a little cot on the other side of the tent. She took off her coat, boots, and thermal top. She wasn't wearing a bra but all I could see was her bare back. She pulled her pants down revealing a pair of tight black thermal underwear that ran the entire length of her legs. I was hoping she would would go all the way but she appeared to be stopping. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw Julie was asleep. Flashing me another mischievous grin she bent over and slowly peeled the underwear all the way down her legs. She had a toned butt, and thighs, and I leaned forward to see if I could see between them before wincing in pain from the bruising. Sierra turned around with a smile and wagged her finger at me. She walked towards the middle of the tent revealing her firm breasts with large brown nipples, and shapely lips under a small strip of neatly trimmed hair. It was my first frontal view of a naked woman and she was staring into my eyes the whole time. When she got to the middle near the lantern, she turned around and bent over again giving me the briefest glimpse of her crinkled brown anus and vulva before flipping me the bird and clicking the lantern off. I was rock hard, Julie's hands were on my election, and to top it all off I heard faint moaning coming from Sierra's side of the tent.When I woke up the next morning Julie was getting dressed. She already had her dry panties on but I was treated to my first glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and delicate pink nipples as she tried to put a sports bra on. We briefly made eye contact and she turned bright red and faced the other way. I was enamored, but worried about what this incident was doing to our friendship. Sierra saw me moving and came over to check my ribs.“You're bruised pretty bad, but should be able to be on your way as soon as you get some strength back. I just need to check something real quick. Julie would you bring me the thermometer?” Not again!“I feel much warmer now!” I retorted. While Julie grabbed the medical kit across the room still in just panties and a sports bra. Sierra leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “Warmer? I think things will get a lot hotter for you from now on if you let her help again.” I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach again and felt bare hands pry me open and a thermometer tip touch my hole.“No, you can't just stick it in you have to open his asshole a little bit,” Sierra said. I felt a lubed, latex, gloved finger enter my rectum and realized it was Julies finger in me! She briefly curled it hitting my prostate, before inserting the thermometer. I felt the blood run from my face, but at the same time my erection was about to explode!“Ok, good now roll him back over…oh I guess his appendages still work,” Sierra laughed staring at my slightly over six and a half inch hard on already wet with precum. Julie stared with her mouth wide open.“Unless you're planning on using that mouth for something why don't you go grab a piss bottle for him.” Sierra chided her.I couldn't even make eye contact with Julie by the time she came back with the bottle Sierra directed her to grab my pole and orient the tip in the bottle. “Julie, I'm going to check on the water I've got heating over the fire, if he has any trouble going just tug on it a few times.” And with that she left me with my almost lifelong crush who had my morning wood in her hands. “Julie, you don't have to do this I can take care off…” she jerked me a few times and I exploded in the jar after all the build up. Even after all she'd seen, ejaculating and peeing while she cradled my member was a bit much for me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and got up without saying a word. It wasn't fair I hadn't even got to see her fully from the front and she'd practically fingered and jerked me off.Sierra came back in with some hot water and motioned Julie over. “Alright, let me have a look dear,” she said. Julie stood in front of her with her back to me. Sierra undid the bandage I had placed the day before and cleaned the area before replacing it. Then she grabbed the waistband of Julie's panties and pulled them to her knees. “Wait! He'll see my butt.”“No, dear he'll see your ass; I didn't hear him complaining when you put your finger in his so why don't you relax and let me check for splinters. You need a new pair anyway this dry pair us already sopping wet. Besides, how is he supposed to know what he wants to eat later if you don't show him what's on your menu?” Sierra joked giving Julie a light slap on her bare butt. I still hadn't seen her fully from the front, but thinking about eating her anus I'd secretly seen last night had me hard again already. Julie pulled her panties up once Sierra was done, and got dressed fully without looking at me. Sierra and Julie talked outside for about an hour while I wondered if it was the last time I'd see part of her nude. Julie stayed outside with the fire while Sierra helped me dress and eat.“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked Sierra.“She'll be okay, but you're going to have to do something for her. So listen carefully,” Sierra said grimly. She yanked down her pants and underwear to her midthigh and spread her lips apart to reveal a small bulb. “Lick this and she'll be more than okay.” She pulled her pants up and flipped me off again with a smile.Sierra was a character, but she did radio us help from the rangers to get back to our van. We said our goodbyes and hit the road back to Oregon together, but by the time we got to I-5 South it was already dark. After awkwardly not saying anything to each other for the first hour of the drive, Julie and I agreed to split the cost of a hotel room. We phoned our parents and explained what happened… well part of what happened anyway. Both sets of parents reminded us to get two beds. I rolled my eyes, if they only knew how we slept last night.Julie let me get the first shower since I was injured and I collapsed on one of the beds in just a hotel robe.“Adam, we need to talk.” Julie said. She was wearing a hotel robe with a towel in her hair, but she still looked stunning.“You weren't supposed to see me like that!” She started.“I'm so sorry, I looked and the way the trip went. Can we go back to the way things were and pretend none of this happened?” I offered. Julie dropped her robe,“You weren't supposed to see me like that because I wanted the first time to be special.” She was wearing stunning dark green lingerie that complimented her curly red hair. My mouth was wide open in shock, as her hand snaked beneath my robe and grabbed my shaft.“You sure you want things to go back to the way they were?” She asked coyly. “Julie what are you-” before I could finish she pulled back my robe and took me deep into her mouth. I moaned as she pulled it out and started licking the head while staring right at me with her bright green eyes wide open. Getting up, she pulled her green panties down giving me my first look at her neatly trimmed red strip and protruding lips.“Wait are you sure you're ready for intercourse?” I asked. She unsnapped her bra. “No more of this "intercourse” or “penis” nonsense. We're not in youth group anymore so if you want me to slide your cock into my wet pussy say so!“ she scolded me. I could tell she was a little embarrassed talking dirty. I consented and she gently rode me, partly because it was her first time being penetrated and partly because of my bruised ribs."Julie, I need to pull out!”“Cum in me, I have the arm implant.”I shot my load into her and she stopped rocking. Losing my virginity was the hottest experience of my life, but I felt bad that I hadn't gotten her off during her first time having sex. Julie led me into the shower to clean up after. She soaped my cock up and almost got me hard again before putting the showerhead right against her pussy. Seeing she was cleaned out from the blood and cum it was my turn to return the favor. I knelt in front of her and licked from side to side until I found the little bulb Sierra had shown me earlier. I gently licked, but her knees started wobbling so bad she had to lay down in the shower with her legs over my shoulders. I continued sucking on her until her legs locked around my neck like she was trying to choke me.“I'm cumming, Adam!” she moaned.Afterwards we set on the bed holding each other naked except for our open robes while she confessed she'd planned on surprising me this weekend the whole time. I admitted that I loved her for years but never made a move.“Well, I guess we have Sierra to thank for finally breaking the ice! ” I mused.“Yes, she helped me tidy up down there while my back was turned. Maybe a little exposure wasn't so bad after all!” She giggled. “Oh, speaking of Sierra, she told me you peeked at my asshole while I was getting my temperature taken last night?” My ears burned at the admission. Even after having sex it was a little awkward to confess I'd watched such an intimate procedure without her knowledge.“I'm afraid I did, are you mad?” I asked.“It wasn't a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I suppose I did help with yours first it's just…” she stopped for a moment looking extremely embarrassed like she might not finish the next part. She let the robe fall off her and straddled my legs backwards so that her ass, was angled up towards my face.“If you're going to look at the menu you could at least sample it.” she continued. She arched back revealing her most intimate hole. I started lapping her rosebud and she took my cock back into her mouth. Even with her mouth full I heard her squeal and orgasm when I started penetrating her hole with my tongue. I didn't last long either before spraying what little I had left down her throat. She swallowed and curled up next to me.“Will you keep me warm tonight?” she asked with those green eyes still looking innocent despite all the dirty sex.“Always!” I replied drawing her in for a kiss and clicking the lamp off.by RORI333 for Literotica

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Chapter 17 - Bathilda's SecretHarry, stop.” “What's wrong?” They had only just reached the grave of the unknown Abbott. “There's someone there. Someone watching us. I can tell. There, over by the bushes.”Q1 - What do you think of the monuments to the Potters?Was it possible that she had been waiting for them all these long months? That Dumbledore had told her to wait, and that Harry would come in the end? Was it not likely that it was she who had moved in the shadows in the graveyard and had followed them to this spot? Even her ability to sense them suggested some Dumbledore-ish power that he had never encountered before. Q2 - What would you have done in this situation?The dust vanished from the photographs, and he saw at once that half a dozen were missing from the largest and most ornate frames. He wondered whether Bathilda or somebody else had removed them. Then the sight of a photograph near the back of the collection caught his eye, and he snatched it up. It was the golden-haired, merry-faced thief, the young man who had perched on Gregorovitch's windowsill, smiling lazily up at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came to Harry instantly where he had seen the boy before: in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the missing photographs were: in Rita's book. Q3 - Who is this?Then she closed her eyes and several things happened at once: Harry's scar prickled painfully; the Horcrux twitched so that the front of his sweater actually moved; the dark, fetid room dissolved momentarily. He felt a leap of joy and spoke in a high, cold voice: Hold him! Q4 - How chilling is this?And his scream was Harry's scream, his pain was Harry's pain . . . that it could happen here, where it had happened before . . . here, within sight of that house where he had come so close to knowing what it was to die . . . to die. . . . The pain was so terrible . . . ripped from his body. . . . But if he had no body, why did his head hurt so badly; if he was dead, how could he feel so unbearably, didn't pain cease with death, didn't it go . . . He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand . . . and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead. . . . “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!” “Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside, now.” “Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —” “This is my last warning —” “Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy. . . . Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything —” “Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!” He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all. . . .Q5 - Does any of this info give you hints or clues as to what is going on?And then he broke: He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped and screaming, but far away . . . far away. . . . “No,” he moaned. The snake rustled on the filthy, cluttered floor, and he had killed the boy, and yet he was the boy. . . . “No . . .” And now he stood at the broken window of Bathilda's house, immersed in memories of his greatest loss, and at his feet the great snake slithered over broken china and glass. . . . He looked down and saw something . . . something incredible. . . . “No . . .” “Harry, it's all right, you're all right!” He stooped down and picked up the smashed photograph. There he was, the unknown thief, the thief he was seeking. . .Q6 - What is going on here? “You're the one who needs sleep. No offense, but you look terrible. I'm fine. I'll keep watch for a while. Where's my wand?” She did not answer, she merely looked at him. “Where's my wand, Hermione?” She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes. “Harry . . .” “Where's my wand?” She reached down beside the bed and held it out to him. The holly and phoenix wand was nearly severed in two. One fragile strand of phoenix feather kept both pieces hanging together. The wood had splintered apart completely. Harry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injury. He could not think properly: Everything was a blur of panic and fear. Then he held out the wand to Hermione. “Lumos!” The wand sparked feebly, then went out. Harry pointed it at Hermione. “Expelliarmus!” Hermione's wand gave a little jerk, but did not leave her hand. The feeble attempt at magic was too much for Harry's wand, which split into two again. He stared at it, aghast, unable to take in.Q7 - Do they really stand a chance now?Chapter 18 - The Life and Lies of Albus DumbledoreNever, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him.Q1 - Harry has lost the protection of the twin cores…what now?And his fury at Dumbledore broke over him now like lava, scorching him inside, wiping out every other feeling. Out of sheer desperation they had talked themselves into believing that Godric's Hollow held answers, convinced themselves that they were supposed to go back, that it was all part of some secret path laid out for them by Dumbledore; but there was no map, no plan. Dumbledore had left them to grope in the darkness, to wrestle with unknown and undreamed-of terrors, alone and unaided: Nothing was explained, nothing was given freely, they had no sword, and now, Harry had no wand. And he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was. . . . Voldemort had all the information now. . . Q2 - Why didn't Dumbledore give them more?Educated at Durmstrang, a school famous even then for its unfortunate tolerance of the Dark Arts, Grindelwald showed himself quite as precociously brilliant as Dumbledore. Rather than channel his abilities into the attainment of awards and prizes, however, Gellert Grindelwald devoted himself to other pursuits. At sixteen years old, even Durmstrang felt it could no longer turn a blind eye to the twisted experiments of Gellert Grindelwald, and he was expelled. Q3 - What did he do to get himself expelled from Durmstrang?Gellert — Your point about Wizard dominance being FOR THE MUGGLES' OWN GOOD — this, I think, is the crucial point. Yes, we have been given power and yes, that power gives us the right to rule, but it also gives us responsibilities over the ruled. We must stress this point, it will be the foundation stone upon which we build. Where we are opposed, as we surely will be, this must be the basis of all our counterarguments. We seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD. And from this it follows that where we meet resistance, we must use only the force that is necessary and no more. (This was your mistake at Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met.) AlbusQ4 - Is Albus really a good wizard?This dreadful coffin-side brawl, known only to those few who attended Ariana Dumbledore's funeral, raises several questions. Why exactly did Aberforth Dumbledore blame Albus for his sister's death? Was it, as “Batty” pretends, a mere effusion of grief? Or could there have been some more concrete reason for his fury? Grindelwald, expelled from Durmstrang for near-fatal attacks upon fellow students, fled the country hours after the girl's death, and Albus (out of shame or fear?) never saw him again, not until forced to do so by the pleas of the Wizarding world. Q5 - Along with all these questions, what do you think Dumbledore saw in the Mirror of Erised?“Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself.” “He loved you,” Hermione whispered. “I know he loved you.” Harry dropped his arms. “I don't know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn't love, the mess he's left me in. Q6 - What do we think of Harry and Dumbledore's relationship after this?Chapter 19 - The Silver DoeIt was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harry's dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a gigantic, cracked ring, then through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices. He had just held up a hand in front of his face to see whether he could make out his fingers when it happened. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. The light seemed simply to drift toward him. Q1 - Was Harry dumb to trust this?But instinct, overwhelming instinct, told him that this was not Dark Magic. He set off in pursuit. Q2 - Is Harry's instinct good?His heart skipped into his mouth: He dropped to his knees at the pool's edge and angled the wand so as to flood the bottom of the pool with as much light as possible. A glint of deep red . . . It was a sword with glittering rubies in its hilt. . . . The sword of Gryffindor was lying at the bottom of the forest pool. Q3 - How did the sword get there? Is the Doe and the Sword by the same person? Who?An owl hooted somewhere as he stripped off, and he thought with a pang of Hedwig.Q4 - Was this Hedwig??Every pore of his body screamed in protest: The very air in his lungs seemed to freeze solid as he was submerged to his shoulders in the frozen water. He could hardly breathe; trembling so violently the water lapped over the edges of the pool, he felt for the blade with his numb feet. He only wanted to dive once. Q5 - Ever experienced this kind of cold?“Are — you — mental?” Nothing but the shock of hearing that voice could have given Harry the strength to get up. Shivering violently, he staggered to his feet. There before him stood Ron, fully dressed but drenched to the skin, his hair plastered to his face, the sword of Gryffindor in one hand and the Horcrux dangling from its broken chain in the other….Harry could not answer. The silver doe was nothing, nothing compared with Ron's reappearance; he could not believe it. Q6 - Were you shocked by the return?“I did think I saw something move over there, but I was running to the pool at the time, because you'd gone in and you hadn't come up, so I wasn't going to make a detour to — hey!” Harry was already hurrying to the place Ron had indicated. The two oaks grew close together; there was a gap of only a few inches between the trunks at eye level, an ideal place to see but not be seen.Q7 - Who was it?Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes. “Ron — ?” The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream.Q8 - What was going on there?“You come back after weeks — weeks — and you think it's all going to be all right if you just say sorry?” “Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. “Oh, I don't know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds —” Q9 - Is Hermione right to be this mad at Ron?“Yeah,” said Ron. “Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?” “I still haven't ruled it out,” came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack. Q10 - What do you think of Ron's Dilumenator?Chapter 20 - Xenophilius LovegoodHermione's sulkiness could not mar his buoyant spirits: The sudden upswing in their fortunes, the appearance of the mysterious doe, the recovery of Gryffindor's sword, and above all, Ron's return, made Harry so happy that it was quite difficult to maintain a straight face. “Oh, yeah. Well, it's just a bad habit we've slipped into,” said Harry. “But I haven't got a problem calling him V —” “NO!” roared Ron, causing Harry to jump into the hedge and Hermione (nose buried in a book at the tent entrance) to scowl over at them. “Q1 - What do you think of the tracking of this?Harry did not laugh at Ron, because he understood too well the longing behind the question. The idea that Dumbledore had managed to come back to them, that he was watching over them, would have been inexpressibly comforting. He shook his head. Q2 - Any chance that this Doe could have been Dumbledore?“But don't you think if it was, Dumbledore would have told me about it before he died?” “Maybe . . . maybe it's something you need to find out for yourself,” said Hermione with a faint air of clutching at straws. “Yeah,” said Ron sycophantically, “that makes sense.” “No, it doesn't,” snapped Hermione, “but I still think we ought to talk to Mr. Lovegood. A symbol that links Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Godric's Hollow? Harry, I'm sure we ought to know about this!” Q3 - Will Hermione and Ron ever reconcile?Q4 - Danny nailed the prediction on Luna not being thereQ5 - What would you have done in Xeno's position?He turned away from the window and his gaze fell upon another peculiar object standing upon the cluttered, curved sideboard: a stone bust of a beautiful but austere-looking witch wearing a most bizarre-looking headdress. Two objects that resembled golden ear trumpets curved out from the sides. A tiny pair of glittering blue wings was stuck to a leather strap that ran over the top of her head, while one of the orange radishes had been stuck to a second strap around her forehead. “Ah, you have spotted my pet invention,” Xeno said, “Modeled, fittingly enough, upon the head of the beautiful Rowena Ravenclaw. ‘Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure!' ” Q6 - Danny you paused at this for a bit, why?

Zoughbi al-Zoughbi is the founder and director of Wi'am, The Palestinian Conflict Transformation Center. He recently traveled the US as a PC(USA) International Peacemaker. This episode is an excerpt from his presentation at Pleasant Hill Presbyterian Church, just outside Atlanta. Watch the full talk on the Joining Hands for Justice YouTube channel.

We're kicking off Season 4 of For Flux Sake with a bang—or should we say a "ping"? Matt, Rose, and Kathy are joined by producer Ben to unveil some exciting surprises awaiting you in the new season. We're firing up a conversation about shivering, crazing, and all the unpredictable quirks that come with ceramics. Why is your glaze flaking off? Could your firing cycle or even hand sanitizer be the culprit? And what's the deal with delayed crazing? We're here to get to the bottom of your ceramic problems! If you'd like to be featured on a future episode of the show please send your audio questions to forfluxsakepodcast@gmail.com.   This week's episode features the following topics:Shivering, Crazing, Delayed Crazing, Paint your own pottery, Vitrification, Low-Fire Ceramics, Clay bodies, Thermal expansion   Today's episode is brought to you by Immaterial: 5000 years of Art, One Material at a Time, a podcast from the Met Museum.  

You have heard that ‘necessity is the mother of invention' but I say menopause is her demanding sister. Another hot day coupled with another hot flash and boom… COOL ME NOW! After trying countless cooling aids, it was time for something better. We tested ideas in hot weather and cold. On fat-fannies and skinny butts. With men and women. So we really mean it when we say, “big-butt tested, hot-flash approved.”And get this… Being chilly is like a mini-workout. Shivering can trigger a hormone that converts white fat cells to brown ones, which burn calories, research shows. And that according to a professor of medicine at Virginia Commonwealth University. How about that!1-844-424-3357WWW.CHILLYCHEEKS.COM

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Martha Kearney visits Whitstable to discover the fascinating and mysterious story behind Guy Maunsell's sea forts at Shivering Sands. Built in the second world war as air defences, these towers can still be seen from the shoreline, although they are now in a state of disrepair. Martha discovers their incredible and strange history. Once home to up to 265 soldiers, these huge metal boxes on stilts later became the base for a broadcasting revolution. In the 1960s, pirate stations such as Radio City, Invicta and the short-lived Radio Sutch (run by the musician and parliamentary candidate Screaming Lord Sutch), broadcast from the sea forts to huge audiences who wanted to hear the latest pop and rock records.Tom Edwards and Bob Leroi are two of the DJs with fond memories of their time aboard the sea forts at Shivering Sands, but there is also a darker history. David Featherbe's father was lost at sea after visiting the Red Sands fort and foul play was suspected. These mysteries and the forts imposing physical architecture fascinate historian Flo McEwan and many artists such as Stephen Turner and Sue Carfrae. Today the forts lie empty and are slowly being lost to the sea, but they remain a source of inspiration to artists and photographers, as Martha discovers.Produced by Helen Lennard

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In this episode, we hear of a king's fame, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Puranaanooru 382, penned for the Chozha King Nalankilli by the poet Kovoor Kizhaar. The verse is situated in the category of 'Paadaan Thinai' or 'Praise' and reveals the respect held for this ruler in the hearts of many.

You have heard that ‘necessity is the mother of invention' but I say menopause is her demanding sister. Another hot day coupled with another hot flash and boom… COOL ME NOW! After trying countless cooling aids, it was time for something better. We tested ideas in hot weather and cold. On fat-fannies and skinny butts. With men and women. So we really mean it when we say, “big-butt tested, hot-flash approved.”And get this… Being chilly is like a mini-workout. Shivering can trigger a hormone that converts white fat cells to brown ones, which burn calories, research shows. And that according to a professor of medicine at Virginia Commonwealth University. How about that!CHILLY CHEEKS

It was a cold and snow-covered morning in February 2010 when Thomas and Lynn Love decided to take the scenic route to Woodbridge, a suburb of Alexandria, Virginia. The area had recently been pummeled with snow, not once but three times that month, leaving record-breaking accumulations across the Washington, D.C. area.They drove by Prince William Forest and turned east onto Minnieville Road. The area is a sleepy suburb, with wide open roads interspersed with the occasional subdivision or neighborhood. However, large parts are still fields and woods, so the deer often play dodgeball in the traffic. So, Thomas drove more cautiously than usual. As their vehicle approached Alps Road, Thomas saw something move. He pulled over and got out of the car. When his wife realized what they were looking at, she, too, got out of the vehicle.It was a woman, half-dressed, covered in slush and snow and blood, stumbling toward them. She was scraped from the knees down, her face pitted with tiny red dots, and the whites of her eyes were reddish-purple. Shivering, she said in a hoarse whisper, “I've been raped and beaten. Where's Lisa? Is she alive?” Lynn wrapped the woman in a blanket, put her in the car, turned up the heat, and then called 911.There was no way at that moment that the Loves could fully comprehend that they had just played a small part in catching a murderer, freeing a wrongfully imprisoned man from jail, and bringing closure to three families, all by saving the life of the half-frozen woman now seated in their backseat.Join Jen and Cam as they discuss "Never A Marine"Thank you to our team:Written and researched by Lauretta AllenListener Discretion by Edward October from OctoberpodVHSExecutive Producer Nico Vitesse of The Inky Paw PrintSources:Complete list of sources on Our True Crime Podcast websiteArticle written by Harry Jaffe that Jen mentioned.https://www.washingtonian.com/2012/09/11/predator-in-the-ranks-inside-a-real-life-ncis-murder-case/ https://caselaw.findlaw.com/court/us-4th-circuit/1872283.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorge_Avila-Torrezhttps://www.oxygen.com/crime-time/jorge-avila-torrez-ex-marine-sentenced-100-years-for-murder-laura-hobbs-krystal-tobiashttps://www.washingtonpost.com/crime-law/2018/09/19/convicted-va-killer-already-facing-death-penalty-admits-slaying-two-girls-illinois/https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jztATNJWkI4&t=1005s&ab_channel=FilmRiseTrueCrimehttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/serial-killer-jorge-avila-torrez-part-1/id1485570562?i=1000574610182https://www.newspapers.com/image/231654382/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/985345195/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/968520596/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/289692678/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/289557482/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/985371463/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/989774158/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/968128861/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/989750339/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/989750457/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/837503025/?terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/270354636/terms=%22Jorge%20Torrez%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/280551681/terms=%22Amanda%20Jean%20Snell%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/241270581/terms=%22Amanda%20Jean%20Snell%22&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/241781685/terms=Osama%20Atari%20Torrez&match= https://www.newspapers.com/image/241712166/terms=Osama%20Atari%20Torrez&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/233123001/?terms=Krystal%20Tobias&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/411004539/?terms=Krystal%20Tobias&match=1https://www.newspapers.com/image/83669236/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/231678431/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/443579225/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/598412415/ https://www.newspapers.com/image/232984854/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22&match=1 https://www.newspapers.com/image/232976432/?terms=%22Laura%20Hobbs%22 

Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: Back to Basics: Truth is Unitary, published by lsusr on March 30, 2024 on LessWrong. It was a dark and stormy night. The prospect held the front of his cloak tight to his chest. He stumbled, fell over into the mud, and picked himself back up. Shivering, he slammed his body against the front doors of the Temple and collapsed under its awning. He picked himself up and slammed his fists against the double ironwood doors. He couldn't hear his own knocks above the gale. He banged harder, then with all his strength. "Hello! Is anyone in there? Does anyone still tend the Fire?" he implored. There was no answer. The Temple's stone walls were built to last, but rotting plywood covered the apertures that once framed stained glass. The prospect slumped down again, leaning his back against the ironwood. He listened to the pitter-patter of rain on overgrowth. It wasn't a bad place to think. The trouble was, he didn't want to think. Not right now. Thinking creates depression. Action cures it. The prospect put his stiff hands in his pockets. His fingers traced the delicate forms of a disposable lighter bought on the darkweb and a short cheap aluminum-wrapped wax candle. He considered lighting the candle under the Temple's awning. But that felt pathetic. If the Temple was abandoned then he should at least do it at the altar. The acolyte eyed the plywood. Surely he could punch through it and climb in that way. He left the shelter of the awning and tapped on the former window. His taps left fingerprints in the myceliation. The ironwood doors opened. A young girl poked her head out. The prospect shouted in surprised and fell into the mud. "What are you doing out there in the mud?" the girl asked. "Choosing to dunk myself in the mud wasn't exactly an explicit rational choice," said the prospect while shaking himself off. "Well come inside. Hypothermia impairs one's ability to make rational decisions," said the girl. She poked her head back inside the Temple and closed the door behind herself to keep out the rain. The prospect looked at the door. He noticed it wasn't locked. It had never been locked. The prospect opened the door and stepped inside. The Temple wasn't warm, but it was mostly dry. The large circular domed chamber was ringed with statues. Rain fell through the oculus in the eye of the dome. The statues' paint had partially worn away. The girl had hung her own hagoromo on the statue of Mukami-sama, the God of Atheism. The prospect's cloak was so soaked it was keeping him colder than warming him up. There were no chairs or coat rack. It would be mala suerte to just set it on the floor. It felt sacrilegious. But…when in Rome…. The prospect almost hung his cloak on the statue closest to himself. Then he realized that the true sacrilege would be to pick a statue without considering Who he was acknowledging. Mukami-sama was already taken. He paced around the circumference of the chamber, taking care with each step as if the floor could collapse under him. Half the gods he didn't even recognize. Of those he did… Math-sama's too-perfect curves? No. Moloch? Azathoth? Multivac? Three times no. Morpheus? So many gods' names started with the letter "M". Science-sama was almost right… Then he saw the dragon wings and octopus face. The prospect wasn't choosing which kami to worship. He was choosing which kami to ignore. The prospect arranged his cloak to maximize surface area. That was definitely the reason. Not to block out the thoughts it induced in his mind. It wasn't until he committed to his choice that the girl spoke again. "Do you have an offering?" she asked, gently. There was no money in his pockets. It had taken all he had just to get here. But he had not come empty-handed. He placed his smokeless candle on the floor of the Temple, among the dirt and rubble, and lit it. "Your of...

Greetings All!In today's episode of Into the Pray, I provide a follow-on from my personal testimony shared on YouTube last week. You can watch that here.  In short, what happens when "domesticated" civilian leaders encounter shell-shocked prophetic soldiers?At the end of the episode I offer some advice to both1) Shivering, shell-shocked prophets &2) Civilian pastoral leadersMy university pastiche is here. The other book I mention is here. T.A-Sparks video re the demonic idolatry in the Church is here. _______________________________________________Would you consider supporting our work as we head into another increasingly "radicalised" year of service for the soon-to-come Lord Jesus? Neither of us now have salaries and the work we are doing in the background to produce all that we do is significant. You can support us here. Thank you!Podcast title music can be listened to here. Also of note: Back in the spring of this I year, I published the seminal work, "The Glorious Few: Redeeming Radicalisation in the Kingdom of God." In the period of 2 weeks following publishing, several major things happened all at once that could have happened at any point in the previous 9 years. The disruption of the Lord culminated in Mairi resigning from her role as a Teacher of French in a large secondary school in Edinburgh and was a disruption that I wrote about prophetically in the book's epilogue. This episode of the Into the Pray podcast is Mairi's testimony and, as the final podcast in our home where the podcast began, please let me encourage you to listen with a prayerful heart. Perhaps you'd also share the episode to your networks. Finally, what would Nick say to your local church and leadership? The 1% Church. Thank you for listening. Maranatha! Nick & Mairi My books are available here with info about the latest, The Glorious Few, here. Order our gospel tracts for your parish here. Our flagship content:

Join us for Swiftie Ex's month where we discuss Matt's pick of Dunkirk and answer questions like:Do you need to see d*ck in every movie?Is this a Jaws 4 prequel?andWas there a murder on the boat floor?Learn all about Quad Pro Quo at: https://linktr.ee/quadproquopod

in this episode i'm talking about the Walmart Employee Fired For Filming Mother Who Brought Her Shivering Toddler To Store In Only Diaper

Chapter 18 - The Life and Lies of Albus DumbledoreNever, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him.Q1 - Harry has lost the protection of the twin cores…what now?And his fury at Dumbledore broke over him now like lava, scorching him inside, wiping out every other feeling. Out of sheer desperation they had talked themselves into believing that Godric's Hollow held answers, convinced themselves that they were supposed to go back, that it was all part of some secret path laid out for them by Dumbledore; but there was no map, no plan. Dumbledore had left them to grope in the darkness, to wrestle with unknown and undreamed-of terrors, alone and unaided: Nothing was explained, nothing was given freely, they had no sword, and now, Harry had no wand. And he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was. . . . Voldemort had all the information now. . . Q2 - Why didn't Dumbledore give them more?Educated at Durmstrang, a school famous even then for its unfortunate tolerance of the Dark Arts, Grindelwald showed himself quite as precociously brilliant as Dumbledore. Rather than channel his abilities into the attainment of awards and prizes, however, Gellert Grindelwald devoted himself to other pursuits. At sixteen years old, even Durmstrang felt it could no longer turn a blind eye to the twisted experiments of Gellert Grindelwald, and he was expelled. Q3 - What did he do to get himself expelled from Durmstrang?Gellert — Your point about Wizard dominance being FOR THE MUGGLES' OWN GOOD — this, I think, is the crucial point. Yes, we have been given power and yes, that power gives us the right to rule, but it also gives us responsibilities over the ruled. We must stress this point, it will be the foundation stone upon which we build. Where we are opposed, as we surely will be, this must be the basis of all our counterarguments. We seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD. And from this it follows that where we meet resistance, we must use only the force that is necessary and no more. (This was your mistake at Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met.) AlbusQ4 - Is Albus really a good wizard?This dreadful coffin-side brawl, known only to those few who attended Ariana Dumbledore's funeral, raises several questions. Why exactly did Aberforth Dumbledore blame Albus for his sister's death? Was it, as “Batty” pretends, a mere effusion of grief? Or could there have been some more concrete reason for his fury? Grindelwald, expelled from Durmstrang for near-fatal attacks upon fellow students, fled the country hours after the girl's death, and Albus (out of shame or fear?) never saw him again, not until forced to do so by the pleas of the Wizarding world. Q5 - Along with all these questions, what do you think Dumbledore saw in the Mirror of Erised?“Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself.” “He loved you,” Hermione whispered. “I know he loved you.” Harry dropped his arms. “I don't know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn't love, the mess he's left me in. Q6 - What do we think of Harry and Dumbledore's relationship after this?Chapter 19 - The Silver DoeIt was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harry's dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a gigantic, cracked ring, then through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices. He had just held up a hand in front of his face to see whether he could make out his fingers when it happened. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. The light seemed simply to drift toward him. Q1 - Was Harry dumb to trust this?But instinct, overwhelming instinct, told him that this was not Dark Magic. He set off in pursuit. Q2 - Is Harry's instinct good?His heart skipped into his mouth: He dropped to his knees at the pool's edge and angled the wand so as to flood the bottom of the pool with as much light as possible. A glint of deep red . . . It was a sword with glittering rubies in its hilt. . . . The sword of Gryffindor was lying at the bottom of the forest pool. Q3 - How did the sword get there? Is the Doe and the Sword by the same person? Who?An owl hooted somewhere as he stripped off, and he thought with a pang of Hedwig.Q4 - Was this Hedwig??Every pore of his body screamed in protest: The very air in his lungs seemed to freeze solid as he was submerged to his shoulders in the frozen water. He could hardly breathe; trembling so violently the water lapped over the edges of the pool, he felt for the blade with his numb feet. He only wanted to dive once. Q5 - Ever experienced this kind of cold?“Are — you — mental?” Nothing but the shock of hearing that voice could have given Harry the strength to get up. Shivering violently, he staggered to his feet. There before him stood Ron, fully dressed but drenched to the skin, his hair plastered to his face, the sword of Gryffindor in one hand and the Horcrux dangling from its broken chain in the other….Harry could not answer. The silver doe was nothing, nothing compared with Ron's reappearance; he could not believe it. Q6 - Were you shocked by the return?“I did think I saw something move over there, but I was running to the pool at the time, because you'd gone in and you hadn't come up, so I wasn't going to make a detour to — hey!” Harry was already hurrying to the place Ron had indicated. The two oaks grew close together; there was a gap of only a few inches between the trunks at eye level, an ideal place to see but not be seen.Q7 - Who was it?Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes. “Ron — ?” The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream.Q8 - What was going on there?“You come back after weeks — weeks — and you think it's all going to be all right if you just say sorry?” “Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. “Oh, I don't know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds —” Q9 - Is Hermione right to be this mad at Ron?“Yeah,” said Ron. “Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?” “I still haven't ruled it out,” came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack. Q10 - What do you think of Ron's Dilumenator?

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Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms.by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we'd use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I'm Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn't play team sports so I didn't know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn't seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.“I can't hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn't the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we'd left the tents in her pack when we'd divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I've never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I'll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don't know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn't feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn't look, but I couldn't believe she'd peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn't open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn't see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.“Wake up!” a woman's voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn't move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn't do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.“Isn't there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That's when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie's orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.“Alright enough about how I found you. It's your turn,” she said sterilizing the thermometer. Julie started to protest, “What about him?” but Sierra shut her down.“Who cares if your boyfriend sees your ass, sweetheart? Besides he's out like a log.” I was out of the direct ring of light provided by the lantern and my eyes were barely open so it must have looked like I was still asleep. Sierra helped poor Julie, who was stammering something about us just being friends, out of her poncho, and had her kneel down on the floor facing away from me. I had to stop myself from gasping, I could see Julie's entire vulva the way she was bent over. For a second I felt guilty, but then I remembered how she had peeked at me earlier. Sierra was standing over her and didn't block the view. She pried Julie's cheeks apart revealing a cute pink anus. Freezing as I was, I thought I might ejaculate just seeing the gloved finger rubbing slowly against her intimate hole. Sierra glanced back while waiting for the temperature and saw my eyes wide open now. I was caught! She grinned but didn't say anything to Julie as she wiped the lubricant from her pucker. I was relieved she kept my secret, but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.“Alright, honey why don't you slip into the sleeping bag and keep your “not-boyfriend's” cock warm so I don't have to field amputate it in the morning.“I snapped my eyes shut knowing Julie would be mortified if she knew I'd seen almost everything she had. Julie slipped into the bag behind me this time and I was briefly disappointed I wouldn't be able to feel her hard nipples with my arm again, but then her arm wrapped around me resting her hand around my erect penis. This time she didn't let go and drifted off to sleep leaving me with the biggest tease of my life.Sierra spent some time taking incident notes in a journal. I could see her clearly in the lantern light. She was a dark haired Latina who looked to be in her early forties, and had a more muscular frame than I did. After about twenty minutes she put the book down, and walked over to a little cot on the other side of the tent. She took off her coat, boots, and thermal top. She wasn't wearing a bra but all I could see was her bare back. She pulled her pants down revealing a pair of tight black thermal underwear that ran the entire length of her legs. I was hoping she would would go all the way but she appeared to be stopping. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw Julie was asleep. Flashing me another mischievous grin she bent over and slowly peeled the underwear all the way down her legs. She had a toned butt, and thighs, and I leaned forward to see if I could see between them before wincing in pain from the bruising. Sierra turned around with a smile and wagged her finger at me. She walked towards the middle of the tent revealing her firm breasts with large brown nipples, and shapely lips under a small strip of neatly trimmed hair. It was my first frontal view of a naked woman and she was staring into my eyes the whole time. When she got to the middle near the lantern, she turned around and bent over again giving me the briefest glimpse of her crinkled brown anus and vulva before flipping me the bird and clicking the lantern off. I was rock hard, Julie's hands were on my election, and to top it all off I heard faint moaning coming from Sierra's side of the tent.When I woke up the next morning Julie was getting dressed. She already had her dry panties on but I was treated to my first glimpse of her gorgeous breasts and delicate pink nipples as she tried to put a sports bra on. We briefly made eye contact and she turned bright red and faced the other way. I was enamored, but worried about what this incident was doing to our friendship. Sierra saw me moving and came over to check my ribs.“You're bruised pretty bad, but should be able to be on your way as soon as you get some strength back. I just need to check something real quick. Julie would you bring me the thermometer?” Not again!“I feel much warmer now!” I retorted. While Julie grabbed the medical kit across the room still in just panties and a sports bra. Sierra leaned in towards my ear and whispered, “Warmer? I think things will get a lot hotter for you from now on if you let her help again.” I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach again and felt bare hands pry me open and a thermometer tip touch my hole.“No, you can't just stick it in you have to open his asshole a little bit,” Sierra said. I felt a lubed, latex, gloved finger enter my rectum and realized it was Julies finger in me! She briefly curled it hitting my prostate, before inserting the thermometer. I felt the blood run from my face, but at the same time my erection was about to explode!“Ok, good now roll him back over…oh I guess his appendages still work,” Sierra laughed staring at my slightly over six and a half inch hard on already wet with precum. Julie stared with her mouth wide open.“Unless you're planning on using that mouth for something why don't you go grab a piss bottle for him.” Sierra chided her.I couldn't even make eye contact with Julie by the time she came back with the bottle Sierra directed her to grab my pole and orient the tip in the bottle. “Julie, I'm going to check on the water I've got heating over the fire, if he has any trouble going just tug on it a few times.” And with that she left me with my almost lifelong crush who had my morning wood in her hands. “Julie, you don't have to do this I can take care off…” she jerked me a few times and I exploded in the jar after all the build up. Even after all she'd seen, ejaculating and peeing while she cradled my member was a bit much for me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and got up without saying a word. It wasn't fair I hadn't even got to see her fully from the front and she'd practically fingered and jerked me off.Sierra came back in with some hot water and motioned Julie over. “Alright, let me have a look dear,” she said. Julie stood in front of her with her back to me. Sierra undid the bandage I had placed the day before and cleaned the area before replacing it. Then she grabbed the waistband of Julie's panties and pulled them to her knees. “Wait! He'll see my butt.”“No, dear he'll see your ass; I didn't hear him complaining when you put your finger in his so why don't you relax and let me check for splinters. You need a new pair anyway this dry pair us already sopping wet. Besides, how is he supposed to know what he wants to eat later if you don't show him what's on your menu?” Sierra joked giving Julie a light slap on her bare butt. I still hadn't seen her fully from the front, but thinking about eating her anus I'd secretly seen last night had me hard again already. Julie pulled her panties up once Sierra was done, and got dressed fully without looking at me. Sierra and Julie talked outside for about an hour while I wondered if it was the last time I'd see part of her nude. Julie stayed outside with the fire while Sierra helped me dress and eat.“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked Sierra.“She'll be okay, but you're going to have to do something for her. So listen carefully,” Sierra said grimly. She yanked down her pants and underwear to her midthigh and spread her lips apart to reveal a small bulb. “Lick this and she'll be more than okay.” She pulled her pants up and flipped me off again with a smile.Sierra was a character, but she did radio us help from the rangers to get back to our van. We said our goodbyes and hit the road back to Oregon together, but by the time we got to I-5 South it was already dark. After awkwardly not saying anything to each other for the first hour of the drive, Julie and I agreed to split the cost of a hotel room. We phoned our parents and explained what happened… well part of what happened anyway. Both sets of parents reminded us to get two beds. I rolled my eyes, if they only knew how we slept last night.Julie let me get the first shower since I was injured and I collapsed on one of the beds in just a hotel robe.“Adam, we need to talk.” Julie said. She was wearing a hotel robe with a towel in her hair, but she still looked stunning.“You weren't supposed to see me like that!” She started.“I'm so sorry, I looked and the way the trip went. Can we go back to the way things were and pretend none of this happened?” I offered. Julie dropped her robe,“You weren't supposed to see me like that because I wanted the first time to be special.” She was wearing stunning dark green lingerie that complimented her curly red hair. My mouth was wide open in shock, as her hand snaked beneath my robe and grabbed my shaft.“You sure you want things to go back to the way they were?” She asked coyly. “Julie what are you-” before I could finish she pulled back my robe and took me deep into her mouth. I moaned as she pulled it out and started licking the head while staring right at me with her bright green eyes wide open. Getting up, she pulled her green panties down giving me my first look at her neatly trimmed red strip and protruding lips.“Wait are you sure you're ready for intercourse?” I asked. She unsnapped her bra. “No more of this “intercourse” or “penis” nonsense. We're not in youth group anymore so if you want me to slide your cock into my wet pussy say so!“ she scolded me. I could tell she was a little embarrassed talking dirty. I consented and she gently rode me, partly because it was her first time being penetrated and partly because of my bruised ribs."Julie, I need to pull out!”“Cum in me, I have the arm implant.”I shot my load into her and she stopped rocking. Losing my virginity was the hottest experience of my life, but I felt bad that I hadn't gotten her off during her first time having sex. Julie led me into the shower to clean up after. She soaped my cock up and almost got me hard again before putting the showerhead right against her pussy. Seeing she was cleaned out from the blood and cum it was my turn to return the favor. I knelt in front of her and licked from side to side until I found the little bulb Sierra had shown me earlier. I gently licked, but her knees started wobbling so bad she had to lay down in the shower with her legs over my shoulders. I continued sucking on her until her legs locked around my neck like she was trying to choke me.“I'm cumming, Adam!” she moaned.Afterwards we set on the bed holding each other naked except for our open robes while she confessed she'd planned on surprising me this weekend the whole time. I admitted that I loved her for years but never made a move.“Well, I guess we have Sierra to thank for finally breaking the ice! ” I mused.“Yes, she helped me tidy up down there while my back was turned. Maybe a little exposure wasn't so bad after all!” She giggled. “Oh, speaking of Sierra, she told me you peeked at my asshole while I was getting my temperature taken last night?” My ears burned at the admission. Even after having sex it was a little awkward to confess I'd watched such an intimate procedure without her knowledge.“I'm afraid I did, are you mad?” I asked.“It wasn't a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I suppose I did help with yours first it's just…” she stopped for a moment looking extremely embarrassed like she might not finish the next part. She let the robe fall off her and straddled my legs backwards so that her ass, was angled up towards my face.“If you're going to look at the menu you could at least sample it.” she continued. She arched back revealing her most intimate hole. I started lapping her rosebud and she took my cock back into her mouth. Even with her mouth full I heard her squeal and orgasm when I started penetrating her hole with my tongue. I didn't last long either before spraying what little I had left down her throat. She swallowed and curled up next to me.“Will you keep me warm tonight?” she asked with those green eyes still looking innocent despite all the dirty sex.“Always!” I replied drawing her in for a kiss and clicking the lamp off.by RORI333 for Literotica.

During this podcast, host Tawana Lowery shares three important strategies that will help us overcome disappointment (regardless of the circumstances) AND … Keep our Joy!! And as the new year approaches, let these strategies arm you with a game plan to transcend the disappointment traps that might arise.       SCRIPT:   How to Overcome Disappointment and Keep Your Joy By Tawana Lowery (excerpts taken from her upcoming book)   1.     The Holiday Seasons is typically a time for celebrating with friends and loved ones.   2.     But it can also present the greatest opportunity to experience the pain of Disappointment…   ·        Though we might not want to readily admit it… ·        Disappointment is big part of life…   ·        Disappointment hurts and stings… ·        Especially when it involves relationships. ·        But most of all… disappointment steals our joy.     3.     During this Podcast, I want to review 3 Strategies that will help us Overcome Disappointment (regardless of the circumstances) AND … Keep our Joy!!   4.     And as the new year approaches, I believe these strategies will arm you with a game plan to Transcend the Disappointment Traps that might arise.       5.     Like you… I've had numerous disappointing experiences. ·        But one that stands out happened when I was only 8 years old. ·        And it happened during the holiday season.   6.     In those days we still called it a Christmas Party.   7.     Second only to the last day of school, it was the most anticipated day of the entire year.   8.     Each hallway and classroom was covered with beautiful decorations.   9.     And the tantalizing aroma of Christmas Cookies hung like a thick fog, consuming every corner of every room.   10. Weeks of anticipation followed by hours of celebration concluded with the most exciting part of the day.   ·        The Student Gift Exchange!   11. The ritual consisted of the teacher passing out each gift (in a very orderly fashion of course).   12. After what seemed a lifetime, she found the present with my name on it.   13. As she approached my desk, my exuberance quickly devolved into disappointment!     14.  Because my sweet teacher wasn't holding a beautifully wrapped gift with a shiny bow…. It was nothing of the sort!   ·        Instead, she was carrying what appeared to be a ball of aluminum foil….   15. With an awkward wince of embarrassment, she placed the horrifying blob on my desk.     16. Well…. my initial reaction was total confusion. Surely my name was not on THAT.   17.  It wasn't even a present…. Seriously… who in their right mind would give a ball of crumpled aluminum foil as a Christmas gift?   18. Fighting back the crocodile tears, I quickly snatched it off my desk and placed it in my lap… trying to remain expressionless.     19. As I clutched it tightly, in an effort to hide the evidence, I could feel that something was wrapped inside.   20. I thought… “Should I open it now or wait until I get home?”   21. The thoughts were racing back and forth. 22. But soon my 8 year old curiosity took control.   23. With eyes straight ahead and emotions at bay, I slowly pushed back the foil with my fingertips.   ·        That's when embarrassment gave way to complete bewilderment.   24. Inside the crumpled ball of foil was a small Plastic Donkey.   ·        It was the kind of humble little grey burrow you might see in a Nativity Scene. ·        It had very sad eyes and a bowed head.   25. A donkey! A plastic donkey! What on earth can you do with a plastic donkey? ·        Just to add insult to injury, it wasn't even new.   26. As I gazed at this unimaginable nightmare… My mind quickly recalled my shopping trip from the previous week.     27. I thought about the time I invested selecting the perfect gift for my classmate.   ·        It was wrapped with tender care, by yours truly. ·        Then finished to perfection with a lovely bow! ·        Yet despite my tireless efforts, this is what I get in return?   28. You know… that event happened more than 40 years ago, and yet the disappointment I experienced is branded in my memory.       So… here's the point of the story? 29. Sometimes we give our very best to people and circumstances only to receive a Plastic Donkey in return.   30. Sometimes situations over which we have no control cause embarrassment and heartache, leaving us with a stomach full of disappointment and let-down.     31. But… What if we could overcome those deflated emotions and bounce back with a fervent determination to Keep our Joy?   ·        That's what these 3 Principles will help you achieve. The first Principle is…. “Keep it in Perspective.” 1.     A few days after the Christmas party, my mother learned the details behind the gift I had received.   ·        My classmate, Teresa and her family were struggling.   ·        Her father had lost his job, and her mom was fighting a serious illness. ·        Teresa's family had no money and no insurance for medical expenses. ·        In fact, the community was providing money for food and other basic needs. ·        No doubt, they were facing a very bleak holiday season.        2.     My mom also explained how that little plastic donkey was part of their family Nativity Scene.   ·        And it just so happened, the little sad burrow was Teresa's favorite character piece.   ·        In actuality, Teresa gave me something very near and dear to her heart.   ·        She gave the best she had to offer. You might even say her gift was sacrificial… sort of like the offering of the Widows Mite in the Bible. 3.     Although my hurt from the disappointment was real, learning more about Teresa's situation shed new light on the entire event.   ·        It helped me view it from a higher perspective. ·        As a result, my disappointed heart was transformed into a heart of compassion. ·        Keeping it in perspective gave me the emotional strength to keep my joy.     The second Principle for Keeping our Joy is… “Keep Giving Your Best.”   1.     When we returned to school after the holidays…  I decided to give Teresa what she had given me.   ·        She gave me her best. How could I do any less?   2.     For the remainder of the school year, I poured into her life as much as possible.   ·        I helped her with homework so she could make better grades. ·        We sat together at lunch so she wouldn't be alone. ·        Because we were the same size, I gave her some of my clothes and shoes.   3.     Teresa and Tawana became best buds, and we both excelled because of it.   4.     She discovered there was a great student on the inside with the ability to learn and grow.   5.     I discovered leadership abilities that allowed me to inspire others to excel.    6.     Staying true to your core values in the midst of the pain, is vital for overcoming disappointment.   ·        That includes being intentional to give your best regardless of what other don't give you.       7.     Think about it like this… ·        If you want to keep your joy, then be sure to engage in activities that set you up to achieve it.   8.     After all, it's very difficult to give your best while experiencing sadness at the same time.     Let's wrap this up with the third Principle for Keeping our Joy which is to… “Keep Looking for the Good.”   1.     On one of the coldest days of the year, I got caught in a huge traffic jam on the way to have my car heater repaired.   2.     The temperature was 35 degrees outside and only slightly warmer inside.   ·        Not exactly the best day to be stuck in traffic with no heat.   3.     But while I was sitting in my very frigid car, staring at a endless line of traffic, it brought to light another important truth about overcoming disappointment… ·        There's a big difference between being cold and being left out in the cold.     ·        The first is simply an unpleasant circumstance of life. The second is a distressing place in life.     4.      In the same way, there's a big difference in being disappointed with a temporary situation of life and being disappointed with life in general.   ·        Most disappointments we encounter are nothing more than temporary unpleasant interludes between other normal events.   ·        But problems arise when we allow the occasional let downs of life to create a fatalistic attitude towards life.     5.     I've discovered the most effective way to avoid this pitfall is to maintain a posture of gratitude while you're in a disappointment.   6.     Shivering in the car that morning, my choices were very simple. Either complain and grumble or be thankful and humble.   ·        I chose to wrap my mind in a warm blanket of gratitude. ·        I decided to focus on the long list of things I was thankful for.     7.      Of course, I didn't relish sitting in a cold car during a two hour traffic jam. ·        But, I couldn't change it. ·        And, honestly, the situation could have been much worse.   8.     So I began to recite (out loud) all I was grateful for. ·        Things like warm clothes, warm socks and boots, ·        a full tank of gas, ·        a semi-hot cup of coffee, ·        good health, ·        money in the bank, ·        friends and family who loved me, ·        and so on and so on.    9.     As I focused more and more on the good, my stress began to dissipate. ·        I became less focused on what was trying to steal my joy and more centered on what would revive it.     10. I believe when we form the habit of looking for the good in the “not so good” we actually Teach our Minds to be Joyful.          Closing   1.    I'm not suggesting we should never admit or feel Disappointment.   2.    It's part of life because ….   a.      We live in a fallen world full of fallen people doing fallen things.   3.    But I am suggesting that we use the Plastic Donkey's of life as a reminder…   To Keep it in Perspective, To Keep Giving our Best and To Keep Looking for the Good.   4.    When we do so… we Keep our hearts and minds positioned to KEEP our JOY (during the holidays and throughout the year).       All content is copyrighted by Tawana Lowery and Women World Leaders and cannot be used without express written consent

Join Susie and Gyles as they unravel the origins and evolution of the captivating language that defined the 1920s and 1930s, from the slang of flappers to the colloquial expressions born out of economic turmoil. Discover the hidden stories behind the words that shaped an era, as we delve deep into the fascinating etymology of this transformative period in language history. We love hearing from you, find us @SomethingRhymes on Twitter and Facebook, @SomethingRhymesWith on Instagram or you can email us on our NEW email address here: purplepeople@somethingrhymes.com Want even more purple, people? Join the Purple Plus Club by clicking the banner in Apple podcasts or head to purpleplusclub.com to listen on other platforms' Don't forget that you can join us in person at our upcoming tour, tap the link to find tickets: www.somethingrhymeswithpurple.com  Enjoy Susie's Trio for the week:  Fysigunkus - someone with no curiosity. Turophile - a cheese lover. Dygomy - a second marriage. Gyles' poem this week was 'Unfortunate Coincidence' by Dorothy Parker By the time you swear you're his,      Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is      Infinite, undying— Lady, make a note of this:      One of you is lying. A Sony Music Entertainment production.   Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts     To bring your brand to life in this podcast, email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Dr. Seager discusses science and best-practices with cold immersions for supporting hormonal health. Sponsored: Support your Workout Sessions and Healthy Hydration with this Creatine Electrolyte Combo by MYOXCIENCE: bit.ly/electrolyte-stix Save 12% with code podcast at checkout Save $350 off an amazing Cold Water Immersion tank with code HIH350: morozkoforge.com Show Notes:   2:25 Surprise is a basic human emotion that opens all your senses. Surprise updates your belief systems. 03:20 Complete freedom from stress is death. Stress is part of what makes us alive. There is a systemic beneficial response. 03:40 Thermal contrast is used to measure physiologic responses to stress. Adapting to this kind of stress is a measure of your resilience. 04:40 It is your beliefs about stress being harmful that cause harm to your health. 05:00 Our ancestors lived in discomfort and sought comfort. We should be seeking discomfort. Intentional discomfort with recovery makes us more resilient. 07:10 Water cold as 60 degrees will help your metabolism. Psychological resilience begins at water about 39 degrees. 09:50 HRV improves with cold exposure. Your heart rate should expand or contract to adjust to the demands of your body. HRV is a physiologic measure of your psychological resilience. It makes your heart more resilient. 11:30 Ice cold water exposure activates thermogenesis, the autonomic nervous system, and production of neurotransmitters and hormones that your body needs when your fight/flight system is on high alert. 13:10 When you come out of the ice water, you feel like superman. 14:30 Autonomic conflict theory: You will gasp. Gasp reflex activates fight/flight, increases your heart rate. If you cannot calm your breath, you may hyperventilate. A countervailing reflex is the dive reflex where you automatically shut down your breath and metabolism goes into conservation mode. It conserves oxygen and builds up carbon dioxide and slows your metabolism. 61:10 Your heart rate goes up In an ice water bath, and your liver releases glycogen into your bloodstream to fuel your muscles. 16:30 Tipton's hypothesis is that if you are subject to both the gasp and the dive at the same time, it will create an autonomic conflict that may cause your heart to skip a beat. It is potentially an issue with people with arrythmia. However, there are no documented cases of heart arrythmia and cold emersion causing issues. 17:25 Contraindications of cold exposure: drowning, hyperventilation, and breath hold. Hyperventilation purges the carbon dioxide from your system and can shut down the receptors that give you the urge to breathe. 18:40 Go feet first. Bathe sober. Breathe continuously. 20:25 Primary Raynaud is a complex extreme over reaction to cold. It is partly physiological and part psychological. In general, cold induces vasal restriction. To protect your core, your body changes the circulation of your blood, shutting off circulation to your fingers, toes, and limbs. It reduces heat extraction.  Secondary Raynaud is a vascular disorder caused by some other disease. 22:10 Anxiety makes a Raynaud response worse, which makes the anxiety worse. 22:25 Exposure therapy has been a successful method for overcoming primary Raynaud. 28:40 You can micro dose cold exposure. The first 15 seconds bring on an autonomic response, fight/flight. Consistency is important. 32:14 Tom brought down his PSA to 0.8 with keto and more consistent ice baths. 32:40 Testosterone goes up when a cold bath is done before exercise. Do not ice bath for recovery if you are trying to build muscle mass. 36:00 Precool (cold exposure) before exercise for peak muscle power, endurance. Precooling protects mitochondria. Testosterone response goes way up. 36:55 Cold stimulation in women raises saliva testosterone. Testosterone is the dominant sex hormone in women, but not to the same levels as men. Testosterone is important for women at all ages. Menopausal women who experience a testosterone deficiency have no FDA approved treatments. 42:40 Brown fat is an essential organ. 30% of babies' weight is brown fat. 43:40 Without regular cold exposure, you will lose all your brown fat. By age 40, 95% of Americans have 0 detectable brown fat. 43:55 Metabolic disorders are associated with a lack of brown fat. It is a secretory organ. It makes hormones. It makes more thyroid stimulating hormone than any other thing in your body.  Thyroid and brown fat work together. If your brown fat has dissipated, there is nothing to modulate thyroid activity.  Hyper or hypothyroidism is common in people with no brown fat. 44:40 Cold exposure is a potential remedy for thyroid disorder that does not require a lifetime of RX meds. 45:00 Beiging white fat, recruits more brown fat into your body. Brown fat produces neuroprotective hormones for your brain, thyroid stimulating hormone, and it will modulate your metabolism to bring it back to order. 46:55 Everyone's body is evolutionarily designed to expect cold exposure, exercise, and certain nutrition. 48:25 People who live in thermal neutral environments generally have a higher rate of adiposity. 49:00 Cold exposure burns fat and calories when you are in it, but your body compensates for the caloric deficit after.  50:10 Cold exposure remodels your fat. It changes visceral fat into subcutaneous fat. Subcutaneous fat can be benign. Visceral fat (pot belly fat) can kill you. 50:40 Electrical impedance meter is not calibrated for brown fat. Don't worry about absolute numbers. 54:40 Eleven minutes a week is enough time to keep brown fat working. 59:44 Ice bath can provide the emotional arousal needed to consolidate short-term memory into vivid long-term memory. 01:00:40 Shivering can be for thermogenesis, and it can be for nervous system release. Your nervous system can release trauma via trembling. PTSD is unresolved stress. Trauma is when stress has no release or resolution. 01:06:55When buying an ice bath: What is its temperature? Is it grounded? The tub must be electrically connected to the earth. What kind of water treatment does it have? Ozone is the most powerful water disinfectant for cold water. 01:10:40 Tom adds Epsom salt, potassium sulfate, zinc sulfate, and he does not shower after. Magnesium is stored in your bones, not your blood. Keep chloride out of your ice bath.

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Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD) is a degenerative disease that can affect your dog's spinal cord and causes a range of painful mobility issues. What is IVDD? Intervertebral disk disease (IVDD) in dogs can also be described as a ruptured, slipped, bulging or herniated disk. This condition is most commonly seen in beagles, dachshunds, Pekingese, Shih Tzus, basset hounds, or American cocker spaniels but may occur in dogs of any breed.  What causes IVDD in dogs? Intervertebral Disc Disease is an age-related, gradual degenerative process that affects the spinal cord of the dog over a period of time, often undetected. Even with yearly wellness exams, your vet may not detect any signs of IVDD until your dog's hardened disc or discs become ruptured and painful symptoms become evident. Something as every day as a jump up onto the sofa could damage a disc that has been weakened by IVDD, and trigger acute and painful symptoms of the disease. IVDD occurs when the shock-absorbing discs between your dog's vertebrae gradually begin to harden until they are unable to cushion the vertebrae properly. The hardened discs will typically go on to bulge and compress the spinal cord, often damaging the dog's nerve impulses such as those that control bladder and bowel control. In other cases, a simple jump or poor landing can lead one or more of the hardened discs to burst and press into the nerves of the dog's spinal cord causing pain, possible nerve damage or even paralysis. What are the symptoms of IVDD in dogs? Intervertebral Disc Disease can occur in any of the discs in your dog's spine and symptoms of this condition will depend upon which part of the spine is affected, and how severe the damage is. Symptoms of IVDD may also appear suddenly or come on gradually. If your dog is displaying any of the following symptoms seek veterinary care as soon as possible. IVDD can be very painful for dogs and early treatment is essential for preventing the condition from becoming more severe or causing irreversible damage to your dog's spine.  Symptoms of Neck Intervertebral Disc Disease (Cervical IVDD) Cervical IVDD occurs in the discs of the dog's neck. If you may notice one or more of the following symptoms, which can affect the whole body and range from mild to very severe contact your vet for immediate advice, or visit your closest animal emergency hospital for veterinary care: Head held low Arching back  Shivering or crying Reluctance to move Unsteadiness in all 4 legs Inability to walk normally Knuckling of all 4 paws Inability to support own weight Inability to stand Inability to feel all 4 feet and legs Symptoms of Back Intervertebral Disc Disease (Thoracolumbar IVDD) Dogs with Thoracolumbar IVDD have a damaged disc causing issues in their back region and may display one or more of the following symptoms. Symptoms of Thoracolumbar IVDD mainly affect the mid to back portion of the dog's body and can range from mild to very severe: Muscle spasms Tense belly  Weakness in hind legs Crossing back legs when walking Inability to walk normally Knuckling of back paws, or dragging rear legs Inability to support their own weight Unable to move or feel back legs Symptoms of Lower-Back Intervertebral Disc Disease (Lumbosacral IVDD) If your dog is suffering from lumbosacral IVDD the problematic disc or discs are located in your dog's lower back region. Symptoms of lumbosacral IVDD typically affect the very back of the dog's body and may range from mild to very severe: Pain and/or difficulty jumping Limp tail Urinary or fecal incontinence Dilated anus How is IVDD diagnosed in dogs? If your dog begins showing any of the above symptoms immediate veterinary care is required. Tests for diagnosing Intervertebral Disc Disease typically include standard x-rays, a neurological exam, and/or MRI to help locate the disc or discs causing your dog's symptoms. What is the treatment for IVDD? The diagnosis and treatment for Intervertebral Disc Disease needs to begin as early as possible in order to achieve good treatment outcomes. That's why we recommend taking your dog to the vet for a full examination if you spot signs of IVDD in your dog. Delays in treatment could lead to irreversible damage. Anti-Inflammatory Medications If your dog is diagnosed with a mild to moderate IVDD injury, treatment may include steroid and anti-inflammatory medications to help reduce pain and swelling, combined with strictly reduced activity for approximately 4 -6 weeks Surgery Surgery is typically recommended for dogs suffering from more severe cases of Intervertebral Disc Disease where rest and medication are not sufficient to reduce pain and other symptoms. During surgery, your dog's veterinary surgeon will remove the hardened disc material which is pressing on your dog's spinal cord and causing the IVDD symptoms. Surgery outcomes are most successful in dogs that have not lost their ability to walk. If your dog's surgery is not successful in returning your pet to normal mobility, a dog wheelchair can help your pup to enjoy a happy and active life while living with Intervertebral Disc Disease. Recovery from IVDD surgery requires 6 - 8 weeks of restricted activity. Running, climbing stairs, playing with other dogs, or jumping on furniture need to be prevented in order to avoid further damage as your dog's spine heals. Physical Therapy Following surgery, your vet may also recommend physical therapy for your dog in order to work on muscle strengthening and to help get your pet moving comfortably again.

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What's with all these people taking cold showers all of a sudden, and do you need to do it, too? Hey if you're a cold-shower-taker, more power to you! But for those who are simply cold-shower-curious, I gotcha. Luckily for all of you, I did some learning about this in 2016-2017 and there are some […]

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Overview: In spirit of the New Year, Smitty and OB dive right into Fat Loss. One of the most talked about topics in regards to health and fitness. However, today we attempt to pull back the curtain on some of the myths, misconceptions, and poor recommendations made around fat loss.  We discuss why some people overeat but don't gain fat, and why some people barely over eat and seem to gain rapidly. We also discuss two tools that are very rarely talked about, yet yield a very high result in regards to fat loss. In our goal to give you some useful tools, Smitty lays out a very simple and practical five step method to understand your energy needs.   RONIN DAILY CHECKLIST: https://becoming-ronin.s3.amazonaws.com/RONIN-CHALLENGE-DAILY.pdf   PREMIUM VERSION: https://marketplace.trainheroic.com/workout-plan/program/oberther-program-1672327094?attrib=563565-lt   Timestamps: [0:00] Intro [1:36] Becoming Ronin Challenge Updates [6:35] Clearing Up Confusion About Fat Loss [9:44] Non Exercise Adaptive Thermogenesis (NEAT) [11:45] What are the Benefits of Shivering (Huberman) [22:17] What Exercise Intensity Is Best For Fat Loss [40:04] The Five Step Method to Determine Your Energy Needs [52:14] Chewing and Digestion [55:19] Practicing a Regular Sleep Schedule   Order LMNT! (The Cleanest Sports Drink on the Market) http://elementallabs.refr.cc/brianoberther   Connect with us! Instagram  (OB) https://www.instagram.com/oberther/ (Smitty) https://www.instagram.com/smittydiesel/   EXTRAS Team Forever Strong: Https://trainheroic.com/foreverstrong Instagram  (OB) https://www.instagram.com/oberther/ www.infinityithaca.com (Smitty) https://www.instagram.com/smittydiesel/ www.dieselsc.com Get $150 off the premier cold plunge tank at: https://plunge.pxf.io/qnXvLN

I describe mechanisms by which deliberate cold exposure can enhance mental health, physical health, and performance. I detail specific protocols to safely engage in deliberate cold exposure, including minimal exposure times, time-of-day effects, determining optimal temperatures, recovery, mindset, and movement during cold exposure. I discuss how cold exposure can be used to safely stress the body to improve attention, mood, and cognitive focus and boost metabolism and reduce inflammation. Also, I explain how cold exposure on specific regions of the body (called glabrous skin surfaces) can be leveraged to enhance endurance and weight training and increase work output. Thank you to our sponsors AG1 (Athletic Greens): https://athleticgreens.com/huberman ROKA: https://roka.com - use code "huberman" Helix Sleep: https://helixsleep.com/huberman See Andrew Huberman Live: The Brain Body Contract Tuesday, May 17th: Seattle, WA Wednesday, May 18th: Portland, OR https://hubermanlab.com/tour Our Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/andrewhuberman Supplements from Thorne https://www.thorne.com/u/huberman For the full show notes, visit hubermanlab.com. Timestamps (00:00:00) Deliberate Cold Exposure, Health Warning (00:04:23) Tool: Moderate Exercise & Cognitive Work (00:10:47) The Brain-Body Contract (00:11:32) AG1 (Athletic Greens), ROKA, Helix Sleep (00:15:37) Circadian Rhythm & Body Temperature (00:18:41) Tool: Quickly Decrease Core Body Temperature, Glabrous Skin (00:25:26) Mental Effects of Cold Exposure (00:29:02) Physical Effects of Cold Exposure (00:30:11) How Cold Should the Temperature Be? (00:34:53) Cold Showers vs. Cold Water Immersion (00:38:27) Protocols for Cold Exposure (00:50:57) Optimal Mindset(s) During Cold Exposure (00:55:26) Tool: Using Movement During Cold Exposure (00:57:51) Optimal Frequency of Cold Exposure (01:00:22) Cold Exposure for Dopamine, Mood & Focus (01:12:55) Cold Exposure & Metabolism, Brown Fat (01:25:55) Tool: Caffeine, Dopamine & Cold Exposure (01:29:14) Tools: Increasing Metabolism w/Cold – The Søberg Principle, Shivering (01:34:15) Norepinephrine & Fat Cells (01:36:22) Cold, Physical Performance, Inflammation (01:47:36) Hyperthermia & Glabrous Skin Cooling (01:53:27) Tool: Palmar Cooling & Endurance (02:03:18) Cold Exposure to Groin, Increasing Testosterone (02:07:50) Tool: Optimal Timing for Daily Cold Exposure (02:11:16) Neural Network Newsletter, Zero-Cost Support, YouTube Feedback, Spotify Reviews, Apple Reviews, Sponsors, Patreon, Thorne, Instagram, Twitter Title Card Photo Credit: Mike Blabac Disclaimer: The Huberman Lab Podcast is for general informational purposes only and does not constitute the practice of medicine, nursing or other professional health care services, including the giving of medical advice, and no doctor/patient relationship is formed. The use of information on this podcast or materials linked from this podcast is at the user's own risk. The content of this podcast is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Users should not disregard or delay in obtaining medical advice for any medical condition they may have and should seek the assistance of their health care professionals for any such conditions.