Podcasts about Sisterhood

Margot Del Rey is a French born fashion veteran turned holistic postpartum and lactation specialist. After a transformative move to California, she founded Sisterhood, an integrative postpartum and motherhood support practice combining Ayurvedic care and yoga based healing. Connect with the guest: @with.sisterhood withsisterhood.com Informed Pregnancy Media and ⁠⁠⁠Mahmee⁠⁠⁠ present an all new podcast! One Way or a Mother is a new narrative podcast from Dr. Elliot Berlin, DC. Each season is an intimate story of one woman, one pregnancy, and all of the preparations, emotions, and personal history leading up to the birth. Episodes feature the expectant mother along with her family, doctors, and birth work team. Start listening to ⁠⁠⁠Episode 1: I Should Have Died⁠⁠⁠ featuring Arianna Lasry Keep up with Dr. Berlin and Informed Pregnancy Media online! ⁠⁠⁠informedpregnancy.com⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠@doctorberlin⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠X⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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In a candid interview with Tri Delta Chief Engagement Officer Elizabeth Howard DiMartino, Boston, Sash reflects on her journey from collegiate member to Fraternity President, offering a window into Tri Delta life in the 1950s and beyond, from June recruitment and curfews to the cultural shift of the late '60s and early '70s.You're sure to enjoy her candid memories, including the purchase of our first word processor, navigating board work by mail and expensive long-distance phone calls and her belief that leadership often begins by simply saying “yes.”Sprinkled with humor, history and gratitude, this episode is a true time capsule, a celebration of the past and an inspiration for the future. It's a reminder that while our world looks very different from how it did in 1955, our Purpose continues to guide us forward.

Welcome back to The Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., where strength, reinvention, and authenticity are always in style. Today, we're stepping into a powerful conversation about starting over, confidence, beauty, and dating — but not just at any age. We're talking life after 50. Our guest is Sandra Lena Silverman, better known as Sandy, a bestselling author, beauty rebel, and host of the candid podcast and talk show Party's Over. Sandy isn't just redefining aging — she's living proof that your second act can be your most radiant. She's walked the runways of New York Fashion Week and Paris Fashion Week, she's been on radio, and she's just released her second book. Through heartbreak, divorce, cosmetic transformation, and self-discovery, she's built a life grounded in vulnerability, confidence, and purpose. In this episode, we dive into the real talk: what it's like to reinvent yourself after divorce, the joy and challenge of dating in your 50s, and Sandy's unfiltered wisdom on beauty, anti-aging, and self-love from the inside out. If you're curious how to glow up — emotionally and physically — in midlife, this one's for you.

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Let's dig deep! On this episode of Chi O Conversations, we dive down deep with Sigma Lambda Sister, Nadia Bass, as she discusses her passion for environmental science, making coal mining more sustainable, and Chi Omega!

In this episode, Candice speaks with Amy and Nancy Harrington, founders of The Passionistas Project, a platform devoted to amplifying women's stories and celebrating their strength, creativity, and resilience. After interviewing hundreds of women, they have built a community that uplifts voices that are often overlooked. Their mission continues to grow through storytelling, connection, and their ongoing commitment to helping women feel seen, valued, and supported.As they share their journey, Amy and Paula talk about the power of listening, the beauty of everyday resilience, and the importance of building spaces where women can show up authentically. They highlight the women who have shaped them, the lessons they have learned through interviewing so many remarkable individuals, and how sisterhood can transform not only the lives of women but entire communities. In this episode, you'll hear about:How interviewing hundreds of women revealed common threads of strength and resilienceWhy The Passionistas Project was created and how it continues to evolveThe importance of giving women a safe space to share their true storiesLessons they learned from women who have overcome adversity with courage and graceHow storytelling builds connection, empathy, and empowermentTheir mission to ensure that every woman feels like she mattersThe vision for expanding their sisterhood and creating broader impact This episode is a beautiful reminder that every woman carries a powerful story, and when we make space for those stories to be heard, we create a world filled with compassion, connection, and possibility. About Amy and Nancy:Sisters and business partners, Amy and Nancy Harrington, are the Co-Founders of The Passionistas Project Sisterhood, an inclusive community where passion-driven women mostly from marginalized communities come to get support, find their purpose, and feel empowered to transform their lives and change the world.They have created a space where women from ALL backgrounds can come together and support each other in the areas of business development, personal growth, and social impact based on the principles of sisterhood — loyalty, trust, empathy, vulnerability, and joy.Both Co-Founders walked away from high-profile jobs in Hollywood to work together.Amy was the first woman in the history of the entertainment industry to hold the position of Vice President of Post Production & Visual Effects. While at Warner Bros., she worked on over 250 feature films like the Harry Potter and the Matrix franchises.Nancy had a successful graphic design business and theater company before creating Academy Award campaigns for Miramax.Their career as celebrity interviewers has included chats with Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Rita Moreno, Lily Tomlin, Laverne Cox, Carol Burnett, and more. Now through their global Passionistas Project Sisterhood, podcast and Power of Passionistas summit, they strive to inspire women to follow their passions and join forces in the fight for equality for all.Website: https://www.thepassionistasproject.com/November 19th, 2025 Workshop-Storytelling for Women Coaches and Business Ownershttps://thepassionistasproject.circle.so/c/passionistas-world-tour-events-calendar/storytelling-for-women-coaches-and-business-owners-with-amy-and-nancy30 Day Free Journalhttps://thepassionistsproject.com/30-days-journalPassionistas Project Sisterhood: https://thepassionistasproject.circle.soFree MembershipPodcast:The Passionistas Project:Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-passionistas-project-podcast/id1353224418Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4uzL9lPO4QdB7zRd8HHYLj?si=2904c6c275444ea2Facebook: www.facebook.com/ThePassionistasProjectLinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/company/the-passionistas-project/Instagram: www.instagram.com/thepassionistasproject/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/PCPassionistas-----If you're struggling, consider therapy with our sponsor, BetterHelp.Visit https://betterhelp.com/candicesnyder for a 10% discount on your first month of therapy.*This is a paid promotionIf you are in the United States and in crisis, or any other person may be in danger -Suicide & Crisis Lifeline Dial 988-----Connect with Candice Snyder!Website: https://www.podpage.com/passion-purpose-and-possibilities-1/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/candicebsnyder?_rdrPassion, Purpose, and Possibilities Community Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/passionpurposeandpossibilitiescommunity/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/passionpurposepossibilities/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/candicesnyder/Shop For A Cause With Gifts That Give Back to Nonprofits: https://thekindnesscause.com/Fall In Love With Artists And Experience Joy And Calm: https://www.youtube.com/@movenartrelaxationClick this link to receive your FREE TRIAL to The Greenhouse Communityhttps://www.thegreenhousecommunity.com/checkout/the-greenhouse-membership?affiliate_code=11e889

Welcome back to The Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., where we celebrate strength, heart, and the connections that shape who we become. Today, we're joined by a voice you may already know — from ESPN's Hall of Fame show with WWE legend Booker T, from The Brad Gilmore Show, or from his hit Back to the Future Podcast. Brad Gilmore is a Houston-based TV host, radio personality, award-winning podcaster, and author — and now he's stepping into an entirely new creative chapter with his heartwarming new children's book, There's Something Really Great About a Grandma. This 42-page treasure is a nostalgic, joy-filled celebration of grandmas everywhere — the laughter, the treats, the wisdom, and the irreplaceable magic of bedtime stories. Blending childhood wonder with Brad's signature storytelling charm, the book is a love letter to family, memory, and the women who help shape our earliest dreams. In this conversation, Brad shares what inspired the story, how his own grandmother influenced his life, the creative shift from pop-culture author to children's writer, his collaboration with illustrator Timothy J. Marino, and what he hopes families experience when reading this book together. If you love stories that uplift, warm your heart, and celebrate the generations who raised us — you're in for a treat.

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This post contains affiliate links, which means I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you.If you've ever picked up a Southern women's fiction novel and thought, this feels like a warm hug, today's episode is for you. I'm joined by author Grace Helena Walz, who writes heartfelt, community-centered stories set in the South—full of family, quirky characters, and deeply emotional themes.In this conversation, Grace and I dive into her two novels—Southern By Design and Good Hair Days—and chat about writing family-driven stories, magical realism, Southern settings, and what makes Southern women's fiction feel so comforting. If you're curious where to start with this genre, Grace gives us a fantastic starter list featuring authors like Dorothea Benton Frank, Mary Kay Andrews, Kristy Woodson Harvey, and more.We also get into her writing process, her love for the low country, how family expectations shape her characters, and the surprising emotional depth behind her latest Steel Magnolias-esque novel.

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

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Will Elisha take over for Elijah? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 2 Kings 3 and ask all the questions!

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What did Elijah say to King Ahaziah? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 2 Kings 1 and ask all the questions!

Welcome back to The Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., where we help women step into strength, vitality, and purpose — body, mind, and spirit. Today, we're jet-setting across the globe with actress, filmmaker, and travel expert Marcia Kimpton, daughter of the late Bill Kimpton, founder of the iconic Kimpton Hotels. Marcia's passion for adventure and storytelling has taken her to more than 50 countries — and now she's bringing that wanderlust straight to your ears. She joins us to talk about her new dark comedy, An American in Amsterdam, streaming May 1 exclusively on her new app, Kimpton Travels and Films — a cinematic travel platform where you can watch her movies, explore her favorite destinations, and discover luxury travel hacks on a budget. In this twenty-minute conversation, Marcia shares her secrets for clean-eating abroad, how to stay fit while traveling, and the mindset that keeps her fearless and fabulous wherever she goes. Whether you're dreaming of Parisian cafés or biking through Amsterdam, this episode will inspire you to live boldly, travel beautifully, and create adventure wherever you are. ✈️

Were Israel and Judah enemies? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 22 and ask all the questions!

In this emotional and deeply personal episode of Sherapy, host Sheri Todd shares an honest update about her sister Janelle's breast cancer journey—from delayed diagnosis and fear, to surgery, recovery, and the powerful fight ahead.You'll hear how this diagnosis shook her family, the whirlwind that followed, and what Janelle's treatment plan looks like now—including chemo, radiation, and emotional care. This episode is a reminder that you're not alone, whether you're the one in the chemo chair or standing beside someone who is. Sheri also shares helpful tools, encouragement, and a free downloadable support kit created just for this journey. Mentioned in This Episode:

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In this episode of Save Our Sisters Unplugged, host Norine C. Fahie dives into the heart of her book, The Bonds of Sisterhood: A Guide to Building Your Tribe — a powerful resource designed to help women build meaningful connections, heal in community, and form authentic sisterhood rooted in trust, compassion, and love.Norine shares what inspired her to write the book, how to identify the women meant for your tribe, and how to nurture deeper, more intentional relationships. She explores the power of storytelling and offers practical steps to cultivate support, accountability, and empowerment among women.If you've faced loneliness, betrayal, or are simply seeking deeper female friendships, this women's empowerment episode offers reflection, guidance, and hope. You'll walk away with tools to strengthen your relationships and confidently build a community where every woman feels seen, valued, and supported.If you're ready to deepen your connections, elevate your circle, and create lasting bonds with the women in your life, this episode — inspired by The Bonds of Sisterhood — is for you.To Share Your Story

The Mamas are fresh off their live show and whew — it was a ride! This week they're sharing what it really took to make it happen: long days, late nights, and the sisterhood that kept them going. From planning and promotion to showtime nerves, they talk about pouring your heart into something you love, leaning on your people, and how mamas always finds a way to get it done.We love getting Listener Letters! Send any thoughts or questions for the Mamas at podcasts@blacklove.com.Make sure you connect with our Mamas:@themamasdenpodcastAshley - @watermeloneggrollsCodie - @codiecoMelanie - @melaniefiona Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Was Jezebel bad? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 21 and ask all the questions!

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What happened to Ahab and Jezebel? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 20 and ask all the questions!

Was it Elijah or Elisha? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 19 and ask all the questions!

Welcome back to Enjoy Your Life: The Podcast!

Send us a textMotherless daughters deal with grief in different ways. Today's episode focuses on a story from one of our blog writers, Dottie Menkhaus, who, at the time, struggled to face reality and deal with her grief. Instead, she tried to ignore it, as so many of us do! This episode focuses on the importance of dealing with our grief and discussing it with others in community.ResourcesPodcast Episode highlights a blog by Dottie Menkhaus: https://www.motherlessdaughtersministry.com/2020/06/28/the-hidden-volcano/What We Offer:                       https://www.motherlessdaughtersministry.com/services/Donate to our ministry:         https://www.motherlessdaughtersministry.com/giving/Get involved in our ministry:       https://www.motherlessdaughtersministry.com/giving/volunteer/ Motherless Daughters Ministry is a 501(c) (3) non-profit that depends on the generous support of donations from listeners like you.  To donate or sign up for our newsletter and more resources, visit our website atwww.motherlessdaughtesministry.com  Support the showThanks for listening! Find our podcast on Apple, Google, Spotify, Stitcher, iHeart, Pandora, Amazon Music, and Audible. Also, find and follow the Motherless Daughters Ministry on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube.

Is this a contest between gods? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 18 and ask all the questions!

Welcome back to The Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., where we help women step into strength, vitality, and purpose at every stage of life. Today we're diving into one of the most exciting frontiers in women's health — how fasting-mimicking diets can transform the way we age, think, and thrive. My guest is Renee Fitton, MS, RD — a leading longevity dietitian and the Director of Education & Healthcare Sales at Prolon (by L‑Nutra) — the company behind the world's first fasting-mimicking diet backed by decades of research in nutritional science and cellular health.  Renee specializes in helping women unlock the benefits of fasting — without extreme restriction — using smart, science-based nutrition that supports metabolism, hormones, energy, and longevity. If you're in your 40s, 50s, or beyond and want to learn how to reset your biology, boost energy, and feel vibrant again, this episode is for you. Tune in as we uncover: what a fasting-mimicking diet actually is, how it supports women in midlife, how it affects hormones, metabolism, skin, gut health, and how you can safely integrate this into your life. Let's get ready to step into a new level of vitality — from the inside out. Links for Renee Fitton Instagram: @fittonnutrition Instagram LinkedIn: Renee Fitton, MS, RD LinkedIn+1 https://prolonlife.com/SOSSWEAT Article — "Fasting & Fasting Mimicking Explained | Renee Fitton": letstalkthyroid.com letstalkthyroid.com How you can stay in touch with Linda: Website Facebook Twitter Instagram Pinterest YouTube SoundCloud "Proud Sponsors of the Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T" Essential Formulas

The Seventy Palms Team discusses what it means to be biblically hospitable

In a world where leadership is often measured by individual success, today's episode shifts the spotlight to the strength found in unity and shared purpose. Joining us is Carmen James Randolph, the Founding President and CEO of the Women's Foundation of the South, to explore how collaboration, compassion, and collective power can transform communities and drive lasting change.  Carmen introduces the foundation's mission, which is to uplift the health, wealth, and power of women and girls across the South, and reflects on the challenges that nonprofit leaders face in sustaining their work amid funding cuts and burnout. Carmen emphasizes the vital importance of community and collective strength, urging leaders to rely on one another rather than operate in isolation. She shares insights on board engagement, highlighting how creative campaigns can inspire generosity and involvement. Throughout the discussion, Carmen advocates for clarity of vision, collaboration, and alliance-building as essential tools for social change. She emphasizes the importance of nonprofits forming strategic partnerships, exploring mergers, and collaborating to address the growing needs of their communities. The conversation concludes with mutual appreciation and a shared commitment to continue strengthening the sector through unity, resilience, and purpose-driven leadership. In this episode, you will be able to:  Understand the mission and impact of the Women's Foundation of the South. Recognize the importance of collective support in sustaining nonprofit leadership. Discover strategies to strengthen board engagement and donor participation. Learn how creative fundraising campaigns can inspire generosity. Examine how open communication fosters collaboration and mutual support. Embrace the power of unity and long-term planning for greater social impact. Get all the resources from today's episode here.  Support for this show is brought to you by Zeffy. Zeffy is a game-changing fundraising platform built exclusively for nonprofits. Zeffy is a game-changing fundraising platform built exclusively for nonprofits. Unlike other platforms that take a cut of your hard work through credit card and transaction fees, Zeffy is 100% free from transaction and platform fees. That means every dollar you raise goes directly toward fueling your mission. Trusted by more than 50,000 nonprofits, Zeffy empowers organizations of every size to streamline their fundraising with tools to collect donations, sell tickets, and manage donors all in one place. Getting started takes less than 15 minutes, and once you're set up, you'll have more resources to put toward what really matters: your cause. Connect with me:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_malloryerickson/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/whatthefundraising YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@malloryerickson7946 LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/mallory-erickson-bressler/ Website: malloryerickson.com/podcast Loved this episode? Leave us a review and rating here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/what-the-fundraising/id1575421652 If you haven't already, please visit our new What the Fundraising community forum. Check it out and join the conversation at this link. If you're looking to raise more from the right funders, then you'll want to check out my Power Partners Formula, a step-by-step approach to identifying the optimal partners for your organization. This free masterclass offers a great starting point.

Elijah was fed by ravens, and then met the widow at Zerephath. What's next? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 17 and ask all the questions!

  This episode of The Sisterhood & Co podcast we are joined by guest speaker, Susan Wetherill.  Susan has a unique teaching gift on her life and will unpack the touchy, yet necessary topics of BETRAYAL and FORGIVENESS.  Join us as she unpacks the etymology and Biblical basis for both and learn how to navigate these difficult journeys of life.  We think you will really enjoy this 2-part series!   Want to stay up to date on all things Sisterhood follow us on social media @sisterhoodlifechurch

Michael Ealy is the Daddy in the Den! Earlier this year, actor, husband, and father of two, Michael Ealy joined the Mamas to talk about raising a boy and a girl. Michael shares lessons learned, from recognizing double standards - why are girls called sassy but boys are assertive - to reminding us that dads juggle some of the same challenges moms do, and they dig into the importance of communication between parents, and the need to appreciate each parent's role. This episode is for everyone working to build safe spaces for kids and for parenting partners.======We love getting Listener Letters! Send any thoughts or questions for the Mamas at podcasts@blacklove.com.Make sure you connect with our Mamas:Ashley - @watermeloneggrollsCodie - @codiecoMelanie - @melaniefiona Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Who was Omri in the Bible? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 16 and ask all the questions!

Who was King Asa related to? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 15 and ask all the questions!

Welcome back to The Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., where we lift each other higher, live with purpose, and celebrate the power of women who show up for one another — body, mind, and soul. Today, we're talking about one of the most sacred relationships of all — the bond between sisters. Joining us is the phenomenal Deborah Roberts — Emmy and Peabody Award–winning journalist, 20/20 co-anchor, and New York Times bestselling author. Her brand-new book, Sisters Loved and Treasured: Stories of Unbreakable Bonds, is a heartfelt celebration of sisterhood featuring stories from Viola Davis, Octavia Spencer, Arianna Huffington, Jenna and Barbara Bush, and more. This conversation is about love that heals, laughter that carries us, and the unbreakable strength that comes when women stand together. So grab your coffee, your sister (or your soul sister), and tune in — this episode will fill your heart and remind you how strong we are together.

Was Jeroboam a good king? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 14 and ask all the questions!

Send us a textThe Girls Trip Gamblers, Rebecca and Sasha, share their journey of friendship and gambling adventures. They discuss how their 20-year friendship blossomed into a passion for travel and slot machines, leading to the creation of their content. The duo emphasizes the importance of community, their unique approach to content creation, and the differences between gambling in Las Vegas and Oklahoma. They also touch on superstitions, rituals, and their plans for merchandising, all while maintaining a fun and engaging atmosphere.The Girls Trip Gamblers emphasize the importance of friendship in their adventures.They started their gambling journey with a low budget and have fun regardless of wins or losses.Their content creation was inspired by their unique experiences and the lack of representation in the gambling community.They focus on building a community and engaging with their followers on social media.Merchandising is a future goal for them, aiming for quality and representation.They enjoy the vibrant atmosphere of Las Vegas compared to other gambling locations.Superstitions and rituals play a role in their gambling experiences.They believe in the power of positive energy when playing slots.01:54The Origin of a 20-Year Friendship04:37The First Girls Trip and Gambling Experience09:28Turning Passion into Content Creation16:16Navigating the Gambling Scene: Vegas vs. Oklahoma23:15Gambling Rituals and Superstitions26:27Celebration Meals and Gambling Styles28:09Social Media and Community Engagement30:26This or That: Gambling PreferencesSubscribe to Visit Vegas Places with Coyal Never miss an episode again!Plus get behind the scenes coverage with business owners and chefs.Want to elevate your content and lifestyle? Shop the same creator tools, fashion, and home goods I trust for great results. Find all my favorites at the link in the description. Click here to find creator and podcast equipment on AmazonShow music composed by: Dae One Visit Vegas Places with Coyal. Real Vegas, Real Topics, Real Business with Real Owners. Covering topics on economics, entrepreneurship, health, well-being and FOOD! Thank You for tuning in and make sure to VISIT VEGAS PLACES!Follow our social media platforms:https://www.instagram.com/visitvegasplaces/https://www.youtube.com/c/CoyalHarrisonIIISupport the show

What happened to Jeroboam? Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 13 and ask all the questions!

Grab your hard hat and your attitude, because this episode is serving steel-toed sisterhood and straight-up union pride! We're chopping it up with Chelsea Fenton — laborer, leader, and certified “get-the-job-done-and-don't-complain” queen. From the jobsite to the union hall, Chelsea shows up loud, proud, and ready to remind the world that power tools don't come with gender labels.We talk:

Want to listen to this episode ad-free? Visit our Patreon! Welcome true believers to X-Men Horoscopes where each week our host Lodro Rinzler is in conversation with a special guest to discuss the X-Men issue that aligns with a significant month and year from their life and what that issue reveals about their future. This week we have the delightful co-hosts of the Escape the Mojoverse podcast, Allison and Matt Parent on the show to cover the X-Men issue that came out when Matt was secretly adopted! Wait...checks notes that can't be right. Huh. Turns out it is! The Red Queen (not Jean Grey it's the other one, no no not Madelyne Pryor, the other one the psychic ghost one) has stolen the lock of Jean's hair that Wolverine just happens to keep in his bedroom and is rushing off to pull a hermit crab by making her corpse her new body. Also in this episode: The Zoom backgrounds of comic writers Why the last Nightcrawler solo series is like that person that you dated that you probably shouldn't have dated the X-Newlywed Game is back! Will they do better than Jackson Lanzing and Collin Kelly? Nope! Tracing Pamela Anderson face onto Emma Frost Pixie's sisters are part of the Sisterhood of Mutants (and didn't invite her) Lodro makes Matt explain Kwannon Calling your FWB to dig up your ex's grave A psychic eruption is absolutely what Emma has once a year with Scott Karma: underestimated and ignored a lot Telepaths know where all their fallen hair is Domino just does stuff The opposite of Christian Girl Autumn What does this mean about the future ramifications of Matt's secret adoption? Tune in to find out! Matt Parent (they/them) is a DFW based performer and teacher who hosts Escape the Mojoverse with their partner Allison, mostly not against Allison's will. Allison Parent (she/they) is a writer and host of Escape the Mojoverse. She likes cats, snacks, and publishing Fanfiction where you will never see it (I asked). More of Lodro Rinzler's work can be found here and here and you can follow the podcast on Instagram at xmenpanelsdaily where we post X-Men comic panels...daily. Have a question or comment for a future episode? Reach out at xmenhoroscopes.com   Want to listen to these episodes early/ad-free and get your own X-Men Horoscope read/an awesome t-shirt? Check out our brand-new patreon! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Welcome to the Say YES to Yourself! Podcast—the show for midlife women, empty nesters, and anyone navigating life after divorce, burnout, or big transitions. If you're ready to shed cultural expectations, reconnect with your true self, and put your joy first—you're in the right place.In this episode, Wendy sits down with sisters Andi Shaughnessy and Danielle Carter, who took over their father's delivery business after his passing, only to lose their top five clients three weeks later. With no business experience, they transformed Express It from 18 drivers to over 200, but this conversation goes deeper than business metrics.They explore:Why the fear of regret became the catalyst for saying yesWhat happened when they stopped hiding their success and started celebrating itThe unexpected power of telling your story instead of keeping yourself smallThis is a conversation about resilience, sisterhood, and rewriting the narratives that no longer serve you. Tune in and discover why treating people right in the moment is the real competitive advantage in business and in life.Connect with Andi & Danielle: Instagram @unlikelybossesUnlikely Bosses Podcast________________________________________________________________________________________ Say YES to joining Wendy for her: Say YES Sisterhood PWH Farm StaysPWH Curated France TripsInstagram: @phineaswrighthouseFacebook: Phineas Wright House LinkedinWebsite: Phineas Wright HousePodcast Production By Shannon Warner of Resonant Collective Want to start your own podcast? Let's chat! If this episode resonated, follow Say YES to Yourself! and leave a 5-star review—it helps more women in midlife discover the tools, stories, and community that make saying YES not only possible, but powerful.

Welcome to the Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T. podcast! Today we're diving into the fires of inflammation—physical and mental—with Dr. Shivani Gupta, Ayurvedic expert and author of The Inflammation Code. She created Elemental Design, a simple quiz that shows how your unique blueprint influences hormones, energy, sleep, cravings—especially in peri and menopause. We're talking real-world protocols, the right way to use healing spices like turmeric, and how to cool stress-driven inflammation so you can feel vibrant again. Let's get stronger—body, mind, and spirit—together

Let's understand these Kings! Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 12 and ask all the questions!

NBC News Business and Data Correspondent Brian Cheung breaks down different money personalities and how you can use that information to adjust your spending and saving habits. Also, Today Show Fitness Contributor Stephanie Mansour leads the Start Today Walk as part of Fan Fest. Plus, how a group of retired women in Texas have built a safe and affordable community and created a sisterhood. And, Ariana Debose and Scott Bakula stop by to discuss their roles in their new Off-Broadway play “The Baker's Wife”.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In this special crossover episode, The Mama's Den links up with The Gin & Juice Podcast—hosted by powerhouse sisters and moms, Mel Goolsby and Melissa Fredericks. Together, we dive into how these two turned life's curveballs into purpose and profit. After being laid off on maternity leave 2022, Mel built a thriving social media platform called "I'm Not A Lawyer, But" while Melissa stood beside her—both in sisterhood and entrepreneurship—as they launched their hit podcast, Gin & Juice. At a time when so many are navigating job loss and reinvention, this conversation is a reminder that sometimes the end of one chapter is the spark for a new beginning. Tune in for real talk, laughter, and the kind of inspiration every mama (and dreamer) needs in 2025.This episode marks PART 2 of The Mama's Den x Gin & Juice mashup. Catch Part 1 on The Gin & Juice podcast feed.REMEMBER: If you're in Atlanta on November 3rd, come see The Mamas live! https://citywinery.com/atlanta/events/the-mamas-den-podcast-live-6vpkv0________________________ Send any thoughts or questions for the Mamas at podcasts@blacklove.com.Make sure you connect with our Mamas on Instagram:The Mama's Den - @themamasdenpodcastAshley - @watermeloneggrollsCodie - @codiecoMelanie - @melaniefiona Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Solomon's wives and concubines. WOW! Come Bible Study WITH ME through 1 Kings 11 and ask all the questions!

Kenzie Ziegler joins Tish and Brandi for a candid conversation about what it's really like growing up in the spotlight. From starting her career at just six years old to navigating the pressures of Hollywood, Kenzie opens up about balancing normalcy with fame, her relationship with sister Maddie, and how she's found her own sound and identity through music.The girls dive into childhood fame, the LA “friend scene,” dating in your twenties, and why Kenzie's done posting her love life online. Plus, she teases a new jewelry line, dream collabs (hi, Justin Bieber), and the one thing she'll never do on tour again.It's heartfelt, funny, and full of “we've all been there” moments.. AKA, classic Sorry We're Cyrus. Stream “Tan Lines” and more from Kenzie Ziegler on Spotify now!Follow Kenzie:https://www.instagram.com/kenziehttps://www.tiktok.com/@mackenziezieglerFollow your Hosts:https://www.instagram.com/sorrywerecyrushttps://www.instagram.com/tishcyruspurcellhttps://www.instagram.com/brandicyrusDo you have questions for Mama Tish and Brandi? Email us at ⁠sorrywerecyrus@gmail.com⁠ or send us a DM!Thank you to our incredible sponsors:Dupe.com: Just type "Dupe.com/" before any product url in your browser and BOOM — it instantly finds you less expensive alternatives.OneSkin: Go to oneSkin.co/HAIR and use code CYRUS for 15% off your first order.Jones Road Beauty: Use code CYRUS at jonesroadbeauty.com to get a Free Cool Gloss with your first purchase!Quince: Go to quince.com/CYRUS for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns.CBDfx: Get 40% off your first order with code CYRUS at cbdfx.com.Rula: Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/cyrusThis episode was brought to you by Podcast Nation.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.