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"In this solo monologue, Aaron Werner reflects on a simple coaching lesson that became a framework for leadership, personal growth, and continuous improvement. As 2025 is coming to a close, this episode challenges listeners to stay curious, question habits, and find better, more efficient ways to work, train, and lead into 2026. Terry Moor Ted Talk ""How To Tie Your Shoes"": https://youtu.be/zAFcV7zuUDA?si=vH_Gwq7pqr6VDzqI"   ----------------------- Go to MacuHealth.com and use the coupon code PODCAST2024 at checkout for special discounts Let's Connect! Follow and join the conversation! Instagram: @aaron_werner_vision

Recycling isn't just about cardboard, cans and plastic.  Charitable Union CEO Teresa Allen talks to Community Matters about their textile recycling program which gives your old, soiled clothes (including athletic shoes) a new life in some unexpected ways to benefit the planet. Episode ResourcesCharitable Union WebsiteTo make a donation to Charitable Union Click HereABOUT COMMUNITY MATTERSFormer WBCK Morning Show host Richard Piet (2014-2017) returns to host Community Matters, an interview program focused on community leaders and newsmakers in and around Battle Creek. Community Matters is heard Saturdays, 8:00 AM Eastern on WBCK-FM (95.3) and anytime at battlecreekpodcast.com.Community Matters is sponsored by Lakeview Ford Lincoln and produced by Livemic Communications.Do you have a non-profit you'd like to hear highlighted on Community Matters? Go to our website and let us know!

Bonus Episode this week, Six Star and Eric were guest on the Runnah Podcast, hosted by Julianna Coughlin. In this episode of the Runnah Podcast, hosts Julianna welcomes Eric, and Six Star Erika to discuss their backgrounds in running, the importance of community, and the unique culture of ultra running. They share personal stories, the significance of storytelling in building connections, and the impact of their podcast on the running community. The conversation highlights the relatability of running experiences, including the humorous and challenging moments that all runners face. In this conversation, Julianna, Eric, and Erika discuss their experiences with recognition in the podcasting community, the importance of building connections through running, and their preferences in running shoes. They share personal anecdotes about live shows, social anxiety, and the joy of connecting with others. The discussion also touches on the fun of podcasting, social media, and their mascot, Stoolie, who travels the world with their stickers.Chapters00:00 Intro02:17 Running Backgrounds: From Imposter Syndrome to Expertise05:09 The Love for Races and Community08:14 The Storytelling Aspect of Podcasting11:13 Creating a Welcoming Running Community14:12 The Humor in Running: Code Brown Stories17:58 Creating a Community of Voices20:16 Local Connections and Impact22:52 The Ultra Running Experience26:06 The Value of Medals and Recognition29:38 Moments of Recognition and Acceptance35:18 Building Connections and Friendships38:49 The Power of Running Shoes40:58 Shoe Preferences and Experiences45:53 The Importance of Shoe Rotation50:03 Shoe Care and Maintenance53:04 Connecting Through Running and CommunityTakeawaysNo one asks for credentials in social media.Many runners are unaware of their shoe brands.Imposter syndrome is common among runners.The marathon distance is a favorite for many.Ultra running creates a unique community vibe.Every distance runner has a memorable poop story.Storytelling is key to connecting with the audience.Recognition can be surprising and rewarding.Building community is essential in running.The podcast aims to share relatable running experiences. Recognition can come from unexpected places.Community acceptance is a rewarding experience.Building friendships through shared interests is invaluable.Live shows create unique opportunities for connection.Social anxiety can be managed through community engagement.Running shoes can be both functional and fun.It's important to have a good support system while traveling.Social media can enhance connections and friendships.Podcasting is a collaborative and enjoyable endeavor.Having a mascot like Stoolie adds a fun element to the podcast.Strava GroupLinktree - Find everything hereInstagram - Follow us on the gram YouTube - Subscribe to our channel Patreon - Support usThreadsEmail us at OnTheRunsPod@gmail.com Don't Fear The Code Brown and Don't Forget To Stretch!

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(00:00-2:42) This video doesn't play. We're gonna do a little quickie to get back on track and JR is gonna join us next.(2:50-21:46) Is this Ellie Goulding? Martin's dad shoes. Looks like he coaches freshmen basketball and teaches physics. Shoe cleaning talk. Jeremy Rutherford joins us in studio talking his roundtable AMA with Doug Armstrong. Candid comments talking about what's gone wrong. Armstrong feels like this team should be much better. The Kyrou-Thomas-Buchnevich core. No untouchables. Binnington's play as of late.(21:56-40:55) JR has an optional skate he's gotta get to later. Two-part questions with JR. Nick Saban buying into the Nashville Predators. Binnington's trade value depending on how he plays in the Olympics. No pushback from the Blues on his article after the Dallas game. JR's feature on Kelly Chase's night at the Enterprise Center. Laila Anderson. Number 39 going in the rafters at some point.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Do you ever catch yourself thinking, “Things are good right now… which probably means something bad is coming”? Maybe life feels calm on the surface, but inside you're tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. You tell yourself you're just being realistic or not getting your hopes up, but the truth is, living with that mindset is exhausting. If you've ever struggled to actually enjoy a good season because your body doesn't trust it, this episode is for you. Rooting for you, Jessica Next steps: Get my free 3-day study and learn how to deal with your emotions in a biblical way: https://www.jessicahottle.com/3-day-study/ Learn more about working with me 1:1 as your mental health coach: https://www.jessicahottle.com/mental-health-coaching Or book your free 20-minute consultation here! Check out my biblical studies: https://www.jessicahottle.com/shop Work with me in my Untangle Your Thoughts program: https://www.jessicahottle.com/heal Email me at >> jessica@jessicahottle.com The information shared in this podcast is for educational and informational purposes only and is not intended as medical or clinical advice. While we discuss mental health topics, this is not a substitute for professional care. Please consult with a qualified healthcare provider for advice specific to your situation.

Grim and James are joined by Jerry Cthulhu, Nickie the Dude, RSHarmful, Pirateshipping, Endless, Anubis, Zac Hawkins, Mellowhorus, and Suzanne! Enjoy the chat!! Email me for the Guilded chatroom link! Check out our anime review show Shonen Dump www.shonendump.com James Cruz Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/cruz_controllin Grimsteak Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/grimcrt Grimsteak Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@grimsteak Send us hatemail or love mail at grimsteak@gmail.com Live Show Every Tuesday at 9pm est on CwS Radio https://s3.radio.co/s230f698de/listen Check out Jerry's show "Nox Mente' at https://noxmente.simplecast.com/

The holidays are in full swing, and we're pulling back the curtain on one of the most anticipated running-shoe launches of the year. The brand-new Brooks Glycerin Flex is here, and we have Nikhil Jain, Director of Product Line Management at Brooks Running–and the mind helping steer innovation behind the brand–joining us to break it all down.The Glycerin Flex is an all-new, highly cushioned running shoe debuting in early 2026 that offers a smoother, more flexible ride compared to the standard Glycerin.Nikhil Jain himself brings unmatched insight into the art and science of building world-class running shoes. From line planning to forecasting; from creative problem-solving to leading teams that shape what millions of runners feel underfoot; he offers a rare look into Brooks' product engine. Whether you're a shoe nerd, a data-driven athlete, or just curious about what makes the Glycerin Flex so different, this is required listening. If you're interested in delving into the experience of the future of cushioning in running straight from the source, this is the place to be.Tap into the Nikhil Jain Special.If you enjoy the podcast, please consider following us on Spotify and Apple Podcasts and giving us a five-star review! I would also appreciate it if you share it with your friend who you think will benefit from it. Comment the word “PODCAST” below and I'll DM you a link to listen. If this episode blesses you, please share it with a friend!S H O W  N O T E S-The Run Down By The Running Effect (our new newsletter!): https://tinyurl.com/mr36s9rs-Our Website: https://therunningeffect.run -THE PODCAST ON YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClLcLIDAqmJBTHeyWJx_wFQ-My Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/therunningeffect/?hl=en⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠-Take our podcast survey: https://tinyurl.com/3ua62ffz

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This might be the most underrated golf trip on the East Coast—and we're breaking down the exact itinerary (courses, stays, eats, and a wild off-course surprise) to prove it. In this episode of the golf podcast, we may have just found your next great golf trip — and it's in a place you probably wouldn't expect: the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We break down why OBX is a legit hidden gem for golfers, with an awesome mix of courses (coastal vibes, water views, wind, and totally different layouts from day to day), plus plenty to do off the course if you're bringing family or non-golfers. We also share how easy it is to get there (drive from the Northeast or fly into Norfolk and make a quick hop down), and why fall is the sweet spot for conditions and pricing. We walk through our itinerary, including where we stayed at Kilmarlic Golf Club's cottages, how we packed in 36-hole days with minimal driving, and the standout food stops like NC Coast Grill, JK's steakhouse, and North Carolina barbecue. We also talk about one of the coolest non-golf experiences in the area: a wild horse tour in Corolla. If you're looking for an underrated, easy-to-plan golf trip with big destination energy, this one belongs on your shortlist.   Listen to This Week's Show Download on iTunes here Listen on Spotify here Thanks to this Week's Sponsors Titleist is committed to ensuring that every golf ball delivers superior quality and consistency.  From ball to ball, dozen to dozen we should expect our golf ball to perform exactly the same way, shot after shot. That's why Titleist owns the design, the technology and the manufacturing to make sure consistency spot on every time. They even conduct all the testing and quality checks to make sure nothing slips through the cracks.  Titleist is the #1 ball for every player and the #1 ball in golf.  Choose the best for your game and find out more at Titleist.com. Trust your golf game to FootJoy, the number one Shoe in Golf. Shop now at FootJoy.com. Thanks for tuning to The Golf Podcast! Cover Image via X

What were the best tennis racquets, shoes, and strings of 2025—according to players who actually tested them? In this podcast episode, our playtest team sits down to break down the tennis gear that truly stood out after months of on-court testing. With so many new racquets, shoes, and string setups released every year, it's easy to waste money on gear that doesn't match your game. This episode is designed to help competitive and passionate players cut through the noise and confidently choose equipment that delivers real performance—not just hype. Our playtesters share honest opinions on what worked, what surprised us, and what didn't live up to expectations. You'll hear: The best tennis racquets of 2025 for spin, control, and all-court play The most comfortable and durable tennis shoes of 2025 The top tennis strings and setups our testers trusted in matches Sleeper picks that flew under the radar Which gear is worth upgrading to—and what you can skip If you're planning your next gear upgrade or just want expert insight before you buy, this episode gives you a clear plan to avoid costly mistakes and play with more confidence in 2026.

12-15 Sportsphone KNBR Hour 1: Dieter Kurtenbach breaks down the Brandon Aiyuk saga, Ricky Pearsall filling his shoes, Ricky's injury, & the Niners team humming on all cylinders vs the TitansSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hey Guys, If you have a lot of shoes but still feel like you're always wearing the same pair, this episode will help you clear out what isn't being used so your home. Shoes are one of the easiest categories to accumulate and one of the hardest to manage because they tend to live out in the open. They pile up by the door, on the floor, in closets, and under beds. Even when you're not consciously thinking about them, they add visual clutter and take up physical space. This episode walks you through a practical, no-overthinking way to declutter your shoes based on how you actually live now. XO, Amber   Episode 315 – Wardrobe Series -  Introduction to the Wardrobe Series Tops Episode 316 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Prep + Sort Hanging Tops by Category Episode 317 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Declutter Your Hanging Tops Episode 318 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Declutter Your Folded Tops Bottoms Episode 319 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Your Jeans Episode 320 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Pants Episode 321 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Skirts Episode 322 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Leggings & Casual Pants One-Pieces Episode 323 – Wardrobe Series – One-Pieces: Declutter Your Dresses, Rompers, Etc. Everything Else Episode 324 – Wardrobe Series –  Shoes Coming up... Episode 325 – Wardrobe Series – Undergarments & Swimwear Episode 326 – Wardrobe Series – Jackets + Coats Episode 327 – Wardrobe Series –  Accessories (belts, scarves, hats) How This Series Works • One small category at a time • Clear, doable steps in every episode • Focused attention so you can actually finish each section   Looking forward to seeing your progress in the free Facebook group.  To join click below... https://www.facebook.com/groups/declutteryourchaos/ Download my free decluttering planner here: https://declutteryourchaos.com/decluttering-planner Let's connect:

From glass shoes to bold business moves, Yasmin Leour is building her creative empire one innovative idea at a time! In this episode, we dive into Yasmin's incredible journey—starting with crafting intricate glass heels as wearable art, to launching her boutique clothing line, Jackson's Crab Counter, and her signature seasonings. Learn how she transformed her creativity into multiple thriving businesses, gained traction on social media, and even ventured into reality TV. Whether it's fashion, food, or renters' rights advocacy, Yasmin's passion and entrepreneurial spirit shine through. Don't miss this inspiring story of resilience, hustle, and success!

Hey Guys, If you have a lot of shoes but still feel like you're always wearing the same pair, this episode will help you clear out what isn't being used so your home. Shoes are one of the easiest categories to accumulate and one of the hardest to manage because they tend to live out in the open. They pile up by the door, on the floor, in closets, and under beds. Even when you're not consciously thinking about them, they add visual clutter and take up physical space. This episode walks you through a practical, no-overthinking way to declutter your shoes based on how you actually live now. XO, Amber   Episode 315 – Wardrobe Series -  Introduction to the Wardrobe Series Tops Episode 316 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Prep + Sort Hanging Tops by Category Episode 317 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Declutter Your Hanging Tops Episode 318 – Wardrobe Series – Tops: Declutter Your Folded Tops Bottoms Episode 319 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Your Jeans Episode 320 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Pants Episode 321 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Skirts Episode 322 – Wardrobe Series – Bottoms: Declutter Leggings & Casual Pants One-Pieces Episode 323 – Wardrobe Series – One-Pieces: Declutter Your Dresses, Rompers, Etc. Everything Else Episode 324 – Wardrobe Series –  Shoes Coming up... Episode 325 – Wardrobe Series – Undergarments & Swimwear Episode 326 – Wardrobe Series – Jackets + Coats Episode 327 – Wardrobe Series –  Accessories (belts, scarves, hats) How This Series Works • One small category at a time • Clear, doable steps in every episode • Focused attention so you can actually finish each section   Looking forward to seeing your progress in the free Facebook group.  To join click below... https://www.facebook.com/groups/declutteryourchaos/ Download my free decluttering planner here: https://declutteryourchaos.com/decluttering-planner Let's connect:

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Ever clicked a ShopMy link and wondered what's actually happening behind the scenes? Today on Let's Get Dressed, I'm sitting down with Tiffany Lopinsky, the co-founder and president of ShopMy. Now a billion-dollar business, ShopMy is powering affiliate links for nearly 200,000 creators and thousands of brands, with the power to dramatically disrupt the marketing industry and the way we shop. We get into how affiliate really works, why follower count doesn't equal sales, consumer behaviors, and what ShopMy's new shopper app and circles mean for the future of personal shopping.Download the ShopMy here https://apps.apple.com/us/app/shopmy/id6443850511Get 20% an annual membership of our newsletter, Let's Get Dressed, here https://letsgetdressed.substack.com/lgdLove the show? Follow us and leave a review on Apple Podcasts and Spotify. To watch this episode, head to YouTube.com/@LivvPerezFor more behind-the-scenes, follow Liv on Instagram, @LivvPerez, on TikTok @Livv.Perez, and shop her closet here https://shopmy.us/livvperezSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this episode we get into the different fashion trends that was loved by the masses but were terrible during the early 2000's. Shoes that used to hold weight during the 90's that wouldn't do well if released currently. Aging out of rap: are rap artists given the same room as other legacy acts to grow old and still make music? We've got that and much more... This is Views From The 7!

For a visual, check out our video on YouTube www.youtube.com/@lettyrunsAlso Check out our newest platform www.marathonjournal.com The world of running footwear is undergoing a radical shift! Tune in as we unveil the biggest 2026 running shoe trendsseen at the International Running Expo and The Running Event. The major takeaway? Global challengers like Anta, HiRacer, 910, 361, Kiprun and Swiftwick are bringing high-performance carbon plate shoes to the US market at unprecedented low prices (think $130 super shoes!). We break down the specs of these game-changing, affordable racers and cover the simultaneous rise of max cushion shoes (like the Rad UFO) focused on durability and recovery. Find out which new brand offers the best value for your next marathon and how this price war benefits your training.Thank you for watching! If you enjoyed this content, be sure to give this video a like and subscribe to the channel for more marathon content.

In this podcast episode of Previously On, fangirl Jillian and her husband Tyler break down Heated Rivalry Episode 4 “Rose." They start with the big news that Heated Rivalry has officially been renewed for Season 2 before breaking down the timeline and how Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov's relationship has evolved.Then they unpack the episode's heartbreaking themes and the emotional toll of Shane and Ilya having to pass as completely straight in professional hockey. They also break down that intimate evening at Ilya's house - complete with tuna melts, ginger ale, and couch cuddling - and why Shane runs out. They discuss the introduction of Rose Landry and the episode's standout music moment, which perfectly captures the ache at the heart of Shane and Ilya's story. #heatedrivalry #podcast #recap 00:00:00 Intro to podcast00:01:10 Season 2 announced and predictions00:04:52 Apologies, corrections, notes 00:07:03 Timelines and opening montage00:14:26 Top 5 Moments of Shane and Ilya Having to Pass as Completely Straight Hockey Players00:15:54 Shane with Hayden00:18:14 Svetlana asking about Jane00:19:33 Swedish princess at Wimbledon00:22:15 Ilya yelling "I need to get laid!"00:23:11 Ilya and Shane dancing at the club00:24:40 "All The Things She Said" by t.A.T.u.00:27:22 Shane and Ilya's sexual identity00:31:39 Ginger ale00:33:22 Hooking up leads to intimacy00:35:15 Shane and Ilya's relationship00:43:00 Shane meets Rose Landry00:46:03 Ending - crosscutting thinking of each other00:50:04 Tyler's Takes00:50:32 Mr. Real Estate00:51:26 Shane's commercials00:52:07 Sexting00:52:47 Season schedule calendar00:53:26 Shoes off and boring00:55:09 Hollander passing with Western last name00:55:46 Ryan Price00:56:56 What's the deal with Miles?Buy our merch: ⁠https://www.etsy.com/shop/PreviouslyOnTeenTV⁠Follow Previously On Teen TV on Instagram: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/previouslyon_teentv/Follow Previously On Teen TV on TikTok: ⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@previouslyon_teentv⁠⁠Subscribe to our YouTube: ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCe2lgvvZGKMrQ8v24FmDdWQ?sub_confirmation=1⁠

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

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From glass shoes to bold business moves, Yasmin Leour is building her creative empire one innovative idea at a time! In this episode, we dive into Yasmin's incredible journey—starting with crafting intricate glass heels as wearable art, to launching her boutique clothing line, Jackson's Crab Counter, and her signature seasonings. Learn how she transformed her creativity into multiple thriving businesses, gained traction on social media, and even ventured into reality TV. Whether it's fashion, food, or renters' rights advocacy, Yasmin's passion and entrepreneurial spirit shine through. Don't miss this inspiring story of resilience, hustle, and success!

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When Mandy started reminiscing with her sisters about old-school shoe trends, we had to jump in! In this episode, Scotch, Tank, and Mandy take a trip down memory lane to talk about the most iconic shoes from high school days—from chunky sneakers to must-have brands. Plus, we asked our text club listeners to share their favorites, and the responses were amazing! If you love nostalgia, fashion trends, and listener interaction, this episode is for you.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week Paula is in Qatar, so Eric and Nick held down the fort until TTL Development Team athlete Lydia Russell joined for some fun. We started by talking about Alex Yee's incredible marathon in Valencia, outlined an exciting TTL training camp for early next year, and then got into questions. This week we covered:• Our running shoe rotation• What to do when your snorkel starts taking on water• Gravel tire options for snowy conditions• Racing 70.3s while training for a full Ironman• How to get past a swimming plateau• The correct number of cats for a 2:1 cat to bike ratioA big thank you to our podcast supporters who keep the podcast alive! To submit a question for the podcast and to become a podcast supporter, head over to ThatTriathlonLife.com/podcastTTL Base Camp 2026

Another major PGA TOUR star may be on the brink of joining LIV—and the ripple effects could reshape both leagues. In this week's episode of The Golf Podcast we'll break down the latest—and potentially most impactful—rumor in the ongoing PGA TOUR vs. LIV Golf saga this year. Reports indicate that another major PGA TOUR player may be in late-stage talks with LIV Golf, and the implications go far beyond a simple signing. We discuss how Si Woo Kim has become the center of these negotiations, why his possible move could lead to Kevin Na being stripped of his LIV captaincy, and what it would mean for the newly rebranded Becko East team heading into the 2026 season. We also dive into the speculation surrounding other big South Korean names like Sungjae Im and Tom Kim, what's confirmed, what's been debunked, and what still feels very much in play. From LIV's push toward a more global team identity to the PGA TOUR's potential reduced schedule, structural overhaul, and growing player frustration, we explore how these shifts may influence future defections. We also touch on the swirling rumors about Brooks Koepka's contract, the PGA TOUR's reaction to LIV's momentum, and how looming OWGR changes could reshape both leagues. It's a packed episode with breaking news, player reactions, and plenty of context to understand what this next wave of movement could mean for professional golf.   Listen to This Week's Show Download on iTunes here Listen on Spotify here Thanks to this Week's Sponsors Titleist is committed to ensuring that every golf ball delivers superior quality and consistency.  From ball to ball, dozen to dozen we should expect our golf ball to perform exactly the same way, shot after shot. That's why Titleist owns the design, the technology and the manufacturing to make sure consistency spot on every time. They even conduct all the testing and quality checks to make sure nothing slips through the cracks.  Titleist is the #1 ball for every player and the #1 ball in golf.  Choose the best for your game and find out more at Titleist.com. Trust your golf game to FootJoy, the number one Shoe in Golf. Shop now at FootJoy.com. Thanks for tuning to The Golf Podcast! Cover Image via X

I took some time last night to watch a special on ESPN - a 30 for 30 documentary on Stuart Scott. Find some more info HERE. It really got me thinking about things. It was emotional, reflective, powerful and to me, it directly connected to a post today from Mark Hickie (@MPHickie). The post reminded us that “small steps do matter”. Mark reminds us to “Live our truth boldly, stand in your honesty, and remember - your happiness begins the moment you stop shrinking who you are to fit who others want you to be.” All of us need the reminder that we can be who we are. But in order for that to happen, we need to continue to work on ourselves to be our best, to chase after what we've been called to do and to keep being difference-makers for others as well. Powerful thoughts rolling around here for me and I hope it helps you to connect to some for yourself too.  Thanks for listening.  Please take a few moments to subscribe & share this with someone, also leave a 5 Star rating on Apple Podcasts and ITunes or other services where you find this show.  Find me on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/coachtoexpectsuccess/   on Twitter / “X”:  @coachtosuccess   and on Instagram at:  @coachjohndaly  - My YouTube Channel is at: Coach John Daly.   Email me at: CoachJohnDalyPodcast@gmail.com     You can also head on over to https://www.coachtoexpectsuccess.com/ and get in touch with me there on my homepage along with checking out my Top Book list too.  Other things there on my site are being worked on too.  Please let me know that you are reaching out to me from my podcast.

Help us with our Jeffrey Award Winners by voting here: https://forms.gle/GAcHKf5QZrR7GAR79The Month of Jeff continues with another elite Jeff: Jeff Dengate, better known on the internet as @dengatorade. Jeff is the director of product testing and de facto runner in chief at Runner's World, and one of the most experienced shoe and gear testers in the world. He walks me through how Runner's World actually tests shoes with hundreds of wear testers, why some products never make it to a review, and how he personally ends up in well over 100 different pairs of shoes every year.We get into what trust looks like in the age of AI, affiliate links, and endless gear noise, and why having a real human you can bump into at a race still matters. Jeff talks about the changing landscape at Runner's World, the COVID running boom, how trail and ultra fit into the broader running world, and why the world marathon majors craze is exploding. We cover super shoes, sky high prices, why comfort still rules, why you probably do not need a 300 dollar racer to start running, and yes, we revisit my infamous Runner's World Crocs 5K headline. We finish with his case for Jeff of the Year, including BQing three times in a year and rotating through more shoes than most runners log runs.Follow Jeff Dengate: https://www.instagram.com/dengateradeShow supported by Janji.com, Garagegrowngear.com, and CSinstant.coffeeChapters04:00 Introduction to Dengatorade and Running Background06:54 Role at Runner's World and Product Testing09:38 The Art of Product Reviews12:26 Navigating AI in the Running Community15:08 Revenue Streams and Content Creation at Runner's World17:50 Understanding Runner's Needs and Popular Topics20:43 Shoe Testing and Personal Experiences23:25 Finding the Right Shoe for You25:59 The Evolution of Running Gear and Nutrition28:59 Excitement in Running and Gear Unboxing31:42 Jeff's Unique Journey to the NBA37:16 The Journey of a Sports Journalist40:06 Impact of COVID-19 on Running Community43:33 The Growth of Trail and Ultra Running48:20 Trends in the Running IndustrySubscribe to Substack: http://freeoutside.substack.comSupport this content on patreon: HTTP://patreon.com/freeoutsideBuy my book "Free Outside" on Amazon: https://amzn.to/39LpoSFEmail me to buy a signed copy of my book, "Free Outside" at jeff@freeoutside.comWatch the movie about setting the record on the Colorado Trail: https://tubitv.com/movies/100019916/free-outsideWebsite: www.Freeoutside.comInstagram: thefreeoutsidefacebook: www.facebook.com/freeoutside

Walmart drones could soon be delivering groceries in Central Florida, You might want to pay attention to some results of a new sleep study, and how many hours will Americans spend on setting up new devices received this holiday season? Those stories and more in this week's 'Tech it Out'

VP of Interns Christopher joins Pat and Clayton in studio for the first time! They're previewing the opening weekend of James L. Brooks' ELLA MCCAY starring Woody Harrelson, Jamie Lee Curtis, Ayo Edebiri and Albert Brooks. Can this legendary director survive both the opening weekend and The Ella Shoe Challenge meme? We break down what's at stake. Plus we talk long range prospects for the movies PRIMATE and THE SIMPSONS MOVIE PART 2. Has our intern ever heard of The Simpsons or the phrase "weezin' the juice"? It's a shocking new episode. Remember to Rate (5 Stars), Review (Great show, blah, blah, blah) and Follow us on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/b-o-boys-movie-box-office/id1489892648 E-mail us: theboboyspodcast@gmail.com   Subscribe on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@theboboyspodcast   Follow us on TikTok and Instagram: @TheBOBoysPod   Subscribe to us on Substack: https://substack.com/@theboboys Our AWESOME artwork was provided by the talented Ellie Skrzat. Check out her work at https://ellieskrzat.com/ Thanks to WannaBO VP of Interns Christopher for running our social media! ---

Everyone around me seems to have a smooth forehead — but does that mean I should too? Welcome back to Shoe Therapy, a Dinner for Shoes podcast miniseries that consists of real talk in really good shoes. In this episode, host Sarah Wasilak asks the question so many of us are quietly wrestling with: Is botox my kind of beauty? At 33, Sarah opens up about feeling the pressure to have a smooth forehead in a world (and algorithm) that seems to expect it. She shares her honest back-and-forth on booking — and delaying — her botox appointment, why self-expression feels like her truest form of beauty, and how timeless pieces, like her outfit and favorite jewelry, remind her that originality never goes out of style.THESE SHOESSalvatore Ferragamo Pump ShoeTHIS OUTFITShop my lookZara dressSaint Sass tightsZara bangleBaubleBar earringsTHESE CHAPTERS00:00 INTRO02:26 THE OUTFIT BEHIND THE SHOES05:31 MY STRUGGLE WITH BOTOX09:01 WHY WE ALL WANT BOTOX10:30 WHY I HAVEN'T GOTTEN BOTOX YETTHIS PRODUCTIONis created, written, hosted, and produced by Sarah Wasilak.is creative directed and executive produced by Megan Kai.is tech supervised by Nick.includes photos and videos in chronological order by Sarah Wasilak, @schlessingermd TikTok, and @paypayfinds TikTok. is made with love.Dinner for Shoes is a podcast about style and identity, bridging the gap for anyone who has ever felt like fashion is an exclusive world. Host and shopping director Sarah Wasilak serves thoughtful conversations about industry trends, personal expression, inclusivity, and real life topics. Her Shoe Therapy series brings in honest discussions about mental health with her signature humor and warmth. Each episode begins with a shoe on her plate and shifts into a relaxed dinner style conversation, with appearances from her cats and a bit of humor peppered on top.Dinner for Shoes podcast episodes are released weekly on YouTube, Spotify, and Apple. You can follow along for updates, teasers, and more on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook. If there are any fashion topics you've been pondering or good eats you think Sarah should try, don't hesitate to send a DM or an email.Dinner for Shoes is an original by The Kai Productions.Follow Dinner for Shoes: @dinnerforshoes on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube Follow host Sarah Wasilak: @slwasz on Instagram Follow producer Megan Kai: @megankaii on Instagram Get in touch: dinnerforshoes@gmail.comTo make this video more accessible, check out YouDescribe, a web-based platform that offers a free audio description tool for viewers who are blind or visually impaired.

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With 2026 right around the corner, we've got a series of conversations with running brand to take a deep dive on the shoes they've got coming up next year. Andrea is joined by Mizuno's Shunsuke Aoi, Global Product Line Manager to take a look at their brand new Hyperwarp line of racing shoes (Pure, Pro, and Elite). They also discuss what we can expect to see in the updates to the fan-favorite Neo Zen and Neo Vista models. Read our Hyperwarp Pure review here, and keep an eye out for reviews of the Elite & Pro models: https://www.doctorsofrunning.com/2025/12/mizuno-hyperwarp-pure-review-2026.htmlGet your DOR Merch: https://doctors-of-running.myspreadshop.com/Get 20% off your first order from Skratch with code: DOCTORSOFRUNNING! https://www.skratchlabs.comChapters0:00 - Intro1:06 - An overview of Mizuno's new racing line6:42 - The development of the Hyperwarp line8:32 - Hyperwarp Pure11:26 - Hyperwarp Elite16:20 - Plate design23:20 - Hyperwarp Pro29:06 - The future of the Rebellion line30:42 - What's next for the Neo line38:28 - The future of the Wave Rider41:16 - What 2026 holds for Mizuno45:36 - Wrap-up

Sean and Ryan talk about potential trades, injuries, the coaching carousel, and more.

We had one of the most fun sports-watching weekends of our lives before this great episode! The main science topic was a new study on Kilian Jornet at Western States, breaking down his fueling, the metabolic demand, and lots more. Kilian is also the 2nd author on the paper! We've said it before and we'll say it again: In a world of external monitors, be the rectal thermometer.We also talked about the amazing saga of USA Skimo's Olympic qualification, featuring trail runners Anna Gibson and Cam Smith. This story needs to be a movie! In the meantime, a podcast will have to do.And this episode was full of amazing topics! Other topics: David's bad experience at the track, when data and belief conflict, Courtney Dauwalter's blazing fast marathon time, a shoe review rant, what it means to improve VO2 max, why effort is cool, hemoglobin and hematocrit levels, training through colds, and the perils of NCAA running and short-term incentive structures.This episode finishes with the most joyous time of all: A PERIOD PARTY. We love you all! HUZZAH!-David and MeganClick "Claim Your Sponsorship" for $40 free credit at The Feed here: thefeed.com/swap  Buy Janji's amazing gear: https://janji.com (code "SWAP")The Wahoo KICKR Run is the best treadmill on the market: https://www.wahoofitness.com/devices/running/treadmills/kickr-run-buy (code “SWAP”)For training plans, weekly bonus podcasts, articles, and videos: patreon.com/swap

Who were the best designers of Paris Fashion Week 2025?Sol and Michael are talking the future of fashion this week! The duo sit down with Mandy Lee (aka oldloserinbrooklyn) to chat about fashion trend forecasting before TikTok existed (and TikTok fashion trends), microtrends vs macro trends (and why everyone's obsessed with ranking them), the Simone Rocha bride aesthetic, designer fashion show debuts in 2025, what it's really like being a Gen Z fashion influencer, how TikTok changed fashion predictions forever, the politics of fashion discourse (and why fashion people need to touch grass), pandemic TikTok origin stories (chainmail, anyone?), freaky shoes collections, why the fashion industry ate its own during COVID layoffs, fashion community building, Neo-punk revivalism right-wing mommy influencers (yes, that's a thing, apparently), and whether liberals are losing the culture war on the internet (among other things)!Want to support the podcast? Subscribe to our HeroHero for giveaways, extra episodes, and more!We hope you enjoy just as much as we did recording!Lots of love!Sol---Episode tags: trend forecasting, microtrends 2025, Simone Rocha, old loser in Brooklyn, Mandy Lee, TikTok fashion, Gen Z fashion trends, designer debuts 2025, fashion show rankings, Brooklyn fashion, pandemic TikTok, fashion predictions 2026, balletcore, coquette aesthetic, fashion industry, runway analysis, fashion podcast, fashion forecaster interview, Sandy Liang, quiet luxury, mob wife aesthetic, fashion and politics, neo-punk revival, fashion community, fashion discourse, freaky shoes, Y2K fashion, fashion career advice Sol Thompson and Michael Smith explore the world and subcultures of fashion, interviewing creators, personalities, and industry insiders to highlight the new vanguard of the fashion world. Subscribe for weekly uploads of the podcast, and don't forgot to follow us on our social channels for additional content, and join our discord to access what we've dubbed “the happiest place in fashion”.Message us with Business Inquiries at pairofkingspod@gmail.comSubscribe to get early access to podcasts and videos, and participate in exclusive giveaways for $4 a month Links: Instagram TikTok Twitter/X Sol's Substack (One Size Fits All) Sol's Instagram Michael's Instagram Michael's TikTok

Imagine launching a brand and making a million in sales in just a week. In today's episode, you'll hear from Brian Lockard, who launched a brand that aims to bring nurses shoes that make them feel like the respected professionals they are. Listen to the episode to hear what Brian has to say about founding BALA shoes: why he decided to market to nurses specifically, what it was like to go in on the brand 100%, and what Brian is doing to reach the next level of growth.Topics Discussed in Today's Episode:How Brian came up with the idea for BALA nursing shoesWhy Brian selected nurses as a market instead of going more broadlyHow Brian approached his finances when he was starting upThe influence that working at Nike had on the BALA When Brian started to see that they had a product that people wantedHow BALA's launch aligns with the narrative about fundraisingHow Brian came up with the name BALAThe most unexpected challenge Brian has hadBrian's favorite toolsAdvice Brian would give to a D2C founder starting todayThe nicest thing anyone has done for Brian in his careerResources:Brian LockardBALAJim Huffman websiteJim's TwitterGrowthHitThe Growth Marketer's Playbook

With 5150's 40th Anniversary quickly approaching it means the anniversary of everyone's favourite concert video, Van Halen: Live Without A Net, is also just around the corner! So, for this episode, the Bo-Hosts tracked down the most famous spray-painted concert footwear in the world: "The Hard Rock Holy-Grail of Thrown On-Stage  Items"... "The Rock 'n Roll equivalent of the Shroud of Turin", of course, we're referring to the shoes Sammy Hagar historically spray painted RED and YELLOW while New Halen stopped in New Haven! Join the Bo-Hosts as the talk with the shoe's owners, "Cinderella" Nancy McKenney, Debbie Bourdeau ( Nancy's New Haven partner in-crime) and friend Pete Pekarovic!  #IYKYKWanna make the pilgrimage to see where the shoes are enshrined?Visit Nancy's bar: Hops44, located at 625 Middle Turnpike Storrs, CT, we are 1/4 mile from the UCONN campus!Website:https://www.hops44.com/Nancy Dancing:https://www.youtube.com/clip/UgkxWxormhlHtYOLvO7cTLpcUggm6oa0G2kU"What is understood...NEED be discussed"Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100085582159917Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thebogusotisshow/?hl=enConnect with the Bo-Hosts:bogusotisshow@gmail.com

If you consider yourself a part of the chronically online club, come take a seat. On today's episode, I'm joined by my head of social and Darlington co-founder Lydia Berry to break down the biggest brand marketing moments of 2025 — the drops, collabs, and launches that we couldn't stop talking about.We get into Summer Fridays x Gap, Crown Affair, The Row, The Devil Wears Prada, Chanel and more. Plus, we chat about TikTok Shop being Gen Z's QVC, how Substack became everyone's new diary, wild postings, archives, and what trends we hope never return.Follow Lydia on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/lydberry/Get 20% an annual membership of our newsletter, Let's Get Dressed, here https://letsgetdressed.substack.com/lgdLove the show? Follow us and leave a review on Apple Podcasts and Spotify. To watch this episode, head to YouTube.com/@LivvPerezFor more behind-the-scenes, follow Liv on Instagram, @LivvPerez, on TikTok @Livv.Perez, and shop her closet here https://shopmy.us/livvperezSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This episode originally aired on February 2, 2022. If you've been moved by a story this year, text 'GIVE25' to 78679 to make a donation to The Moth today. In this hour devoted to stories about footwear, walk a mile in another person's shoes. Every journey begins with a single step, and hopefully, some comfortable kicks. This episode is hosted by Moth Senior Director Jenifer Hixson. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by The Moth and Jay Allison of Atlantic Public Media. Storytellers: Edgar Ruiz Jr. needs new sneakers while visiting his father in Puerto Rico. Satori Shakoor dresses up for a job interview but doesn't really want the job.   Isabelle Raphael finds herself in a pinch when she drops her keys down the elevator shaft. Sufian Zhemetov is pulled into a discussion on religion while shoe shopping.  Stacy Miller's new daughter needs new shoes.   Munjen Ng and his classmate pursue careers in design. Podcast # 753 To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices