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Movie of the Year: 2006Slither The Slither Podcast Brings Body Horror to the 2006 BracketThe Slither podcast episode unleashes the first true horror movie on our Movie of the Year 2006 bracket. After opening the season with Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story, the Taste Buds trade metafiction for meteorites. Consequently, things get slimy fast. Ryan, Mike, and Greg welcome producer and festival programmer Drea Clark to dig into James Gunn's gleefully gross directorial debut. Together, the panel asks whether a movie full of alien slugs deserves a deep run in the bracket. Above all, they ask whether Slither has more on its mind than exploding deer and tentacled husbands.About the FilmSlither is a 2006 science fiction horror comedy written and directed by James Gunn. A meteorite crashes outside the small town of Wheelsy, South Carolina, carrying an alien parasite. The parasite infects wealthy local Grant Grant, played with squirming brilliance by Michael Rooker. Soon, Grant transforms into a tentacled monster, and slug-like creatures spread through the town. Meanwhile, police chief Bill Pardy (Nathan Fillion) and Grant's wife Starla (Elizabeth Banks) try to stop the invasion.Universal released the film on March 31, 2006. Notably, it flopped at the box office, grossing under $13 million against a $15 million budget. However, critics largely embraced it. Roger Ebert praised its Troma-loving spirit in his RogerEbert.com review, and the film became a cult favorite on home video. In addition, it launched the directing career that eventually gave us Guardians of the Galaxy and the new DC Universe.Guest Panelist: Drea ClarkThis week the Taste Buds welcome Drea Clark, a true film industry polymath. Drea co-hosts Maximum Film! on the Maximum Fun network, the long-running movie podcast she shares with film critic Alonso Duralde. Furthermore, her credentials behind the scenes run deep. She has served on the Sundance Film Festival programming team, led narrative feature programming at Slamdance for over a decade, spent ten years with the LA Film Festival, and curated Geena Davis's Bentonville Film Festival. As a producer, her features include The Last Time You Had Fun, Lake Los Angeles, and No Light and No Land Anywhere, the latter executive produced by Miranda July. In short, few guests are better equipped to judge a scrappy genre debut from a first time director.James Gunn as a First-Time FilmmakerBefore Slither, James Gunn was a writer with a strange resume. He cut his teeth at Troma on Tromeo and Juliet, then wrote the live action Scooby-Doo movies and the 2004 Dawn of the Dead remake. Consequently, Slither arrived as his first chance to direct his own material. The panel debates what the film reveals about Gunn as a filmmaker. Specifically, they trace the DNA that later shows up in Guardians of the Galaxy, The Suicide Squad, and Superman. The needle drops, the found family of misfits, and the sincere heart under the gross-out gags all start here. Moreover, Drea brings a programmer's eye to the question of how debut features signal a career to come.Sex and Violence on the Slither 2006 PodcastSlither earns its R rating with enthusiasm. The Taste Buds tackle how the film weaponizes both sex and violence, often in the same scene. Grant's infection plays like a grotesque infidelity story, and the alien's reproductive plans push body horror into genuinely uncomfortable territory. However, the violence stays cartoonish enough to keep the comedy alive. The panel asks where Gunn draws that line, and whether the bathtub scene, the barn scene, and that infamous bursting body still shock today. Ultimately, the conversation lands on a bigger question. Does the film use its excess for a purpose, or is the excess the point?Is Slither an Allegory?Every great monster movie smuggles in a meaning, or so the theory goes. Therefore, the panel puts Slither on the couch. Is the film an allegory for toxic marriage, with Grant's transformation literalizing a controlling husband? Is it about small town conformity, as a hive mind absorbs an entire community? By contrast, maybe Gunn simply loves slugs and explosions, and the search for subtext misses the joke. Drea, Ryan, Mike, and Greg each stake out a position. Nevertheless, the debate keeps circling back to Starla, whose arc gives the film its surprising emotional weight.TriviaNo Movie of the Year episode is complete without Trivia. This week's round digs into Slither's production and its B-movie family tree. Expect questions about the practical effects, the casting, and the film's connections to Troma legend Lloyd Kaufman, who cameos in the movie. Additionally, the segment tests whether the panel can untangle Slither from the movies it lovingly rips off, including Night of the Creeps and Shivers. Play along and see if you can outscore the Taste Buds.Dream Blunt RotationNew season, new games. In Dream Blunt Rotation, the panel assembles the ultimate smoke circle from the world of Slither. Which characters make the cut, and which get left outside the garage? Mayor Jack MacReady seems like a chaotic invite, while Bill Pardy might be the chillest hang in Wheelsy. Meanwhile, the conversation drifts toward the cast and crew themselves. Listen to find out who earns a spot in the rotation and whose vibes get vetoed.Awards and RecommendationsThe episode closes with Awards and Recommendations, the segment where the Taste Buds hand out honors to the film's cast, crew, and creatures. Nominees this week range from Michael Rooker's fearless physical performance to the effects team behind the slugs. As a result, expect passionate cases and at least one baffling pick. The winners stay a surprise, so you will have to listen for the results. Afterward, the panel shares recommendations for what to watch next if Slither leaves you hungry for more horror comedy.Why Slither Still MattersTwenty years later, Slither looks like a turning point hiding in plain sight. It kept practical creature effects alive at a moment when Hollywood was abandoning them. Furthermore, it proved that horror comedy could carry real emotion, a balance Gunn has chased ever since. The film's box office failure also tells a story about 2006 itself, a year when audiences ignored a future superstar director. In practice, the Slither podcast episode asks the question this whole season exists to answer. Does cult status and influence make a movie a contender for the best film of 2006? Listen and judge for yourself.Related Episodes from Movie of the Year: 2006Movie of the Year: 2006 — Intro, Part 1Movies of 2006: The Bracket RevealTristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull StoryAll Movie of the Year episodesFAQ: Slither Podcast and FilmWhat is this episode of the Slither podcast about?Ryan, Mike, and Greg debate whether James Gunn's Slither deserves to advance in the Movie of the Year 2006 bracket. Guest panelist Drea Clark joins to discuss Gunn's debut, the film's sex and violence, and its possible allegories.What is Slither (2006) about?An alien parasite crash-lands near the small town of Wheelsy, South Carolina, and infects a wealthy local named Grant Grant. He mutates into a tentacled monster while slug-like creatures take over the town. A police chief and Grant's wife fight to stop the invasion.Who directed Slither?James Gunn wrote and directed Slither as his feature directorial debut. He later directed the Guardians of the Galaxy trilogy and now co-runs DC Studios.Who stars in Slither?The cast includes Nathan Fillion, Elizabeth Banks, Michael Rooker, Gregg Henry, and Tania Saulnier, with a small role for Jenna Fischer. Full credits are on IMDb.More Questions from the Slither 2006 PodcastWas Slither a box office success?No. The film grossed under $13 million against a $15 million budget. However, strong reviews and home video sales turned it into a cult classic.Is Slither a remake?No, but it wears its influences proudly. Gunn openly drew on Night of the Creeps, Shivers, The Blob, and the Troma catalog, where he started his career.Who is the guest on this episode?Drea Clark, producer, festival programmer, and co-host of the Maximum Film! podcast on Maximum Fun.Why does Slither still matter?It launched James Gunn's directing career, championed practical effects, and perfected the horror comedy tone that countless films have imitated since. The Slither podcast episode makes the full case.

In this high-impact interview, Tyrus Shivers, founder of Legacy Wealth Capital Group, breaks down the exact architecture needed to turn a struggling small business into a scalable, investable asset. Shivers, a military veteran who has helped raise over $300M, reveals why 90% of small businesses fail to sell and how founders can engineer a "predictable exit."

Ariel and the Tramp talk about our unique dynamics and the new experiences we've come across within the lifestyle so far.  Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

On the outside, the Shivers were the "perfect" Southern family: an Auburn football player, a pageant queen, and a multi-million dollar mansion. But behind closed doors, a contentious divorce and an international love triangle were simmering. Chanley Painter is joined by Vinnie Politan (host of Vinnie Politan Investigates) to examine the digital trail that changed everything. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Ariel and the Tramp talk about communication vs transparency and why it quickly becomes critical at all levels in an ethically monogamous relationship.  Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

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Men online love to talk a big game about their standards and preferences when it comes to whom they will engage with sexually. But from hosting hundreds of lifestyle events, we can tell you that most of those standards go RIGHT out the window when these guys are interacting with women in-person. So it begs the question, why are women so concerned about male validation if it's all BS anyway? Get your peptides DIRECT with no consultation call! Use code FPS to get 10% off at https://shop.revitaglowmeds.com Schedule your FREE consultation call to discuss your wellness needs at https://revitaglowmeds.com Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Get 15% off your first Shivers gummies order with code FPS at https://shivers.store Try Kasidie FREE for a month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com  

Meet Ariel, who will be jumping in as an additional co-host while Jay and Elle have their west coast adventures. Today we deep dive into polyamory and discover more swingers practice versions of it than we think.Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

Most business owners think raising capital is out of reach. Tyrus Shivers, co-founder of Legacy Wealth Capital Group and former U.S. Air Force signals intelligence analyst, joins host Alex Perny to explain exactly how founders and business owners can access the capital they need legally, strategically, and without giving away the store.Tyrus shares the frameworks he uses every day to guide business owners from cash flow struggles to structured capital raises, using JOBS Act exemptions such as Reg CF, Reg D 506(c), and Reg A. Whether you're a startup founder or a business generating $500,000 in revenue and ready to scale, this episode gives you a clear picture of what it actually takes to raise capital the right way.

As attendees of MANY events over the years, we've seen it all when it comes to group play. And while some of it has clearly been fun and consensual for all, other instances had us questioning if group play rooms are the "perfect" place for predatory behavior...  Let's schedule your free peptide and hormone call today at https://revitaglowmeds.com Get 15% off your first order of Shivers gummies with code FPS at https://shivers.store Try Kasidie FREE for a month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com  

Most real estate agents are struggling to stand out, but Keegan Shivers cracked the code with one simple shift: authentic storytelling that builds trust and skyrockets visibility. In just six months, Keegan grew his social media following from zero to over 400,000—without a single deal last year, until social media turned him into a trusted industry voice and a deal-maker. Discover how Keegan's bold approach to personal branding transformed his business—and how you can do the same. We break down the power of documenting your journey, sharing real pain points, and creating relatable content that turns followers into clients. You'll learn the four questions Keegan uses to align his content with his goals, the importance of authenticity over perfection, and how to leverage AI tools without losing your unique voice. We also explore the crucial metrics for growth—retention, saves, shares, and conversions—and how to test and refine your content based on real data. Keegan reveals why documenting your struggles, not just your wins, is your fastest route to trust and authority. Plus, the importance of clarity: defining your personal brand and end goal before creating a single post. This episode is perfect for any entrepreneur, real estate pro, or creator feeling stuck or overwhelmed by social media. Whether you're just starting out or looking to elevate your existing brand, Keegan's insights will inspire you to take immediate action, simplify your content process, and start building a business that's seen, trusted, and scaled! Links: Follow Keegan Shivers on Instagram Follow Sara Denig on Instagram Follow Christina Leavenworth on Instagram Follow Aaron Amuchastegui on Instagram Get Hundreds of FREE Real Estate Tools From the Toolbox

Today we have a very fun interview with Rodney and Harley - I couple that have had their fair share of ups and downs in the lifestyle. Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

What really happened in the castle.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Once upon a time;A merchant lived in a forest. His only daughter, Kristiana, had been a nursemaid to a wealthy family until the children became of age and the family no longer needed her services. Deciding to take some time for herself, she returned to live with her father.One morning, before he left for the market, he said to her, “Kristiana, if you could have one thing that would make you happy, what would it be?”“Finally being here with you makes me happy. I need nothing more.” Kristiana hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she waved as he mounted his horse and headed off toward town.His mind still troubled him on his journey. He wanted to get something special for his daughter, but he no longer knew what she liked. And she hadn’t been much help with answers herself.She’d grown into such a beautiful woman while she’d been away. She was at least five-foot-five now, her brunette hair cascading down her back in soft waves. He remembered her mother pulling it back into pigtails not too long ago. And then Kristiana had hid it all twisted up on her head under a cap when she’d left to work for that family.That was all before his lovely wife had passed away after the terrible accident. No one had known where the beastly dogs had come from. Mariel had been tending the garden out back when they’d run out of the woods and attacked her in broad daylight.If only he’d been home at the time;He sniffed and urged his horse on. Throughout the morning as he gathered the items on his list, he focused on Kristiana. On the present. And he kept an eye out for her gift, but nothing seemed right.When he had finished his business, the merchant set off for home. The day had grown long, and the sun was already setting behind the trees of the woods. The wind grew colder, whipping his jacket about. With one hand, he struggled to hold onto the reins of the horse, his other hand clutching the satchel of merchandise tightly against his body.The sky darkened, and soon rain pelted down, soaking through his clothes. A streak of lightning spooked the horse, and then they were racing through the trees, wispy branches stinging his cheeks. Once the horse had calmed down, the merchant paused and glanced around. But under the thick cover of leaves over him, he couldn’t see the moon or tell which way to go. His only hope was that they could find some shelter and wait out the storm. His hope dwindled, though, as he led the horse among the maze of trees. He was completely lost, even in the woods he’d known most of his life.Dalemond’s Castle.Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a dull light shining off to his right, and steered the horse toward it. As he drew near, he saw that the light belonged to a building. An inn!Lightning lit up the sky, and the merchant gasped, tightening his grip on the reins as the horse reared up. The inn was actually a massive castle!Stone walls stretched out in either direction beyond a looming gate, and towers disappeared into the night sky above him. No lights were burning in any of the windows, but a lantern swung on a post over the front door.Sliding down from his horse, the merchant pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. The horse whinnied at another crack of lightning, but it followed behind, pawing at the ground when he tied off the reins on a metal loop in the castle wall.When he reached the door, he saw that it was open. Though he shouted, no one came to greet him. Gathering his courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the front hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. He lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so after eyeing the food and listening to his growling stomach, the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.His hunger satisfied, curiosity now plagued him. Why had no one met him at the door? Who had lit the lantern? Who had prepared the meal? He called again for any acknowledgement of his arrival. Upon receiving none, he ventured through the main room. At the far end was a grand staircase. He ascended, in awe of the paintings in elaborate gold frames adorning the walls.From the landing, a corridor led off in either direction with several closed doors on each side. However, the first door on his left was open. A fire crackled in a massive stone fireplace that was taller than he was. Directly across from it sat a four-poster bed piled high with blankets and pillows.It was now late, and he could not resist the invitation before him once again. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, someone had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was no one in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the courtyard where he had left his horse. To his continual surprise, his horse was no longer tethered to the castle wall but grazing beneath a tree in the sunshine.Next to the tree were several rose bushes. Dotting the green leaves, glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain, were the largest red flowers he’d ever seen in full bloom.Thinking of his parting question to his daughter, he whispered, “It’s perfect!” And then he carefully plucked a dewy rose from its bed.No sooner had he reached for the horse’s reins than a man sprang up from behind the rose garden. He wore a dark jacket over his tunic and pants that all looked of the finest material. His thick mane of hair was mostly gray with subtle streaks of blond, and it flowed down to his shoulders. But his brown eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with fire; his mouth was curled into a snarl. His wide shoulders towered over the merchant, and his large hands reached out to him.“Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, fed you from my table, and gave you a bed to sleep in! But now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers!”“Forgive me! Please, do not kill me! I’ll do anything you say! The rose wasn’t for me but for my daughter, Kristiana. I wanted to bring her a special present from my journey.”“I care not why you stole from me.” The man whistled, and two large dogs, drooling and growling, appeared from around the side of the castle. “I shall put you to death for this slight!”Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the beast of a man. “Those dogs! They were your dogs?”“What nonsense do you speak, thief?”“Your dogs killed my wife!” The merchant wanted to scream in anger, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper. “They attacked her in our garden. Thankfully, our only child was gone and did not witness it. I returned too late to save my wife, but I saw the dogs before they disappeared into the woods again. All these years;”The man dropped the paw of a hand he had clamped on the distraught merchant, but his voice remained a deep growl. “I shall spare your life, but on one condition. Bring me your daughter! I will not harm her, but she will remain a servant in my castle.”The merchant’s heart leapt with joy at his own fortune. But then he felt his stomach twist with terror. He’d have to trade his life for his daughter’s! They would both still be alive, but; No, she would never forgive him for leaving her alone in the world if he did not obey.With his head hung low, the merchant nodded. “So be it. I will send my daughter to you.”“Take the rose. Have her bring it back so that I know it is her. Follow the path south until you get to a clearing, and then head west. This will lead you home.” And then the beast of a man disappeared around the side of the castle with the dogs.The journey home seemed shorter than he’d expected. After settling the horse in the barn, he trudged up to the house, his shoulders heavy.Kristiana rushed out to meet him. “Father! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”He fell into his daughter’s arms, holding her to him, trying to remember how his grown little girl felt one last time. Then he ushered her into the house and proceeded to tell her of the events of the previous night and this morning.When he’d finished, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the rose.“I’d do anything for you!” Kristiana hugged her father. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your promise. I will be fine. We will both return to the castle once you have rested.”“I fear what will happen to you. He promised not to harm you, but he said you would be his servant. I pray that he will be kind to you, at least. I will always love you, Kristiana, no matter what.”The merchant refrained from telling her what he had learned about the dogs. She need not distress over what she did not know and could not change.Prince Dalemond paced the Great Hall, growling out his frustration. Would the old man honor his promise? He should have killed him and been done with it. That was how his own father would have handled a thief. Whether a loaf of bread, a bag of coins, or a rose off a bush, stealing was stealing.But the knowledge that his precious dogs had killed the man’s wife, had left his only daughter without a mother; It reminded him of his own loneliness. He had let his emotions overpower justice, and he’d caved in. At least he would have a servant in the house now.He heard horses approaching, and then the squeal of the gate. He stepped into the shadows, waiting. There were voices outside, and then the pounding of the heavy knocker on the door.“Enter!” His voice bellowed and echoed through the empty hall.The wooden door slowly groaned open on its ancient hinges. By the day’s dying light creeping through the open doorway, he saw the merchant step inside. A young woman in a dark, green, hooded cloak followed. She carried the red rose from his garden.“You, Sir, have fulfilled your promise. You may leave us.”The woman hugged her father without any tears, and then the merchant hustled out the door.Prince Dalemond watched her from the shadows, the candlelight from the wall sconces bathing her in a soft glow. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He’d never seen anyone so lovely.Her dark brown hair hung in long ringlets on either side of her face. The color of her cloak emphasized the green of her hazel eyes as she slowly took in her surroundings. When she lifted her hand to push back the hood, her arm moved the edge of the cloak aside.He gasped at the tight bodice of her cream-colored gown; at the swell of her breasts rising above the confines of the low neckline.She was truly a beauty.Something clenched in his gut, and he knew he would not be keeping her for a servant as he had planned. He did not want to tarnish one inch of her ivory complexion, flawless except for her cheeks tinged pink from her journey. He had not anticipated such a prize as her.He stepped out of his hiding place. When the candlelight flooded over him, he heard her gasp. “Welcome to my home, Kristiana. You are my guest. Please, may I take your cloak?”Kristiana took a step back, clutching one hand at the clasp at her throat. She stared for a moment, looking him over. She swallowed and then lifted her chin up, keeping her gaze from his. “How shall I address you, Sir?”“My name is Price Dalemond. ‘Your Highness’ will suffice.” He reached out and took her petite hand in his large one. She was shaking, and he gently squeezed her slender fingers. He raised her hand to his lips and placed the lightest kiss across her knuckles. He refrained from closing his eyes and sighing at the lavender scent of her soft skin.“Well, Your Highness, you say I am a guest, but we both know that I am a prisoner.” Kristiana pulled free from his grasp and squared her shoulders. “If you would so kindly show me to my chamber, I would like to retire for the evening.”She may have been a beauty, but he had never seen such hostility. Especially after he had extended his generosity to both her and her father. She was just as ungrateful as he had been. She should be happy to have her father still alive!With a low growl, he spun around and marched toward the grand staircase. He had prepared a room down the North Hall hear his own chambers. But now; now he led her down to the last room in the South Hall. The furthest room from the only other person in the entire castle. If she felt like a prisoner, he would treat her like one.Once they’d reached her new chamber, she waited until he opened the door, and then she entered with a minute tip of her chin. The room was dark and the air frigid. As angry as he was, he knew he could not leave her to freeze to death. Even his dogs deserved a fire on a cold night such as this.She stood just inside the doorway. He stepped past her, feeling the heat of her through the material of his shirt as his arm brushed against hers. Pushing away the resulting rush of desire to have that warmth against the rest of his body, he crossed the chamber in four long strides. After he had lit a fire, he turned back to her.Kristiana had moved to the window and drawn the curtain aside. He suddenly wanted to go to her, to apologize for his gruffness. But then he remembered the way she’d scorned him.“Dinner will be served shortly.” He made sure his tone relayed that it was a command.“I’m not hungry.” She kept her back to him. She stared out the window into the darkness instead.A muscle in his clenched jaw twitched. “Suit yourself!” And then he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.The moment that he was gone, Kristiana collapsed to the floor, her face in her hands. Warm tears wet her already hot cheeks.“I love you, Father! I will stay here to keep your promise, even though I detest the master of the house. I will never be happy here.”She glanced at the door, remembering how the prince had towered at least a foot above her. How her hand had disappeared in his when he’d welcomed her. How while she feared him, something inside drew her to him. And that frightened her even more.Her stomach growled, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting she had lied. She removed her cloak and laid it across the winged armchair by the fire instead. Then she crossed to the four-poster bed, climbing up onto the simple mattress covered by a thin quilt. An even thinner blanket lay folded at the footboard.An derisive grunt escaped when she thought of it. Meager accommodations for the prisoner. What else should she have expected?The pillow was soft, though, when she laid her head down. She watched the fire flickering across the small room, thankful for at least that source of heat. Shivers shook her body, and she hugged her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on top of the quilt. Tears trickled down her cheek again as she thought of her predicament.At some point, she must have drifted off because she felt someone watching her and she sat up with a gasp. But there was no one else there. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and why. She looked around at the fire blazing in the fireplace; her cloak on the chair; the plate of food on the table beside the chair; the blanket lying over her body.She may be alone now, but someone had been in the room. Did she dare hope that it had been Prince Dalemond? Who else could it have been? Father had mentioned there had been no one else in the castle the night before.If it had been her host, why did she even care? He was a brute of a man. Only a monster would demand on killing a man for picking a flower; or imprison a young woman as a hostage in his castle. She would be wise to keep her distance from him. Surely, she could find something to do to while away the days she was being held captive. Because deep down, she just knew he would grow tired of her and this wicked game he was playing. Then he would set her free.Kristiana was halfway across the chamber, no longer able to resist the tray of meats, cheeses, and fruit and the pitcher she hoped contained wine, when the thought occurred to her.What if he did tire of his game; but he left her hidden away, forgetting about her instead of setting her free? She would never see Father again!Fresh tears choked her throat. Somehow, she managed to clean the tray before curling up in the chair. Her eyes felt drowsy from the wine. Pulling her cloak over her, she succumbed to sleep. She dreamed that someone was watching her again. And then a warm body carried her. A disarray of memories followed, mainly of her mother.She woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window, the curtains drawn aside. The fire still burned and a new tray of breads and fruit sat on the table. She stretched, yawning and then froze. She was lying in the bed under layers of thick blankets. It had not been a dream. Someone had carried her there.After a quick breakfast, she washed her face at the basin filled with cool water. When she turned back to the bed, she noticed the wardrobe’s doors were partially ajar. She slowly pulled the doors open all of the way and gasped. Inside hung dresses in a multitude of colors.She couldn’t help wondering why someone so mean he would keep her captive would also show such acts of kindness. 'His Highness’ was an enigma. And a small part of her begged to understand him.Choosing a pale yellow dress, she changed her clothes and brushed out her hair. It was time to explore her prison, such as it was.Prince Dalemond had searched every room but one by noontime. Kristiana was nowhere to be found. He hoped she had not run away. Despite his frustration at her stubbornness last night, he had enjoyed watching her sleep. She had seemed so peaceful. So innocent. Besides, it wasn’t her fault she was here. If her father hadn’t stolen the rose;He grunted and thought of her creamy breasts rising and falling in her sleep. How her lips had parted with a soft sigh when he’d moved her from the chair. How light her small body had felt in his arms. He’d wanted to kiss her but had refrained.Now; now he wanted to scream. Where was she? How dare she hide from him!He pushed open the final door, the door to the library, his breath huffing. And then he froze.Kristiana sat in the window seat, the skirts of her yellow dress pooled around her, a small stack of books beside her. Her head rose with a start, and she dropped the book she’d been reading.For the longest moment, they just stared at each other. Her heavy breathing drew his eyes downward. A low moan escaped as his gut tightened.“Was there something you wanted?”Her quiet voice broke the spell over him. He lifted his eyes to hers again, swallowing his honesty. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It’s time for the noon meal. Care to join me in the Great Hall?”She blinked, opened her mouth,

What really happened in the castle.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Once upon a time;A merchant lived in a forest. His only daughter, Kristiana, had been a nursemaid to a wealthy family until the children became of age and the family no longer needed her services. Deciding to take some time for herself, she returned to live with her father.One morning, before he left for the market, he said to her, “Kristiana, if you could have one thing that would make you happy, what would it be?”“Finally being here with you makes me happy. I need nothing more.” Kristiana hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she waved as he mounted his horse and headed off toward town.His mind still troubled him on his journey. He wanted to get something special for his daughter, but he no longer knew what she liked. And she hadn’t been much help with answers herself.She’d grown into such a beautiful woman while she’d been away. She was at least five-foot-five now, her brunette hair cascading down her back in soft waves. He remembered her mother pulling it back into pigtails not too long ago. And then Kristiana had hid it all twisted up on her head under a cap when she’d left to work for that family.That was all before his lovely wife had passed away after the terrible accident. No one had known where the beastly dogs had come from. Mariel had been tending the garden out back when they’d run out of the woods and attacked her in broad daylight.If only he’d been home at the time;He sniffed and urged his horse on. Throughout the morning as he gathered the items on his list, he focused on Kristiana. On the present. And he kept an eye out for her gift, but nothing seemed right.When he had finished his business, the merchant set off for home. The day had grown long, and the sun was already setting behind the trees of the woods. The wind grew colder, whipping his jacket about. With one hand, he struggled to hold onto the reins of the horse, his other hand clutching the satchel of merchandise tightly against his body.The sky darkened, and soon rain pelted down, soaking through his clothes. A streak of lightning spooked the horse, and then they were racing through the trees, wispy branches stinging his cheeks. Once the horse had calmed down, the merchant paused and glanced around. But under the thick cover of leaves over him, he couldn’t see the moon or tell which way to go. His only hope was that they could find some shelter and wait out the storm. His hope dwindled, though, as he led the horse among the maze of trees. He was completely lost, even in the woods he’d known most of his life.Dalemond’s Castle.Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a dull light shining off to his right, and steered the horse toward it. As he drew near, he saw that the light belonged to a building. An inn!Lightning lit up the sky, and the merchant gasped, tightening his grip on the reins as the horse reared up. The inn was actually a massive castle!Stone walls stretched out in either direction beyond a looming gate, and towers disappeared into the night sky above him. No lights were burning in any of the windows, but a lantern swung on a post over the front door.Sliding down from his horse, the merchant pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. The horse whinnied at another crack of lightning, but it followed behind, pawing at the ground when he tied off the reins on a metal loop in the castle wall.When he reached the door, he saw that it was open. Though he shouted, no one came to greet him. Gathering his courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the front hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. He lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so after eyeing the food and listening to his growling stomach, the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.His hunger satisfied, curiosity now plagued him. Why had no one met him at the door? Who had lit the lantern? Who had prepared the meal? He called again for any acknowledgement of his arrival. Upon receiving none, he ventured through the main room. At the far end was a grand staircase. He ascended, in awe of the paintings in elaborate gold frames adorning the walls.From the landing, a corridor led off in either direction with several closed doors on each side. However, the first door on his left was open. A fire crackled in a massive stone fireplace that was taller than he was. Directly across from it sat a four-poster bed piled high with blankets and pillows.It was now late, and he could not resist the invitation before him once again. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, someone had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was no one in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the courtyard where he had left his horse. To his continual surprise, his horse was no longer tethered to the castle wall but grazing beneath a tree in the sunshine.Next to the tree were several rose bushes. Dotting the green leaves, glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain, were the largest red flowers he’d ever seen in full bloom.Thinking of his parting question to his daughter, he whispered, “It’s perfect!” And then he carefully plucked a dewy rose from its bed.No sooner had he reached for the horse’s reins than a man sprang up from behind the rose garden. He wore a dark jacket over his tunic and pants that all looked of the finest material. His thick mane of hair was mostly gray with subtle streaks of blond, and it flowed down to his shoulders. But his brown eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with fire; his mouth was curled into a snarl. His wide shoulders towered over the merchant, and his large hands reached out to him.“Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, fed you from my table, and gave you a bed to sleep in! But now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers!”“Forgive me! Please, do not kill me! I’ll do anything you say! The rose wasn’t for me but for my daughter, Kristiana. I wanted to bring her a special present from my journey.”“I care not why you stole from me.” The man whistled, and two large dogs, drooling and growling, appeared from around the side of the castle. “I shall put you to death for this slight!”Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the beast of a man. “Those dogs! They were your dogs?”“What nonsense do you speak, thief?”“Your dogs killed my wife!” The merchant wanted to scream in anger, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper. “They attacked her in our garden. Thankfully, our only child was gone and did not witness it. I returned too late to save my wife, but I saw the dogs before they disappeared into the woods again. All these years;”The man dropped the paw of a hand he had clamped on the distraught merchant, but his voice remained a deep growl. “I shall spare your life, but on one condition. Bring me your daughter! I will not harm her, but she will remain a servant in my castle.”The merchant’s heart leapt with joy at his own fortune. But then he felt his stomach twist with terror. He’d have to trade his life for his daughter’s! They would both still be alive, but; No, she would never forgive him for leaving her alone in the world if he did not obey.With his head hung low, the merchant nodded. “So be it. I will send my daughter to you.”“Take the rose. Have her bring it back so that I know it is her. Follow the path south until you get to a clearing, and then head west. This will lead you home.” And then the beast of a man disappeared around the side of the castle with the dogs.The journey home seemed shorter than he’d expected. After settling the horse in the barn, he trudged up to the house, his shoulders heavy.Kristiana rushed out to meet him. “Father! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”He fell into his daughter’s arms, holding her to him, trying to remember how his grown little girl felt one last time. Then he ushered her into the house and proceeded to tell her of the events of the previous night and this morning.When he’d finished, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the rose.“I’d do anything for you!” Kristiana hugged her father. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your promise. I will be fine. We will both return to the castle once you have rested.”“I fear what will happen to you. He promised not to harm you, but he said you would be his servant. I pray that he will be kind to you, at least. I will always love you, Kristiana, no matter what.”The merchant refrained from telling her what he had learned about the dogs. She need not distress over what she did not know and could not change.Prince Dalemond paced the Great Hall, growling out his frustration. Would the old man honor his promise? He should have killed him and been done with it. That was how his own father would have handled a thief. Whether a loaf of bread, a bag of coins, or a rose off a bush, stealing was stealing.But the knowledge that his precious dogs had killed the man’s wife, had left his only daughter without a mother; It reminded him of his own loneliness. He had let his emotions overpower justice, and he’d caved in. At least he would have a servant in the house now.He heard horses approaching, and then the squeal of the gate. He stepped into the shadows, waiting. There were voices outside, and then the pounding of the heavy knocker on the door.“Enter!” His voice bellowed and echoed through the empty hall.The wooden door slowly groaned open on its ancient hinges. By the day’s dying light creeping through the open doorway, he saw the merchant step inside. A young woman in a dark, green, hooded cloak followed. She carried the red rose from his garden.“You, Sir, have fulfilled your promise. You may leave us.”The woman hugged her father without any tears, and then the merchant hustled out the door.Prince Dalemond watched her from the shadows, the candlelight from the wall sconces bathing her in a soft glow. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He’d never seen anyone so lovely.Her dark brown hair hung in long ringlets on either side of her face. The color of her cloak emphasized the green of her hazel eyes as she slowly took in her surroundings. When she lifted her hand to push back the hood, her arm moved the edge of the cloak aside.He gasped at the tight bodice of her cream-colored gown; at the swell of her breasts rising above the confines of the low neckline.She was truly a beauty.Something clenched in his gut, and he knew he would not be keeping her for a servant as he had planned. He did not want to tarnish one inch of her ivory complexion, flawless except for her cheeks tinged pink from her journey. He had not anticipated such a prize as her.He stepped out of his hiding place. When the candlelight flooded over him, he heard her gasp. “Welcome to my home, Kristiana. You are my guest. Please, may I take your cloak?”Kristiana took a step back, clutching one hand at the clasp at her throat. She stared for a moment, looking him over. She swallowed and then lifted her chin up, keeping her gaze from his. “How shall I address you, Sir?”“My name is Price Dalemond. ‘Your Highness’ will suffice.” He reached out and took her petite hand in his large one. She was shaking, and he gently squeezed her slender fingers. He raised her hand to his lips and placed the lightest kiss across her knuckles. He refrained from closing his eyes and sighing at the lavender scent of her soft skin.“Well, Your Highness, you say I am a guest, but we both know that I am a prisoner.” Kristiana pulled free from his grasp and squared her shoulders. “If you would so kindly show me to my chamber, I would like to retire for the evening.”She may have been a beauty, but he had never seen such hostility. Especially after he had extended his generosity to both her and her father. She was just as ungrateful as he had been. She should be happy to have her father still alive!With a low growl, he spun around and marched toward the grand staircase. He had prepared a room down the North Hall hear his own chambers. But now; now he led her down to the last room in the South Hall. The furthest room from the only other person in the entire castle. If she felt like a prisoner, he would treat her like one.Once they’d reached her new chamber, she waited until he opened the door, and then she entered with a minute tip of her chin. The room was dark and the air frigid. As angry as he was, he knew he could not leave her to freeze to death. Even his dogs deserved a fire on a cold night such as this.She stood just inside the doorway. He stepped past her, feeling the heat of her through the material of his shirt as his arm brushed against hers. Pushing away the resulting rush of desire to have that warmth against the rest of his body, he crossed the chamber in four long strides. After he had lit a fire, he turned back to her.Kristiana had moved to the window and drawn the curtain aside. He suddenly wanted to go to her, to apologize for his gruffness. But then he remembered the way she’d scorned him.“Dinner will be served shortly.” He made sure his tone relayed that it was a command.“I’m not hungry.” She kept her back to him. She stared out the window into the darkness instead.A muscle in his clenched jaw twitched. “Suit yourself!” And then he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.The moment that he was gone, Kristiana collapsed to the floor, her face in her hands. Warm tears wet her already hot cheeks.“I love you, Father! I will stay here to keep your promise, even though I detest the master of the house. I will never be happy here.”She glanced at the door, remembering how the prince had towered at least a foot above her. How her hand had disappeared in his when he’d welcomed her. How while she feared him, something inside drew her to him. And that frightened her even more.Her stomach growled, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting she had lied. She removed her cloak and laid it across the winged armchair by the fire instead. Then she crossed to the four-poster bed, climbing up onto the simple mattress covered by a thin quilt. An even thinner blanket lay folded at the footboard.An derisive grunt escaped when she thought of it. Meager accommodations for the prisoner. What else should she have expected?The pillow was soft, though, when she laid her head down. She watched the fire flickering across the small room, thankful for at least that source of heat. Shivers shook her body, and she hugged her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on top of the quilt. Tears trickled down her cheek again as she thought of her predicament.At some point, she must have drifted off because she felt someone watching her and she sat up with a gasp. But there was no one else there. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and why. She looked around at the fire blazing in the fireplace; her cloak on the chair; the plate of food on the table beside the chair; the blanket lying over her body.She may be alone now, but someone had been in the room. Did she dare hope that it had been Prince Dalemond? Who else could it have been? Father had mentioned there had been no one else in the castle the night before.If it had been her host, why did she even care? He was a brute of a man. Only a monster would demand on killing a man for picking a flower; or imprison a young woman as a hostage in his castle. She would be wise to keep her distance from him. Surely, she could find something to do to while away the days she was being held captive. Because deep down, she just knew he would grow tired of her and this wicked game he was playing. Then he would set her free.Kristiana was halfway across the chamber, no longer able to resist the tray of meats, cheeses, and fruit and the pitcher she hoped contained wine, when the thought occurred to her.What if he did tire of his game; but he left her hidden away, forgetting about her instead of setting her free? She would never see Father again!Fresh tears choked her throat. Somehow, she managed to clean the tray before curling up in the chair. Her eyes felt drowsy from the wine. Pulling her cloak over her, she succumbed to sleep. She dreamed that someone was watching her again. And then a warm body carried her. A disarray of memories followed, mainly of her mother.She woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window, the curtains drawn aside. The fire still burned and a new tray of breads and fruit sat on the table. She stretched, yawning and then froze. She was lying in the bed under layers of thick blankets. It had not been a dream. Someone had carried her there.After a quick breakfast, she washed her face at the basin filled with cool water. When she turned back to the bed, she noticed the wardrobe’s doors were partially ajar. She slowly pulled the doors open all of the way and gasped. Inside hung dresses in a multitude of colors.She couldn’t help wondering why someone so mean he would keep her captive would also show such acts of kindness. 'His Highness’ was an enigma. And a small part of her begged to understand him.Choosing a pale yellow dress, she changed her clothes and brushed out her hair. It was time to explore her prison, such as it was.Prince Dalemond had searched every room but one by noontime. Kristiana was nowhere to be found. He hoped she had not run away. Despite his frustration at her stubbornness last night, he had enjoyed watching her sleep. She had seemed so peaceful. So innocent. Besides, it wasn’t her fault she was here. If her father hadn’t stolen the rose;He grunted and thought of her creamy breasts rising and falling in her sleep. How her lips had parted with a soft sigh when he’d moved her from the chair. How light her small body had felt in his arms. He’d wanted to kiss her but had refrained.Now; now he wanted to scream. Where was she? How dare she hide from him!He pushed open the final door, the door to the library, his breath huffing. And then he froze.Kristiana sat in the window seat, the skirts of her yellow dress pooled around her, a small stack of books beside her. Her head rose with a start, and she dropped the book she’d been reading.For the longest moment, they just stared at each other. Her heavy breathing drew his eyes downward. A low moan escaped as his gut tightened.“Was there something you wanted?”Her quiet voice broke the spell over him. He lifted his eyes to hers again, swallowing his honesty. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It’s time for the noon meal. Care to join me in the Great Hall?”She blinked, opened her mouth,

What really happened in the castle.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Once upon a time;A merchant lived in a forest. His only daughter, Kristiana, had been a nursemaid to a wealthy family until the children became of age and the family no longer needed her services. Deciding to take some time for herself, she returned to live with her father.One morning, before he left for the market, he said to her, “Kristiana, if you could have one thing that would make you happy, what would it be?”“Finally being here with you makes me happy. I need nothing more.” Kristiana hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she waved as he mounted his horse and headed off toward town.His mind still troubled him on his journey. He wanted to get something special for his daughter, but he no longer knew what she liked. And she hadn’t been much help with answers herself.She’d grown into such a beautiful woman while she’d been away. She was at least five-foot-five now, her brunette hair cascading down her back in soft waves. He remembered her mother pulling it back into pigtails not too long ago. And then Kristiana had hid it all twisted up on her head under a cap when she’d left to work for that family.That was all before his lovely wife had passed away after the terrible accident. No one had known where the beastly dogs had come from. Mariel had been tending the garden out back when they’d run out of the woods and attacked her in broad daylight.If only he’d been home at the time;He sniffed and urged his horse on. Throughout the morning as he gathered the items on his list, he focused on Kristiana. On the present. And he kept an eye out for her gift, but nothing seemed right.When he had finished his business, the merchant set off for home. The day had grown long, and the sun was already setting behind the trees of the woods. The wind grew colder, whipping his jacket about. With one hand, he struggled to hold onto the reins of the horse, his other hand clutching the satchel of merchandise tightly against his body.The sky darkened, and soon rain pelted down, soaking through his clothes. A streak of lightning spooked the horse, and then they were racing through the trees, wispy branches stinging his cheeks. Once the horse had calmed down, the merchant paused and glanced around. But under the thick cover of leaves over him, he couldn’t see the moon or tell which way to go. His only hope was that they could find some shelter and wait out the storm. His hope dwindled, though, as he led the horse among the maze of trees. He was completely lost, even in the woods he’d known most of his life.Dalemond’s Castle.Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a dull light shining off to his right, and steered the horse toward it. As he drew near, he saw that the light belonged to a building. An inn!Lightning lit up the sky, and the merchant gasped, tightening his grip on the reins as the horse reared up. The inn was actually a massive castle!Stone walls stretched out in either direction beyond a looming gate, and towers disappeared into the night sky above him. No lights were burning in any of the windows, but a lantern swung on a post over the front door.Sliding down from his horse, the merchant pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. The horse whinnied at another crack of lightning, but it followed behind, pawing at the ground when he tied off the reins on a metal loop in the castle wall.When he reached the door, he saw that it was open. Though he shouted, no one came to greet him. Gathering his courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the front hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. He lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so after eyeing the food and listening to his growling stomach, the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.His hunger satisfied, curiosity now plagued him. Why had no one met him at the door? Who had lit the lantern? Who had prepared the meal? He called again for any acknowledgement of his arrival. Upon receiving none, he ventured through the main room. At the far end was a grand staircase. He ascended, in awe of the paintings in elaborate gold frames adorning the walls.From the landing, a corridor led off in either direction with several closed doors on each side. However, the first door on his left was open. A fire crackled in a massive stone fireplace that was taller than he was. Directly across from it sat a four-poster bed piled high with blankets and pillows.It was now late, and he could not resist the invitation before him once again. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, someone had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was no one in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the courtyard where he had left his horse. To his continual surprise, his horse was no longer tethered to the castle wall but grazing beneath a tree in the sunshine.Next to the tree were several rose bushes. Dotting the green leaves, glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain, were the largest red flowers he’d ever seen in full bloom.Thinking of his parting question to his daughter, he whispered, “It’s perfect!” And then he carefully plucked a dewy rose from its bed.No sooner had he reached for the horse’s reins than a man sprang up from behind the rose garden. He wore a dark jacket over his tunic and pants that all looked of the finest material. His thick mane of hair was mostly gray with subtle streaks of blond, and it flowed down to his shoulders. But his brown eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with fire; his mouth was curled into a snarl. His wide shoulders towered over the merchant, and his large hands reached out to him.“Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, fed you from my table, and gave you a bed to sleep in! But now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers!”“Forgive me! Please, do not kill me! I’ll do anything you say! The rose wasn’t for me but for my daughter, Kristiana. I wanted to bring her a special present from my journey.”“I care not why you stole from me.” The man whistled, and two large dogs, drooling and growling, appeared from around the side of the castle. “I shall put you to death for this slight!”Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the beast of a man. “Those dogs! They were your dogs?”“What nonsense do you speak, thief?”“Your dogs killed my wife!” The merchant wanted to scream in anger, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper. “They attacked her in our garden. Thankfully, our only child was gone and did not witness it. I returned too late to save my wife, but I saw the dogs before they disappeared into the woods again. All these years;”The man dropped the paw of a hand he had clamped on the distraught merchant, but his voice remained a deep growl. “I shall spare your life, but on one condition. Bring me your daughter! I will not harm her, but she will remain a servant in my castle.”The merchant’s heart leapt with joy at his own fortune. But then he felt his stomach twist with terror. He’d have to trade his life for his daughter’s! They would both still be alive, but; No, she would never forgive him for leaving her alone in the world if he did not obey.With his head hung low, the merchant nodded. “So be it. I will send my daughter to you.”“Take the rose. Have her bring it back so that I know it is her. Follow the path south until you get to a clearing, and then head west. This will lead you home.” And then the beast of a man disappeared around the side of the castle with the dogs.The journey home seemed shorter than he’d expected. After settling the horse in the barn, he trudged up to the house, his shoulders heavy.Kristiana rushed out to meet him. “Father! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”He fell into his daughter’s arms, holding her to him, trying to remember how his grown little girl felt one last time. Then he ushered her into the house and proceeded to tell her of the events of the previous night and this morning.When he’d finished, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the rose.“I’d do anything for you!” Kristiana hugged her father. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your promise. I will be fine. We will both return to the castle once you have rested.”“I fear what will happen to you. He promised not to harm you, but he said you would be his servant. I pray that he will be kind to you, at least. I will always love you, Kristiana, no matter what.”The merchant refrained from telling her what he had learned about the dogs. She need not distress over what she did not know and could not change.Prince Dalemond paced the Great Hall, growling out his frustration. Would the old man honor his promise? He should have killed him and been done with it. That was how his own father would have handled a thief. Whether a loaf of bread, a bag of coins, or a rose off a bush, stealing was stealing.But the knowledge that his precious dogs had killed the man’s wife, had left his only daughter without a mother; It reminded him of his own loneliness. He had let his emotions overpower justice, and he’d caved in. At least he would have a servant in the house now.He heard horses approaching, and then the squeal of the gate. He stepped into the shadows, waiting. There were voices outside, and then the pounding of the heavy knocker on the door.“Enter!” His voice bellowed and echoed through the empty hall.The wooden door slowly groaned open on its ancient hinges. By the day’s dying light creeping through the open doorway, he saw the merchant step inside. A young woman in a dark, green, hooded cloak followed. She carried the red rose from his garden.“You, Sir, have fulfilled your promise. You may leave us.”The woman hugged her father without any tears, and then the merchant hustled out the door.Prince Dalemond watched her from the shadows, the candlelight from the wall sconces bathing her in a soft glow. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He’d never seen anyone so lovely.Her dark brown hair hung in long ringlets on either side of her face. The color of her cloak emphasized the green of her hazel eyes as she slowly took in her surroundings. When she lifted her hand to push back the hood, her arm moved the edge of the cloak aside.He gasped at the tight bodice of her cream-colored gown; at the swell of her breasts rising above the confines of the low neckline.She was truly a beauty.Something clenched in his gut, and he knew he would not be keeping her for a servant as he had planned. He did not want to tarnish one inch of her ivory complexion, flawless except for her cheeks tinged pink from her journey. He had not anticipated such a prize as her.He stepped out of his hiding place. When the candlelight flooded over him, he heard her gasp. “Welcome to my home, Kristiana. You are my guest. Please, may I take your cloak?”Kristiana took a step back, clutching one hand at the clasp at her throat. She stared for a moment, looking him over. She swallowed and then lifted her chin up, keeping her gaze from his. “How shall I address you, Sir?”“My name is Price Dalemond. ‘Your Highness’ will suffice.” He reached out and took her petite hand in his large one. She was shaking, and he gently squeezed her slender fingers. He raised her hand to his lips and placed the lightest kiss across her knuckles. He refrained from closing his eyes and sighing at the lavender scent of her soft skin.“Well, Your Highness, you say I am a guest, but we both know that I am a prisoner.” Kristiana pulled free from his grasp and squared her shoulders. “If you would so kindly show me to my chamber, I would like to retire for the evening.”She may have been a beauty, but he had never seen such hostility. Especially after he had extended his generosity to both her and her father. She was just as ungrateful as he had been. She should be happy to have her father still alive!With a low growl, he spun around and marched toward the grand staircase. He had prepared a room down the North Hall hear his own chambers. But now; now he led her down to the last room in the South Hall. The furthest room from the only other person in the entire castle. If she felt like a prisoner, he would treat her like one.Once they’d reached her new chamber, she waited until he opened the door, and then she entered with a minute tip of her chin. The room was dark and the air frigid. As angry as he was, he knew he could not leave her to freeze to death. Even his dogs deserved a fire on a cold night such as this.She stood just inside the doorway. He stepped past her, feeling the heat of her through the material of his shirt as his arm brushed against hers. Pushing away the resulting rush of desire to have that warmth against the rest of his body, he crossed the chamber in four long strides. After he had lit a fire, he turned back to her.Kristiana had moved to the window and drawn the curtain aside. He suddenly wanted to go to her, to apologize for his gruffness. But then he remembered the way she’d scorned him.“Dinner will be served shortly.” He made sure his tone relayed that it was a command.“I’m not hungry.” She kept her back to him. She stared out the window into the darkness instead.A muscle in his clenched jaw twitched. “Suit yourself!” And then he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.The moment that he was gone, Kristiana collapsed to the floor, her face in her hands. Warm tears wet her already hot cheeks.“I love you, Father! I will stay here to keep your promise, even though I detest the master of the house. I will never be happy here.”She glanced at the door, remembering how the prince had towered at least a foot above her. How her hand had disappeared in his when he’d welcomed her. How while she feared him, something inside drew her to him. And that frightened her even more.Her stomach growled, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting she had lied. She removed her cloak and laid it across the winged armchair by the fire instead. Then she crossed to the four-poster bed, climbing up onto the simple mattress covered by a thin quilt. An even thinner blanket lay folded at the footboard.An derisive grunt escaped when she thought of it. Meager accommodations for the prisoner. What else should she have expected?The pillow was soft, though, when she laid her head down. She watched the fire flickering across the small room, thankful for at least that source of heat. Shivers shook her body, and she hugged her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on top of the quilt. Tears trickled down her cheek again as she thought of her predicament.At some point, she must have drifted off because she felt someone watching her and she sat up with a gasp. But there was no one else there. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and why. She looked around at the fire blazing in the fireplace; her cloak on the chair; the plate of food on the table beside the chair; the blanket lying over her body.She may be alone now, but someone had been in the room. Did she dare hope that it had been Prince Dalemond? Who else could it have been? Father had mentioned there had been no one else in the castle the night before.If it had been her host, why did she even care? He was a brute of a man. Only a monster would demand on killing a man for picking a flower; or imprison a young woman as a hostage in his castle. She would be wise to keep her distance from him. Surely, she could find something to do to while away the days she was being held captive. Because deep down, she just knew he would grow tired of her and this wicked game he was playing. Then he would set her free.Kristiana was halfway across the chamber, no longer able to resist the tray of meats, cheeses, and fruit and the pitcher she hoped contained wine, when the thought occurred to her.What if he did tire of his game; but he left her hidden away, forgetting about her instead of setting her free? She would never see Father again!Fresh tears choked her throat. Somehow, she managed to clean the tray before curling up in the chair. Her eyes felt drowsy from the wine. Pulling her cloak over her, she succumbed to sleep. She dreamed that someone was watching her again. And then a warm body carried her. A disarray of memories followed, mainly of her mother.She woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window, the curtains drawn aside. The fire still burned and a new tray of breads and fruit sat on the table. She stretched, yawning and then froze. She was lying in the bed under layers of thick blankets. It had not been a dream. Someone had carried her there.After a quick breakfast, she washed her face at the basin filled with cool water. When she turned back to the bed, she noticed the wardrobe’s doors were partially ajar. She slowly pulled the doors open all of the way and gasped. Inside hung dresses in a multitude of colors.She couldn’t help wondering why someone so mean he would keep her captive would also show such acts of kindness. 'His Highness’ was an enigma. And a small part of her begged to understand him.Choosing a pale yellow dress, she changed her clothes and brushed out her hair. It was time to explore her prison, such as it was.Prince Dalemond had searched every room but one by noontime. Kristiana was nowhere to be found. He hoped she had not run away. Despite his frustration at her stubbornness last night, he had enjoyed watching her sleep. She had seemed so peaceful. So innocent. Besides, it wasn’t her fault she was here. If her father hadn’t stolen the rose;He grunted and thought of her creamy breasts rising and falling in her sleep. How her lips had parted with a soft sigh when he’d moved her from the chair. How light her small body had felt in his arms. He’d wanted to kiss her but had refrained.Now; now he wanted to scream. Where was she? How dare she hide from him!He pushed open the final door, the door to the library, his breath huffing. And then he froze.Kristiana sat in the window seat, the skirts of her yellow dress pooled around her, a small stack of books beside her. Her head rose with a start, and she dropped the book she’d been reading.For the longest moment, they just stared at each other. Her heavy breathing drew his eyes downward. A low moan escaped as his gut tightened.“Was there something you wanted?”Her quiet voice broke the spell over him. He lifted his eyes to hers again, swallowing his honesty. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It’s time for the noon meal. Care to join me in the Great Hall?”She blinked, opened her mouth,

This week Kelly and Katai read LETTER SLOT by Owen King, another entry in Amazon's Shivers collection, about a boy who puts his woes in a letter and inadvertently kills people's loved ones. They talk King family dynamics (with apologies to the King family), feminist undertones, unequal labor in the home, how they'd definitely put some names on a list, which is more helpful: art or criticism, and more!SUBSCRIBE ON PATREON for ad free and video eps, bonus eps, & more.DiscordInstagramMERCH!TEEN CREEPS IS AN INDEPENDENT PODCAST.*All creepy opinions expressed are those of the hosts and guests.KELLY WROTE A BOOK! Order THE LATCHKEY TWINS Case No. 46: The Twins Solve a Murder here!Help us out by taking an ads survey! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Severin Films co-founder David Gregory joins hosts Josh Olson and Joe Dante to break down five of his favorite movies that Severin has released in special restorations, and five that he wishes Severin could, one day, release! Show Notes: Movies Referenced In This Episode Frightmare (1974) Satan's Slave (1976) An American Werewolf in London (1981) Supervixens (1975) The Night God Screamed (1971) Black Snake (1973) The Seven Minutes (1971) *The Nanny (1965) Delicatessen (1991) Amelie (2001) The Horror of Frankenstein (1970) Lust for a Vampire (1971) Fear in the Night (1972) Blood and Flesh: The Reel Life and Ghastly Death of Al Adamson (2019) Enter the Clones of Bruce (2023) Theatre of Horrors: The Sordid Story of Paris' Grand Guignol (2026) The System of Doctor Goudron a.k.a. The Lunatics (1913) Figures de Cire (1914) Piranha (1978) Shivers (1975) *Dracula vs Frankenstein (1971) Satan's Sadists (1969) Five Bloody Graves (1969) I Spit on Your Corpse (1974) Blow-Out (1981) The Howling (1981) Satan's Mistress (1982) *Bloody Moon (1981) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) Pieces (1982) Hell of the Living Dead (1980) Dawn of the Dead (1978) El Topo (1970) The Holy Mountain (1973) Santa Sangre (1989) Psycho (1960) *Threads (1984) The Bodyguard (1992) L.A. Story (1981) Dante's Peak (1997) Kess (1969) The Day After (1983) The War Game (1967) The Full Monty (1997) *Blood for Dracula a.k.a. Young Dracula (1974) Flesh for Frankenstein (1973) Bicycle Thief a.k.a. The Bicycle Thieves (1948) The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover (1989) Whatever Happened to Baby Jane (1964) Taste of Fear (1961) Diabolique (1955) Brides of Dracula (1960) The Curse of Frankenstein (1957) Horror of Dracula (1958) *Unhinged (1982) Nightmare a.k.a. Nightmares in a Damaged Brain (1981) *Exit the Dragon Enter the Tiger (1976) The Tattoo Connection (1978) Edge of Fury (1978) Fist of Fury II (1977) The Dragon Lives Again a.k.a. Deadly Hands of Kung Fu (1977) Taxi Driver (1976) Jaws (1975) *The Last Shark a.k.a. The Great White (1981) The Inglorious Bastards (1977) Jaws II (1978) They Call Me Bruce (1982) Grizzly (1976) Alien (1979) Terminator (1984) Shocking Dark a.k.a. Terminator II (1989) Aliens (1986) The Evil Dead (1981) Cruel Jaws a.k.a. Jaws 5 (1995) *I Don't Want to Be Born (1975) The Exorcist (1973) Hands of the Ripper (1971) Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970) Doberman (1997) The Doberman Gang (1972) The Most Assassinated Woman in the World (2018) Les Vampires (1915) L'ibis Bleu (1919) The Devils (1971) Hell on Earth: The Desecration and Resurrection of The Devils (2002) Other Notable Items Our Patreon!  The Hollywood Food Coalition David McGillivray Russ Meyer Synapse Film Mike Leigh Peter Greenaway Our Kier-la Janisse and Caelum Vatnsdal podcast episode The Criterion Collection Jimmy Sangster Hammer Films Ralph Bates Virginia Wetherell Joan Collins Amanda Reyes Al Adamson The Grand Guignol Theatre in France Tom Savini The Cinéma français BFI Edgar Allan Poe Jacques Tourneur Maurice Tourneur Barbara Steele David Cronenberg Susan Petrie J. Carrol Naish Lon Chaney Jr. Russ Tamblyn John Carradine Carl Daft Sam Sherman Schlock-O-Rama: The Films of Al Adamson book by David Konow (1998) Laszlo Kovacs Vilmos Zsigmond Ray Dennis Steckler  Harry Novak Variety Gary Graver The Goldman Theatre in Philadelphia John Travolta Tisa Farrow Severin's new show My Fleapit, My Palace Jesús Franco  William Lustig Blue Underground Lina Romay Antonio Mayans Murderous Passions: The Delirious Cinema of Jesus Franco book by Stephen Thrower (2020) Video nasties Margaret Thatcher Lucio Fulci Alejandro Jodorowsky Alan Klein Claudio Argento Dario Argento Marcel Marceau The TLA in Philadelphia Mick Jackson  Barry Hines Ken Loach BBC PBS Udo Kier Paul Morrissey Joe Dallesandro Vittorio De Sica  Andy Warhol Claudio Gizzi Dark Winds TV series (2022- ) Scooby-Doo franchise Peter Cushing Vinegar Syndrome Kino Lorber Bette Davis Seth Holt The Nanny novel by Evelyn Piper (1964) Pamela Franklin William Dix Warner Bros. Don Gronquist Bruce Lee Bruce Li  Bruceploitation The Shaw Brothers Golden Harvest Films Dragon Lee Tso Name Lee Elvis Presley Laurel and Hardy Emanuelle James Bond Quentin Tarantino The New Beverly Cinema The Zapruder film Enzo G. Castellari Universal Pictures Film Ventures International Edward L. Montoro Vic Morrow James Franciscus American International Pictures Joan Collins Ralph Bates Eileen Atkins  Donald Pleasence Hilary Mason Caroline Munro Peter Sasdy Peter Medak Radiance Films Jan Kounen  Jeunet Marc Caro Vincent Cassel Monica Bellucci Polygram Films The Nuart Theatre The Egyptian Theatre Missing Movies organization Paula Maxa Louis Feuillade  Ken Russell TFH Guru Guillermo del Toro Mark Kermode Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

After a brief hiatus, Elle and the Tramp and back with a Dear Abby of assorted Ask Us Anything questions. It's good to be back! Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch!Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

Superpowers for Good should not be considered investment advice. Seek counsel before making investment decisions. When you purchase an item, launch a campaign or create an investment account after clicking a link here, we may earn a fee. Engage to support our work.Watch the show on television by downloading the e360tv channel app to your Roku, LG or AmazonFireTV. You can also see it on YouTube.Devin: What is your superpower?Tyrus: Ability to take complex, overwhelming ideas and distill them into simple, actionable steps.Entrepreneurs often face a daunting challenge when it comes to raising capital to grow their businesses. In today's episode of Superpowers for Good, I had the pleasure of speaking with Tyrus Shivers, CEO of Legacy Wealth Capital Group Inc., about how his organization helps entrepreneurs overcome these obstacles. His approach is both methodical and inspiring, offering practical solutions for founders who want to scale while staying true to their purpose.Tyrus emphasizes the importance of making a business “investable, bankable, and built to scale.” His team at Legacy Wealth Capital Group dives deep into the structure of each client's business, ensuring that systems, processes, people, and financial controls are in place to support growth. He shared, “We help everyday entrepreneurs, everyday founders look deeply into their business and put in the right systems... so they can scale and continue to grow that business as they receive the capital to do so.”One standout strategy Tyrus employs is educating entrepreneurs about alternative funding options, such as Regulation Crowdfunding (Reg CF), which allows businesses to raise up to $5 million annually from both accredited and non-accredited investors. This approach opens doors for founders who don't fit the mold of traditional bank or venture capital funding. He noted, “They don't even think about the crowd. They don't know the crowd exists… So, one of the key things we like to do at Legacy Wealth is to educate first.”Tyrus's commitment to empowering underserved communities was especially inspiring. Drawing from his upbringing in South Alabama, he understands the systemic hurdles faced by minority and underserved entrepreneurs. His mission is clear: “I want to make sure the people that come from where I come from, the people who look like me, also have the same opportunities.”By focusing on education and creating access to capital, Tyrus and Legacy Wealth Capital Group are helping entrepreneurs turn their dreams into reality. Whether through crowdfunding or other innovative approaches, his work is a testament to the power of combining purpose with business.tl;dr:Tyrus Shivers explains how Legacy Wealth Capital Group helps entrepreneurs scale and secure funding.He highlights the importance of building “investable, bankable, and scalable” business structures.Tyrus discusses how Regulation Crowdfunding (Reg CF) creates capital opportunities for underserved founders.He shares his mission to empower minority communities to build generational wealth through entrepreneurship.Tyrus reveals his superpower: simplifying complexity to help others take meaningful, actionable steps.How to Develop Simplifying Complexity As a SuperpowerTyrus's superpower is his ability to take complex, overwhelming ideas and distill them into simple, actionable steps. In today's episode, Tyrus described this gift as “taking a lot of information, complex information, and being able to make it direct, simple, and efficient for other people.” He explained that this superpower applies across his work—whether guiding entrepreneurs, mentoring in the church, or supporting youth. He added, “When people usually come and talk to me, they just dump on me… While you're dumping, I'm putting the pieces together.”One of Tyrus's clients, a behavioral health center owner, came to him feeling overwhelmed. Despite generating $1.2 million in annual revenue, her business wasn't profitable, and she was stretched thin. Tyrus focused first on her mindset, helping her understand the importance of self-care and prioritizing her needs as a leader. This simple but profound shift empowered her to make small but critical changes in her business, including structuring bonuses around profitability. Within 18 months, her revenue grew to $1.8 million, with over $400,000 in profit.Tips for Developing This Superpower:Practice Active Listening: Pay attention to the details when others share their challenges.Seek Simplicity: Focus on identifying the next logical step rather than trying to solve everything at once.Develop Empathy: Understand the emotional and practical needs of those you're supporting.Organize Information: Train yourself to mentally categorize and prioritize information as you hear it.Communicate Clearly: Break down complex ideas into direct, actionable advice others can easily follow.By following Tyrus's example and advice, you can make simplifying complexity a skill. With practice and effort, you could make it a superpower that enables you to do more good in the world.Remember, however, that research into success suggests that building on your own superpowers is more important than creating new ones or overcoming weaknesses. You do you!Guest ProfileTyrus Shivers (he/him):CEO, Legacy Wealth Capital Group Inc.About Legacy Wealth Capital Group Inc.: At Legacy Wealth Capital Group, we partner with visionary entrepreneurs and startups from idea to IPO, providing the systems, strategies, and expertise to raise capital, deploy that capital, and scale their businesses.From the early stages of ideation, we help you implement the right operational frameworks, generate revenue, and optimize for sustainable growth.When you're ready to go public, our extensive network of partners and investors ensures you have the knowledge, resources, and capital to navigate the IPO process seamlessly. With $300M+ in capital raised and decades of experience, we're your trusted partner in turning vision into legacy.Website: legacywealthcapitalgroup.comCompany Facebook Page: facebook.com/legacywealthcapitalgroupBiographical Information: A discipline‑forged veteran and serial entrepreneur, Tyrus Shivers transforms hard‑earned battle scars into scalable frameworks that set founders free.Serving in the U.S. Air Force instilled the rigor and resilience that would later underpin his entrepreneurial journey. After a medical retirement, Tyrus launched a property‑management company that hit seven figures in 18 months, only to see the pandemic wipe out $200K and force a hard pivot. Refusing to accept burnout as the price of success, he dissected every win and failure, distilling them into the Legacy Business Operating System™ (LBOS™) a 3-phase framework that aligns strategy, systems, and talent so businesses scale without the founder as bottleneck.As founder of Legacy Wealth Capital Group, Tyrus now leads a team that has guided entrepreneurs to raise more than $300 million in growth capital, optimize EBITDA margins by double digits, and prepare for premium exits. His straight‑talking keynotes- System Over Hustle, Capital Truths, and Data‑Backed Freedom combine vivid storytelling, live diagnostics, and ready‑to‑use worksheets. Audiences leave not merely inspired but armed with dashboards, deal structures, and accountability tools they can deploy the next day.Tyrus' thought leadership has been featured in Forbes, and founder‑focused podcasts worldwide. Offstage, he mentors veteran founders, invests in small‑cap acquisitions, and champions financial literacy in underserved communities. His north star is simple: freedom, mastery, and truth for himself and every entrepreneur he serves.LinkedIn Profile: linkedin.com/in/tyrusshivers Personal Instagram Handle: @tyrusshivers Personal Facebook Profile: facebook.com/tyrus.shivers.9Support Our SponsorsOur generous sponsors make our work possible, serving impact investors, social entrepreneurs, community builders and diverse founders. Today's advertisers include rHealth, p!ng, High Desert Gear, and Mission Booster Procurement. 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Mark your calendar. We'll send private emails to Impact Members with registration details. Upgrade to Impact Membership today!SuperCrowdHour, April 15, 2026, at 12:00 PM Eastern. Devin Thorpe, CEO and Founder of The Super Crowd, Inc., will lead a session on “Compliance Made Easy: Navigating Form C.” Drawing on his extensive experience as an investment banker, impact investor, and crowdfunding expert, Devin will simplify the complexities of Form C filing for regulated investment crowdfunding campaigns. In this session, he'll walk through the key components of Form C, highlight common compliance pitfalls, and share practical strategies to ensure your offering meets regulatory requirements with confidence. Whether you're launching your first campaign or refining your compliance process, this SuperCrowdHour will equip you with the knowledge to navigate Form C efficiently—so you can focus on building trust and raising capital successfully.SuperCrowd26 featuring PurposeBuilt100™: This August 25–27, founders, investors, and ecosystem leaders will gather for a three-day, broadcast-quality global experience focused on disciplined capital formation, regulated investment crowdfunding, and purpose-driven growth. We're bringing together leading voices in impact investing, compliance, digital marketing, and circular economy innovation to deliver practical frameworks, real-world case studies, and actionable strategies. The event culminates in the PurposeBuilt100™ Showcase, recognizing 100 of the fastest-growing purpose-driven companies in the U.S. Register now to secure your seat and get all the details. 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A very raw and honest conversation about the intimacy issues we've experienced, in part because of our involvement in the lifestyle. How did jumping straight into ethical non-monogamy impact our sex lives together? And what's our plan moving forward? Photographer mentioned on this episode: https://lezandraphotography.com/ Get 15% off Shivers gummies with code FPS at https://shivers.store Schedule a consultation call with us today to get your health and wellness on track: https://revitaglowmeds.com Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Try Kasidie FREE for a whole month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com  

We haven't always been the best when it comes to setting solid boundaries in our lifestyle friendships. When you combine sex with interpersonal relationships, things can get sticky fast. We explain how this has impacted the amount of time we dedicate to lifestyle friendships, and our plan moving forward. Plus, we FINALLY took a vacation!! Get 15% off your first order of Shivers gummies with code FPS at https://shivers.store Get TONS of bonus content and support the show at https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers Try Kasidie FREE for a whole month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Get started on a health and wellness journey today! Schedule your free consultation call at https://revitaglowmeds.com  

To wrap up our Pacific Northwest adventures, Cece and the Tramp interview Leo and Jezebel Gambino. A married couple who found there happy place in the content creation realm. https://linktr.ee/JezebelGambinohttps://fansly.com/Jezebel666xxxhttps://fansly.com/leogambinohttps://onlyfans.com/jezebelgambinohttps://onlyfans.com/leogambinohttps://the-gambinos.manyvids.comhttps://x.com/leogambino69https://x.com/jezebel666xxxVisit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch!Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

We talk about David Cronenberg's 1975 "classic"!

In this episode of Streams and Nightmares, Dave discusses Coyotes, The Jester 2, Don't Go In the Woods, Hostel Part 3. In the Mouth of Madness, and Shivers.

This week Kelly and Katai read THE BLANKS by Grady Hendrix, a 35 page banger of an entry in the #KONDLE horror anthology miniseries “The Shivers.” They talk Rachel being wrong wrong wrong, not allowing themselves to feel this one, RIP Tom Docks, reenacting relationship trauma, Bad Bunny's Halftime show, the majesty of Xcaret, and more!SUBSCRIBE ON PATREON for ad free and video eps, bonus eps, & more.DiscordInstagramMERCH!TEEN CREEPS IS AN INDEPENDENT PODCAST.*All creepy opinions expressed are those of the hosts and guests.KELLY WROTE A BOOK! Order THE LATCHKEY TWINS Case No. 46: The Twins Solve a Murder here!Help us out by taking an ads survey! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's a running joke in the lifestyle: Women are almost always better put together than their male counterparts at clubs and events. We all laugh about it, but have you ever stopped to think about the WHY behind it? We examine some of our theories.... Plus, upcoming birthday celebrations! Get 15% off your first order of Shivers gummies with code FPS at https://shivers.store Let's get you on the right path with your health and wellness today! Schedule a free consultation call with us at https://revitaglowmeds.com Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Try Kasidie FREE for a whole month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Get bonus content and support the show at https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers  

This time Jay and the Tramp are in the hot seat as Elle deep dives into our individual experiences with one epic glow party.Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch!Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

Stagnation and a lack of safety protocols in the lifestyle have left many lifestylers disenfranchised with clubs and events over the last year. They're going less often and spending less money.  But does that mean the lifestyle is dying? We discuss our opinions as people who have operated in the "lifestyle industry" for almost eight years.  Get a FREE month of Kasidie access! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Schedule your free wellness consultation at https://revitaglowmeds.com Get 15% off your first Shivers order with code FPS at https://shivers.store Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Get bonus content and support the show at https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers  

The weekly radio show from Alok. 01. CamelPhat, Marten Lou - Save Me (Ajna & Samm Remix) 02. Riva Starr feat. Nic Hanson - (I'll Be Your) Paradise (Tiger Stripes Remix)03. Alok & SCRIPT feat. FAANGS - Substance04. Yves V - V.I.P.05. Alok & Gui Boratto feat. House Of EL - Love Will Find A Way06. Bhaskar - You Want The Fire07. Mason - Exceeder08. Dennis Ferrer - Hey Hey09. Max Styler & Three Drives - Greece 2000 (Max Styler Rework)10. James Kennedy - Try Again11. Mark Maxwell & Death Ray Shake feat. Azxure - Done Waiting12. JØRD - Good 2 Me13. Alok & JOA - Go Mode14. OFFAIAH feat. Nevve - Physical15. Ship Wrek - GET A JOB16. Benny Benassi, Glowal, SQU4RE - Shades17. Voltech - Jump18. MATTN & UUFO - Somebody's Watching Me (VIP Mix)19. LOOZBONE - Unpredictable20. unfazed - Shivers

In deze aflevering praat Benjamin met saxofonist Nick Feenstra, trombonist Sjors Dijkstra en trompettist Lauran Neerincx van de  formatie Broken Brass. Op 23 januari komt alweer hun achtste plaat uit met de intrigerende titel ‘Dancing Critters, Random Shivers & Snap Decisions'. 

Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: From Shivers to Strength: Sindre's Snowy Revelation Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2026-01-20-08-38-20-no Story Transcript:No: Sindre sto og hutret i skolegården ved Fjellheimen Videregående Skole.En: Sindre stood shivering in the schoolyard at Fjellheimen Videregående Skole.No: Snøen dalte rolig ned fra himmelen, og fjellene rundt skolen var kledd i hvite tepper.En: The snow was gently falling from the sky, and the mountains around the school were covered in white blankets.No: I dag skulle hele klassen dra til de nærliggende skibakkene på skoleutflukt.En: Today, the entire class was going to the nearby ski slopes on a school trip.No: For Sindre var dette både spennende og skremmende.En: For Sindre, this was both exciting and terrifying.No: Han så bort på Emma.En: He looked over at Emma.No: Hun lo sammen med venninnen sin, Kari.En: She was laughing with her friend, Kari.No: Emma hadde et smil som kunne lyse opp selv den mest grå vinterdagen.En: Emma had a smile that could brighten even the most gray winter day.No: Sindre hadde lenge vært forelsket i henne, men hadde aldri turt å si noe.En: Sindre had been in love with her for a long time but had never dared to say anything.No: Nå håpet han at denne skituren ville gi ham sjansen til å imponere henne.En: Now he hoped this ski trip would give him the chance to impress her.No: "Har du med skiene dine, Sindre?En: "Do you have your skis with you, Sindre?"No: " ropte Kari over til ham.En: Kari shouted over to him.No: "Klart det!En: "Of course!"No: " svarte han.En: he replied.No: Sannheten var at Sindre aldri hadde vært på ski før.En: The truth was that Sindre had never been skiing before.No: Han hadde lånt skiutstyr av en gammel onkel i håp om å skjule hemmeligheten sin.En: He had borrowed ski equipment from an old uncle in the hope of hiding his secret.No: Bussen nærmet seg skibakken, og Sindre kunne kjenne nervene stramme seg i magen.En: The bus approached the ski slope, and Sindre could feel the nerves tightening in his stomach.No: Han bestemte seg for at han måtte ta sjansen på den bratteste bakken for å vise at han var en ekte skiløper.En: He decided he had to take a chance on the steepest slope to prove he was a real skier.No: Han kjente viktigheten av å passe inn, spesielt med Emma i nærheten.En: He felt the importance of fitting in, especially with Emma nearby.No: Klassen delte seg opp i grupper da de kom frem.En: The class split into groups when they arrived.No: Sindre snek seg bort til Emma og Kari.En: Sindre sneaked over to Emma and Kari.No: "Skal vi ta den største bakken sammen?En: "Should we take the biggest slope together?"No: " spurte han modig.En: he asked bravely.No: Emma nikket ivrig.En: Emma nodded eagerly.No: Sindre satte i gang, full av frykt og spenning.En: Sindre set off, full of fear and excitement.No: Han hadde ingen anelse om hva han skulle gjøre, men han visste at dette var hans mulighet.En: He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew this was his chance.No: Da han sto på toppen av den bratte bakken, ble realiteten klar for ham.En: When he stood at the top of the steep slope, reality became clear to him.No: Han hadde mistet kontrollen før han i det hele tatt startet.En: He had lost control before he even started.No: Skiene hans virvlet ut av kurs, og plutselig suste han nedover med en hastighet han ikke kunne kontrollere.En: His skis swerved out of course, and suddenly he was hurtling down at a speed he couldn't control.No: Midt i løpet mistet han balansen og falt i en stor haug av snø.En: In the midst of the run, he lost his balance and fell into a large heap of snow.No: Hele klassen så på, inkludert Emma.En: The whole class watched, including Emma.No: Sindre lå der et øyeblikk, redd for alles reaksjon.En: Sindre lay there for a moment, afraid of everyone's reaction.No: Men så hørte han et kjent latter.En: But then he heard a familiar laugh.No: Emma kom bort til ham, med et åpent og vennlig smil.En: Emma came over to him with an open and friendly smile.No: Hun hjalp ham opp mens hun ristet på hodet.En: She helped him up while shaking her head.No: "Du hadde ikke trengt å late som, Sindre," sa hun og lo.En: "You didn't have to pretend, Sindre," she said, laughing.No: "Vi kan alle lære sammen.En: "We can all learn together."No: "Sindre følte en tyngde løftet fra skuldrene hans.En: Sindre felt a weight lift from his shoulders.No: I det øyeblikket skjønte han at han ikke trengte å late som å være noen han ikke var.En: In that moment, he realized he didn't need to pretend to be someone he wasn't.No: Han kunne være seg selv, og det var nok.En: He could be himself, and that was enough.No: Han smilte tilbake til Emma og sa takk.En: He smiled back at Emma and said thank you.No: Det var begynnelsen på en ny type selvtillit for Sindre.En: It was the beginning of a new kind of confidence for Sindre.No: Og fra den dagen skjønte han at det å bli kjent og akseptert for den man virkelig er, var mer verdifullt enn å forsøke å være noe man ikke er.En: And from that day on, he realized that being known and accepted for who he truly is was more valuable than trying to be something he's not.No: Han så opp på fjellene rundt seg, og for første gang så han på dem med glede, i stedet for frykt.En: He looked up at the mountains around him, and for the first time, he gazed at them with joy instead of fear.No: Han gledet seg til å lære å kjøre ski, denne gangen på ekte.En: He was looking forward to learning to ski, this time for real. 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This is the 4PM All-Local update on Thursday, Jan 18, 2026.

Elle, Jay and the Tramp talk about the highlights of 2025 and what's next for 2026Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch!Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

Russian hottest electronic dance music duo Swanky Tunes delivers you a weekly radio show. Thrilling 60 minutes of their biggest tracks and hottest bootlegs are waiting for you. From Russia with love!   Swanky Tunes - SHOWLAND 600 01. Jigar & Roland Clark - Masters of Destiny 02. NARMÖ - Mbali 03. millforlife & TWINNS - Burn Me Down 04. The Neighbors & Bohemian - You Girl 05. Mydoz x Juany Bravo - Greece 2026 06. Emanuele Esposito - Raqs Sharqi 07. Paakman, Dj Freespirit - Un Beso 08. REX STAX - Nasī 09. Temazkal, Gotlucky, 4Rain - Desacate 10. Love or Nothing, Nes Mburu - Lele Me Lele 11. NOWERE - Good Time 12. Joe Diem, Guezmark - Hands Up 13. Basti M x okafuwa - ISABELLE 14. Baron (FR), Moori, Messina, and Mel Bundo - Compass 15. Gab Rhome - Paper Throne 16. LOSTMYFAITH, Vikina, Sam Ourt - Calypso (Sacude) 17. AMOR - Canción Del Mariachi 18. Hot Since 82 & Silicone Soul - Right On, Right On 19. unfazed - Shivers

An emotional and raw episode of FPS.... A listener email had Brenna all in her feels about her struggles with body image issues, including insight into how it felt being the "chubby girl" at lifestyle events. Plus, a discussion unlike we've ever had before on why we changed the format of the show.  Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Get 15% off your first Shivers order with code FPS at https://shivers.store Check out our bonus content and support the show at https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers Schedule your free peptide consultation today at https://revitaglowmeds.com Get 30 free days of Kasidie access! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com  

Cece and the Tramp still buzzing from the night before, interview Ian and Jolie - the amazing couple behind epic glow parties that have grown into an inspiring community in the pacific northwest. Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

John talks about ICE Agents in Minneapolis shooting Renee Nicole Good in the face as she attempted to move her vehicle out of their way. The White House and conservative media immediately defended the murder, calling the victim a domestic terrorist who was attempting to harm federal agents. Then, he speaks with podcast rock star Bob Cesca on entertainment and politics. Next, it's Desimber Rose and Dillon Naber Cruz AKA The God Squad on the intersection of religion and government. Then rounding it out, John chats with legal analyst Dr. Tracy Pearson on the legal ins and outs of Trump's numerous courtroom battles and illegal mischief. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Halle and Alison visit a very wet apartment complex to ruin Shivers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

*Staffing shortages are a challenge for the Farm Service Agency.   *The Livestock Marketing Association is working to secure more flexibility for livestock haulers.  *With current cattle prices, it's very important to make sure every cow has a calf.  *Could Congress finally approve year-round E15 gasoline?  *We do not produce enough lamb meat in the U.S. to keep up with the demand for it.  *Shivers is an equine disease common in larger horses. 

Elle, Jay and the Tramp interview Steve and Laura - A couple with an amazing story. One of the few times that we've heard where the lifestyle saved their marriage.Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

A message from a single man looking to enter the lifestyle spurs a conversation on the balance between being honest and being kind... We also talk about how single men hold other single men accountable at our events, and our thoughts on why that doesn't happen more often. Plus, big life changes are teased.... To enter the Shivers holiday giveaway, comment under the Shivers post on our Instagram, https://instagram.com/fpspodmedia or our X, https://x.com/fpswingers. Winner will be chosen next Monday, January 22nd at 8 pm PST! Get started on your peptide or GLP-1 journey by scheduling a consultation with us at https://revitaglowmeds.com To hear more about Brenna's new professional world, join our Patreon community at https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers Get a FREE month of Kasidie access! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Join us for an upcoming event, including our Wifey.com sponsored AVN party: https://members.frontporchswingers.com  

Bonus Episode: The Tramp, Brady and Bree sit down and share some juicy details about their play sessions. Visit us at UnapologeticSwingers.comAlso visit our partners: Shivers.Store and use the discount US at checkout for 10% off your order and our newest sponsor, The Scarlet Ranch! Colorado's premier Lifestyle club

Today's tip features Horse Radio Network founder Glenn the Geek and co-host Ashley having a chat with Dr. Audrey Declue about Shivers.Host: Coach JennTodays contributors: Horses In The Morning, Dr. Audrey Declue from DeClue Equine, LLC, host of The Horse First PodcastSupport provided by Equestrian PlusAdditional support for this episode provided by HRN AuditorsListen to more podcasts for horse people at Horse Radio Network

Cozy up by the fireplace with some weird listener medical questions. What's the difference between a disease and a disorder? Where does the extra blood during pregnancy come from? Did getting my gallbladder removed change my taste buds?  Plus an update on the CDC website's recent posting about vaccines.Music: "Medicines" by The Taxpayers https://taxpayers.bandcamp.com/Native American Aid: https://nativepartnership.org/naa/

We spent a weekend in Detroit to host the Real Hotwives of Detroit at Hidden Agenda. And the experience has spurred MANY conversations between us about club quality and the standard lifestylers should demand from club owners and event organizers. Plus, a little bit on the naughtiness Brian got up to.... Get on the peptide train! https://revitaglowmeds.com Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Get bonus episodes and more by joining our Patreon community! https://patreon.com/frontporchswingers Try Kasidie FREE for a whole month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Get 15% off your first Shivers order with code FPS at https://shivers.store  

Movin' on up! To the (more) east side. We finally got a piece of the pie (for the last time) after finishing our SIN event and before the Temptation Cruise. Like smart people we're exhausted, tired, dirty and cranky - so nothing has changed. SIN was the best event ever, well-behaved guests that always surprise us on how much they love to play! Richard and Lauren felt like proud mamma and pappa, like their job has been done! Richard uses a TabuToys blowjob machine to ejaculate on air in record time. Hear how his new toy feels - not looks!When giving farewells after playing with another couple, is a fist bump acceptable?We interview guests at SIN about admiration, who they want to f@#k at the party, and why they love us.Richard uses his creepy Urologist Degree to get sex, while, once again, proving his degree is super fake. Richard decides he was the one in our foursome that no one wanted to play with (just like in elementary school.) Was he the ‘one' in the ‘Take one for the Team'?We ventured into the playroom on the last night. We tried to stay in sexy mode, but couldn't.#bestguestsever #tinysombreros #AutoblowAI Check our sponsors:Tabutoys.com (15% promo code: ROOM77) Check out AUTOBLOW AI ULTRA (like Richard!)Shivers.store (10% promo code: R77) THC GUMMIES; LEGAL MUSHROOMSBikiniAddiction.com (10% promo code: ROOM77) LIMITED EDITION COMING BLACK FRIDAY!!Patreon Help us #keepitupSave Money on your Desire / Temptation /Hedo trip* with Lauren and get a free Bikini Addiction bikini!

After a 5 year hiatus from swapping with couples, we did it! Hear our thoughts on the experience, and if we plan to continue pursuing couple play in the future. Plus, this foursome might have Brenna considering a brand new type of play... Join us for an upcoming event: https://members.frontporchswingers.com Try Kasidie FREE for a month! Click on the Kasidie banner at https://frontporchswingers.com Get a free TRT, peptide, or weight loss consultation today at https://revitaglowmeds.com Get 15% off your first Shivers order with code FPS at https://shivers.store  

In celebration of its 50th anniversary, we're revisiting David Cronenberg's classic "sex slug" film, Shivers (1975). C/W: sexual assault, statutory rapeAn isolated Montreal apartment complex comes under attack by a parasitic aphrodisiac venereal disease in the famed Canada director's genre debut, which a) nearly went to Hollywood and b) was publicly attacked because the movie was funded by taxpayer dollars. Plus: searching for a protagonist; low-fi FX that hold up; the nonchalant acceptance of the rape of a minor; threatening queer sexuality; and an all-timer ending in the pool!Questions? Comments? Snark? Connect with the boys on BlueSky, Instagram, Youtube, Letterboxd, Facebook, or join the Facebook Group or the Horror Queers Discord to get in touch with other listeners.> Trace: @tracedthurman (BlueSky)/ @tracedthurman (Instagram)> Joe: @joelipsett (BlueSky) / @bstolemyremote (Instagram) Be sure to support the boys on Patreon!  Theme Music: Alexander Nakarada    Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.