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A self-proclaimed "MAGA Junkie" admitted during a tearful interview that she now regrets voting for Donald Trump after her job at the US Treasury was terminated by Elon Musk and his DOGE force. The former Trump supporter admits that she was all-in on Trump, with flags, shirts, and other MAGA gear all over the place, but now she realizes that she messed up. These people might be reachable after all, as Farron explains. The Trump administration has managed to anger most countries in North America and Europe, so now they've moved on to alienating our allies in Asia. During a recent press briefing, Karoline Leavitt made up an insane claim that Japan is putting tariffs on imported rice and that the US is going to retaliate, but Japanese officials pointed out that this was a complete fabrication from Leavitt. They then, politely, demanded that the administration put an end to the "confusion and chaos" that their tariff lies are causing. Donald Trump appears to be hellbent on making Canada a part of the United States, but according to a new survey, millions of Americans would rather see their state become a part of Canada. Roughly 20% of US residents in a Canadian survey said they'd rather join Canada than vice versa, a shocking number that shows the distaste for Trump and his policies. Furthermore, a survey from the journal Nature found that scientists and researchers are also wanting to become either Canadian or European to escape Trump's assault on science. Steve Bannon thinks that the writing may already be on the wall for Donald Trump following the latest order from Judge James Boasberg, and Bannon admitted on his show last week that he thinks Trump is going to prison - but only if a Democrat wins the White House in 2028. The truth is that Trump should ALREADY be in prison for the crimes he was convicted for, and he managed to avoid that. But Bannon, as usual, has ulterior motives for this claim, and Farron exposes what's really happening.Text and and let us know your thoughts on today's stories!Subscribe to our YouTube channel to stay up to date on all of Farron's content: https://www.youtube.com/FarronBalancedFollow Farron on social media! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FarronBalanced Twitter: https://twitter.com/farronbalanced Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/farronbalanced TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@farronbalanced?lang=en

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Healing is often presented as a straightforward path: visit the doctor, take the prescribed medication, follow the treatment plan. But what if true healing is far more complex—deeply rooted in both the mind and body?In this episode, I sit down with Payton Nyquvest, founder and CEO of Numinus, to explore the intersection of psychedelic therapy, trauma healing, and the ancient wisdom that modern medicine often overlooks.We'll discuss how psychedelics influence neuroplasticity and memory processing, why they are not a shortcut to healing but rather a tool for deeper self-awareness, and the crucial distinction between therapeutic and recreational use. Payton also breaks down the mechanisms behind trauma storage in the body and how intentional psychedelic-assisted therapy may help unlock profound healing.As a leader in the integration of psychedelics into healthcare, Payton brings a grounded, evidence-based perspective to a topic that is often misunderstood. Whether you're curious about the science behind these therapies or simply seeking a deeper understanding of how to reconnect with yourself, this conversation offers invaluable insights.We Also Discuss:(00:00) Psychedelics and Ancient Wellness Integration(06:43) Daily Wellness Practices and Psychedelic Therapy(13:18) Therapeutic Potential of Psychedelic Therapy(21:25) Psychedelic Therapy(28:07) Healing Through Psychedelic Experiences(40:58) Psychedelic Therapy and the Science(50:35) Transformative Potential of Psychedelic Therapy(01:03:33) DMT Healing Ceremonies in TulumThank you to our sponsorFatty 15: Fatty15 is on a mission to optimize your C15:0 levels and help you live healthier, longer. You can get an additional 15% off their 90-day subscription Starter Kit by going to fatty15.com/MONA and using code MONA at checkout.Keywords:Psychedelics, Ancient Wisdom, Modern Healthcare, Numinous Health, Transformative Journey, Meditation, Breath Work, Nutrition, Resilience, Mental Health, Therapeutic Potential, Ketamine-Assisted Therapy, Brain, Default Mode Network, Self-Awareness, Healing, Microdosing, Education, Regulation, Respect, Holistic Healthcare, Ancient Practices, Modern Science, Personal Growth, Decriminalization, Clinical Trials, MDMA, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Personalized Treatment, Chronic Pain, Neuroplasticity, MAPS, Drug Approval, Health Optimization, Organic Food, Clean Water, Microdosing Industry, Postpartum Depression, Mental Health Care, Personalized Protocols, Curative Approach, Mental Health Diagnoses, Rapid Transformation, DMT, Tulum, Healing Experience, Emotional Release, Trauma, Pain, Sobbing, Nature, Beauty, Healing Energies, Personal Growth, Emotional HealingLearn more about Mona SharmaWebsite: www.monasharma.comInstagram: @monasharmaSHOP NOW: Cymbiotika.com/MonasharmaLearn More about Payton NyquvestWebsite: https://numinus.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/numinushealth/#

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Eikhah gives the human angle to the destruction of Jerusalem. Jerusalem is depicted as a woman, forlorn and in tears, abandoned and humiliated.Today we focus on many of the repeated phraseology of chapter 1 which evokes the imagery of ruin and tragedy.

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Counselors and Affirmation.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Seeking AffirmationI fall prey to a predatory therapist.Based on a post by nymphicDisclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.It took me years to become this relaxed in front of my therapist, able to share the most shameful parts of my mind with ease. All the vile, disgusting parts nobody else gets access to: he always reacts with a cool, detached professionalism. He's heard it all before, and worse, he tells me, and I've stopped apologizing for the revolting things I tell him: all my self-destructive habits, my awful intrusive thoughts, my horrific violent urges.It takes me one careless sentence for all that trust to crumble.We're talking about how my current beau is terrible in bed, leading me to mention how I think about other men when I'm fucking him. “And you're one of them,” I add. Carelessly. Completely unnecessarily.He pauses, then looks up from his notes. “Come again?'Without the input of my brain, my mouth decides the best course of action is to blab further. “Sometimes he gets me so close, but not close enough, so to tip myself over the edge, I think about you. You must know how hot you are, your beard, and tattoos, and curly hair, and...' I trail off as I notice his amused expression. “What?'He places his notes to the side and folds his hands over crossed legs. “You're placing an awful lot of trust in me to share this.'And I'm beginning to regret that, with the way he's looking at me like something to be devoured. I shrug. “I imagine you're good at your job. Or at least professional enough not to take advantage or be a creep.'He says nothing. The clock behind him ticks.'I think I'm the last person you'd creep on, anyway,' I continue, stammering. “I, this is just a little crush. On a therapist. I know there's no chance of reciprocation, not that I'm hitting on you, or anything, but I mean,”“There are a lot of assumptions you're making,” he interrupts. His gaze is intense, eyes so dark I can't tell where the pupil ends and iris begins.“Hmm?” My mouth dries.He counts off his fingers. “You assume I'm good at my job. You assume I'm not a creep, or a predator. You assume your fantasies are not reciprocated.”Whatever rapport we've built has evaporated. I feel numb, foggy. I'm distantly aware that I could be in danger, but I'm frozen to my seat as he stands, like I'm a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox.“You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you?” he says, towering above me.My hands shake uncontrollably. “I don't understand?” I whisper. Surely, he won't...? There's no way, he wouldn't... not for me, surely?His smirk is lazy, predatory. “Stand,” he says, a strong command.I shrink into the chair. This can't be happening. I refuse to believe it.“Stand,” he repeats, and there's an irresistible dominance to his voice.What can I do but obey? I wobble to my feet like a newborn deer, and his hand clamps around my throat. I choke out a pitiful little gasp. He walks me backward until my spine hits the wall. I'm trapped.“What are you doing?” I whimper, my voice high and pathetic with the way he squeezes.His laugh is unkind, humorless. “What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving you what you want.” His voice is baritone and gravelly, a lion's purr, and his breath comes out hot on my face. I shiver. “Don't tell me you haven't touched yourself to the thought of this,” he says.He's not wrong.With the hand that isn't around my neck, he snakes his way into my jeans. Deftly his fingers find their way under the fabric of my underwear, and to my shame and horror, they caress the moisture building beneath my folds.“So wet, already?” he whispers, “It's disgusting, how badly you want me.” The words are harsh but they betray a smug satisfaction, and it sends a heat surging through me.His grin widens as he palms my aching vulva. I don't mean to, but my hips buck into him, and he chuckles.“Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.'“No, no...” I shake my head and whimper as his finger plunges inside me. I don't want this, I don't. It was just a fantasy, it was never meant to be real, and I never thought he would, but he hooks his index inside, grazing the pad against my front wall, and the moan that slips from my mouth is obscene.The hand around my neck suddenly slaps over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up,' he hisses, but he doesn't stop, and can't contain the moan that muffles into his palm as he fucks his fingers inside me.“Fuck,” he groans, “can you hear how wet you are? How sloppy you are?” His beard scratches at the sensitive skin of my jaw. “So pathetic and needy, a pathetic little whore.'His palm is wet over my face, and I realize I'm drooling.“Pathetic little whore,” he repeats, wiping my spit on my face. My legs inch wider and I hear the indecent sloshing of my arousal beneath his hand. “Bet you get off thinking about this after each session, don't you? Horny little thing. You'd beg for it, wouldn't you? Beg me to rape you?'I try to shake my head, but the hand over my face grips too tight. My thighs start to shake, and I can feel my wetness leaking, dripping down the top of my thighs, gooey and disgusting, just like me.“Tell me you would. Beg me.” His voice is so harsh, but it's so hot the way he's degrading me like this, and I'm slipping further and further off the edge. Tears spill down my cheeks as I shake my head. I do want to beg him, beg him to stop, but despite it all I can myself approaching the edge. The heat builds in my belly, thighs clenching his hand in a vice as they shudder and quake, and I'm so, so close, and I don't want him to stop, and I hate myself for it.“Oh no, oh no you don't,” he says, “You're not going to come already, are you? Fuck, you're more desperate than I thought.” His movements roughen, adding another finger, fucking into me relentlessly. “Don't do it, don't you fucking do it, you're not allowed to come, you're not allowed to enjoy this, you disgusting slut, “He's whispering hotly into my neck, like an open-mouthed kiss, and it's too late. I hurtle over the edge, falling apart, mouth open and drooling as I come undone on his fingers.He steps back. “Disgusting,” he says.I whimper and slide to the floor, red-faced and sweaty. I curl myself into a fetal position. I am disgusting. Nausea churns in my gut, and the room swims in front of my eyes.He squats beside me. His hand, the one which was inside me just a moment ago, wipes my wetness over my face, smudging my slime over my lips. He pushes his fingers inside my mouth, making me taste myself, then takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him through half-lidded eyes.“Such a slut. You can't be anything more than a worthless whore, can you?” He tosses me aside and stands. “Get on your knees.”Before I know it, I'm doing as he says, sitting back on my heels as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock. I barely have a moment to breathe before his hand is fisting my hair at the nape of my neck and urging me onto his cock, shoving me down as far as I can go, until it slams against the back of my throat. I have to hold onto his muscular thighs for balance, the way he roughly drives into my open, slobbering mouth.Above me, his mouth hangs open, breathing heavy. A flush spreads across his cheeks, and his brows furrow.'What would your friends say, if they could see you like this?” he growls. “Debased like this? If they could see the pathetic whore you really are? Would they laugh at you, knowing how much you love being face-fucked like this?'My eyes roll back in my head and I sob, my mouth stretched around him. Rivulets of saliva dribble down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, which jiggle from the force of his thrusts.He makes a rough sound at the back of his throat. “Fuck... Would they use you like I am? Would they want a turn to ruin you? Fuck your pretty little mouth like I am? You wouldn't stop them, just let them take what they want, just like I'm taking what I want from you, oh, you're so good at taking my cock, “He pulls out and I gasp for air, gulping raspy breaths. I fall back, hands catching myself on the carpet as I try to recover, but before I can, he's positioning himself behind me, manhandling me so I'm on my hands and knees, face pressed against the carpet, ass presented to him like an offering.No preamble, no warning, he slams himself deep into me. The sound he makes, a feral and debauched groan, might be the hottest thing I've ever heard. It's equal parts primal and hedonic, all pretense of keeping quiet long forgotten. His blunt nails dig into the soft flesh of my hips as he drives himself into me, over and over and over.It's animalistic and it's savage, the vulgar slapping of his balls against my skin, the sweat and snot and tears and dribbling down my face, the wretched sobbing squeaks I make as he fucks me relentlessly. It is both endlessly hot and humiliating. There's the heat of shame curdling in my gut, how I shouldn't want this, it shouldn't feel so good. But then the way his strong hands tangle in my hair, pulling me, dragging me up against him; then the way he clamps his canines into my neck, the sharp painful pleasure of it; the way I know I couldn't fight him even if I tried. The way I am completely and utterly at his mercy; all of it has my thighs clenching and quivering as my second orgasm builds.“You're gonna come from this, huh? You close again, huh?” he pants in my ear. “This is what turns you on? Used like the worthless piece of meat you are?'I can't pretend. Sobbing, moaning, covered in drool and snot, I nod. “Uh huh. You can have me, you can use me. Have me however you want,” I whimper in my phlegmy voice. “You're so; oh; I'm so close; I'm gonna.'“Nope,” he says, suddenly pulling out of me, all at once leaving me empty and wanting. “You're not going to come again. You're mine to use, you're not allowed to like it too, you greedy little slut.” He rolls me over on my back, and, kneeling above me, strokes himself over my face. I open my mouth, tongue out, ready for him, while my fingers press against my aching clit, desperately clutching at the remnants of my ruined orgasm.“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, “slimy, disgusting little slut. Fuck, you're so perfect.” He continues to mumble words both degrading and flattering until, with a final moan, his come spills over my tongue, hot and salty. As his spend drips down my flushed face, my hips gyrate into my hands and I spill over, too. My second orgasm is a weak, ruined shadow of the first, empty of my therapist but full of disgrace. I feel thoroughly debased. Disgusting. Glazed with spunk, a husk of a woman.The air is hot and thick with sex. There's a heavy ache in my center, a cold emptiness, as I stare up at the ceiling. I still don't believe what's just happened. There must be some mistake, some misunderstanding. Maybe I'm having a psychotic break. Maybe this is all in my head. Some fantasy turned foul.I can hear him re-buckling his belt and shuffling about at the desk, until he appears beside me, gently helping me sit upright. Tenderly he wipes the goo from my face with wet wipes, deep brown eyes searching mine. His dark curls are plastered to his face with sweat.“Nobody will know about this,” he says in a low voice. “You have my word. I know better than anyone how fragile you are, and how poorly you will handle anyone knowing how you threw yourself at me like that. Nobody will know what a greedy whore you really are. You can trust me.” The cruelty in his words are softened by how gentle he's being, softly caressing my shoulders as he wipes away the gunk from my skin.He's taking care of me.It's nice.He's a good person.He helps me to my feet. I shake like a lamb.“Anyway, our time is up.” He opens the door and ushers me out. “I'll see you next week.'The last I see of him is a predatory, vulpine grin, before the door clicks shut.Clinical PleasureKate visits Doctor Yang to treat her sexual dysfunctions.Based on a post by nymphic“Kate Williams?” calls the receptionist.At the sound of her name, a fair-complexioned young woman jerks her strawberry blonde head up. “Yes?”“Doctor Yang is ready to see you. Third door on the right.”Timidly, Kate walks up to Doctor Yang's office. She smooths her dress and takes a deep, shaky breath before entering.Doctor Yang looks to be in his mid-forties--black hair slicked back, greying at the temples. He's fit, with wide shoulders, and his shirt bunches around his elbows where the sleeves are rolled up, showing off well-defined forearms.He gives Kate a firm handshake before ushering her into the room. “Miss Williams, welcome, I'm Doctor Yang. Pull up a chair.”She perches primly on a chair of squeaky vinyl while he takes a seat behind his desk. There's an ancient, blocky computer taking up so much space on his desk, there's barely room left for the messy notes scattered about. Behind, a curtain half obscures an examination table. At the sight of it, trepidation bubbles in Kate's stomach.“What brings you in today?” the doctor asks.“Um.” She stares intently at the floor, unable to explain to this handsome doctor all of her sexual inadequacies.After the silence between them becomes sufficiently awkward, Doctor Yang takes pity on poor Kate, clearing his throat and shuffling his notes.“Look, it's normal to be nervous, but I assure you, I've heard it all before. This is a judgement free space, and I'm here to help you.” He looks at her with kind, dark eyes. “Whenever you're ready.”Kate fiddles with the hem of her sundress as she begins. “Well, I'm in a pretty new relationship right now, and. We're having intimacy issues.”“Intimacy issues,” says Doctor Yang. There's a distinct lack of judgement in his tone, which calms the anxiety in Kate's stomach. He's almost detached as he clack-clack-clacks the clunky keyboard. The behemoth computer buzzes and whirs away as he types. “Tell me more about the issues you've been having.”“My boyfriend and I; he's the one who urged me come here; are, well. We just started sleeping together. And I'm finding it quite difficult.” She bites her lip.“Difficult in what way?”Kate looks down at her sandals as she says, “I'm told sex ought to be pleasurable.”Doctor Yang chuckles, showing off deep dimples. “It's generally supposed to be, yes. That hasn't been your experience?”Kate shakes her head, curly hair bouncing around her shoulders. “No, not the times we've tried together. I just can't see how anything can... fit.” She can feel her face heating up. “Every time we try it's so uncomfortable for me. Sometimes it hurts. Plus, I've never been able to... get there. Not when we're together, at least.”Doctor Yang nods. “You know, many women your age have that experience too. It's completely normal.”“What? You mean this is just how it is?”She must look panic-stricken, because Doctor Yang immediately backtracks. “No, no! It shouldn't hurt, it should never hurt! What I mean to say is that this issue is more common than you realize, and it's definitely something I can help with.”She slumps back in the chair with relief, air whooshing from her lungs.“To get to the bottom of your problem, though,” Doctor Yang continues, “I'm going to ask a few personal questions. There will be no judgement from me, I just want you to answer honestly. Is that okay?” His face is open and friendly, and Kate trusts him, but what could he mean, personal questions? How much more personal can it get?“Sure,” she says, and if Doctor Yang notices her hesitation, he doesn't let on.

Counselors and Affirmation.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Seeking AffirmationI fall prey to a predatory therapist.Based on a post by nymphicDisclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.It took me years to become this relaxed in front of my therapist, able to share the most shameful parts of my mind with ease. All the vile, disgusting parts nobody else gets access to: he always reacts with a cool, detached professionalism. He's heard it all before, and worse, he tells me, and I've stopped apologizing for the revolting things I tell him: all my self-destructive habits, my awful intrusive thoughts, my horrific violent urges.It takes me one careless sentence for all that trust to crumble.We're talking about how my current beau is terrible in bed, leading me to mention how I think about other men when I'm fucking him. “And you're one of them,” I add. Carelessly. Completely unnecessarily.He pauses, then looks up from his notes. “Come again?'Without the input of my brain, my mouth decides the best course of action is to blab further. “Sometimes he gets me so close, but not close enough, so to tip myself over the edge, I think about you. You must know how hot you are, your beard, and tattoos, and curly hair, and...' I trail off as I notice his amused expression. “What?'He places his notes to the side and folds his hands over crossed legs. “You're placing an awful lot of trust in me to share this.'And I'm beginning to regret that, with the way he's looking at me like something to be devoured. I shrug. “I imagine you're good at your job. Or at least professional enough not to take advantage or be a creep.'He says nothing. The clock behind him ticks.'I think I'm the last person you'd creep on, anyway,' I continue, stammering. “I, this is just a little crush. On a therapist. I know there's no chance of reciprocation, not that I'm hitting on you, or anything, but I mean,”“There are a lot of assumptions you're making,” he interrupts. His gaze is intense, eyes so dark I can't tell where the pupil ends and iris begins.“Hmm?” My mouth dries.He counts off his fingers. “You assume I'm good at my job. You assume I'm not a creep, or a predator. You assume your fantasies are not reciprocated.”Whatever rapport we've built has evaporated. I feel numb, foggy. I'm distantly aware that I could be in danger, but I'm frozen to my seat as he stands, like I'm a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox.“You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you?” he says, towering above me.My hands shake uncontrollably. “I don't understand?” I whisper. Surely, he won't...? There's no way, he wouldn't... not for me, surely?His smirk is lazy, predatory. “Stand,” he says, a strong command.I shrink into the chair. This can't be happening. I refuse to believe it.“Stand,” he repeats, and there's an irresistible dominance to his voice.What can I do but obey? I wobble to my feet like a newborn deer, and his hand clamps around my throat. I choke out a pitiful little gasp. He walks me backward until my spine hits the wall. I'm trapped.“What are you doing?” I whimper, my voice high and pathetic with the way he squeezes.His laugh is unkind, humorless. “What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving you what you want.” His voice is baritone and gravelly, a lion's purr, and his breath comes out hot on my face. I shiver. “Don't tell me you haven't touched yourself to the thought of this,” he says.He's not wrong.With the hand that isn't around my neck, he snakes his way into my jeans. Deftly his fingers find their way under the fabric of my underwear, and to my shame and horror, they caress the moisture building beneath my folds.“So wet, already?” he whispers, “It's disgusting, how badly you want me.” The words are harsh but they betray a smug satisfaction, and it sends a heat surging through me.His grin widens as he palms my aching vulva. I don't mean to, but my hips buck into him, and he chuckles.“Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.'“No, no...” I shake my head and whimper as his finger plunges inside me. I don't want this, I don't. It was just a fantasy, it was never meant to be real, and I never thought he would, but he hooks his index inside, grazing the pad against my front wall, and the moan that slips from my mouth is obscene.The hand around my neck suddenly slaps over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up,' he hisses, but he doesn't stop, and can't contain the moan that muffles into his palm as he fucks his fingers inside me.“Fuck,” he groans, “can you hear how wet you are? How sloppy you are?” His beard scratches at the sensitive skin of my jaw. “So pathetic and needy, a pathetic little whore.'His palm is wet over my face, and I realize I'm drooling.“Pathetic little whore,” he repeats, wiping my spit on my face. My legs inch wider and I hear the indecent sloshing of my arousal beneath his hand. “Bet you get off thinking about this after each session, don't you? Horny little thing. You'd beg for it, wouldn't you? Beg me to rape you?'I try to shake my head, but the hand over my face grips too tight. My thighs start to shake, and I can feel my wetness leaking, dripping down the top of my thighs, gooey and disgusting, just like me.“Tell me you would. Beg me.” His voice is so harsh, but it's so hot the way he's degrading me like this, and I'm slipping further and further off the edge. Tears spill down my cheeks as I shake my head. I do want to beg him, beg him to stop, but despite it all I can myself approaching the edge. The heat builds in my belly, thighs clenching his hand in a vice as they shudder and quake, and I'm so, so close, and I don't want him to stop, and I hate myself for it.“Oh no, oh no you don't,” he says, “You're not going to come already, are you? Fuck, you're more desperate than I thought.” His movements roughen, adding another finger, fucking into me relentlessly. “Don't do it, don't you fucking do it, you're not allowed to come, you're not allowed to enjoy this, you disgusting slut, “He's whispering hotly into my neck, like an open-mouthed kiss, and it's too late. I hurtle over the edge, falling apart, mouth open and drooling as I come undone on his fingers.He steps back. “Disgusting,” he says.I whimper and slide to the floor, red-faced and sweaty. I curl myself into a fetal position. I am disgusting. Nausea churns in my gut, and the room swims in front of my eyes.He squats beside me. His hand, the one which was inside me just a moment ago, wipes my wetness over my face, smudging my slime over my lips. He pushes his fingers inside my mouth, making me taste myself, then takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him through half-lidded eyes.“Such a slut. You can't be anything more than a worthless whore, can you?” He tosses me aside and stands. “Get on your knees.”Before I know it, I'm doing as he says, sitting back on my heels as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock. I barely have a moment to breathe before his hand is fisting my hair at the nape of my neck and urging me onto his cock, shoving me down as far as I can go, until it slams against the back of my throat. I have to hold onto his muscular thighs for balance, the way he roughly drives into my open, slobbering mouth.Above me, his mouth hangs open, breathing heavy. A flush spreads across his cheeks, and his brows furrow.'What would your friends say, if they could see you like this?” he growls. “Debased like this? If they could see the pathetic whore you really are? Would they laugh at you, knowing how much you love being face-fucked like this?'My eyes roll back in my head and I sob, my mouth stretched around him. Rivulets of saliva dribble down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, which jiggle from the force of his thrusts.He makes a rough sound at the back of his throat. “Fuck... Would they use you like I am? Would they want a turn to ruin you? Fuck your pretty little mouth like I am? You wouldn't stop them, just let them take what they want, just like I'm taking what I want from you, oh, you're so good at taking my cock, “He pulls out and I gasp for air, gulping raspy breaths. I fall back, hands catching myself on the carpet as I try to recover, but before I can, he's positioning himself behind me, manhandling me so I'm on my hands and knees, face pressed against the carpet, ass presented to him like an offering.No preamble, no warning, he slams himself deep into me. The sound he makes, a feral and debauched groan, might be the hottest thing I've ever heard. It's equal parts primal and hedonic, all pretense of keeping quiet long forgotten. His blunt nails dig into the soft flesh of my hips as he drives himself into me, over and over and over.It's animalistic and it's savage, the vulgar slapping of his balls against my skin, the sweat and snot and tears and dribbling down my face, the wretched sobbing squeaks I make as he fucks me relentlessly. It is both endlessly hot and humiliating. There's the heat of shame curdling in my gut, how I shouldn't want this, it shouldn't feel so good. But then the way his strong hands tangle in my hair, pulling me, dragging me up against him; then the way he clamps his canines into my neck, the sharp painful pleasure of it; the way I know I couldn't fight him even if I tried. The way I am completely and utterly at his mercy; all of it has my thighs clenching and quivering as my second orgasm builds.“You're gonna come from this, huh? You close again, huh?” he pants in my ear. “This is what turns you on? Used like the worthless piece of meat you are?'I can't pretend. Sobbing, moaning, covered in drool and snot, I nod. “Uh huh. You can have me, you can use me. Have me however you want,” I whimper in my phlegmy voice. “You're so; oh; I'm so close; I'm gonna.'“Nope,” he says, suddenly pulling out of me, all at once leaving me empty and wanting. “You're not going to come again. You're mine to use, you're not allowed to like it too, you greedy little slut.” He rolls me over on my back, and, kneeling above me, strokes himself over my face. I open my mouth, tongue out, ready for him, while my fingers press against my aching clit, desperately clutching at the remnants of my ruined orgasm.“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, “slimy, disgusting little slut. Fuck, you're so perfect.” He continues to mumble words both degrading and flattering until, with a final moan, his come spills over my tongue, hot and salty. As his spend drips down my flushed face, my hips gyrate into my hands and I spill over, too. My second orgasm is a weak, ruined shadow of the first, empty of my therapist but full of disgrace. I feel thoroughly debased. Disgusting. Glazed with spunk, a husk of a woman.The air is hot and thick with sex. There's a heavy ache in my center, a cold emptiness, as I stare up at the ceiling. I still don't believe what's just happened. There must be some mistake, some misunderstanding. Maybe I'm having a psychotic break. Maybe this is all in my head. Some fantasy turned foul.I can hear him re-buckling his belt and shuffling about at the desk, until he appears beside me, gently helping me sit upright. Tenderly he wipes the goo from my face with wet wipes, deep brown eyes searching mine. His dark curls are plastered to his face with sweat.“Nobody will know about this,” he says in a low voice. “You have my word. I know better than anyone how fragile you are, and how poorly you will handle anyone knowing how you threw yourself at me like that. Nobody will know what a greedy whore you really are. You can trust me.” The cruelty in his words are softened by how gentle he's being, softly caressing my shoulders as he wipes away the gunk from my skin.He's taking care of me.It's nice.He's a good person.He helps me to my feet. I shake like a lamb.“Anyway, our time is up.” He opens the door and ushers me out. “I'll see you next week.'The last I see of him is a predatory, vulpine grin, before the door clicks shut.Clinical PleasureKate visits Doctor Yang to treat her sexual dysfunctions.Based on a post by nymphic“Kate Williams?” calls the receptionist.At the sound of her name, a fair-complexioned young woman jerks her strawberry blonde head up. “Yes?”“Doctor Yang is ready to see you. Third door on the right.”Timidly, Kate walks up to Doctor Yang's office. She smooths her dress and takes a deep, shaky breath before entering.Doctor Yang looks to be in his mid-forties--black hair slicked back, greying at the temples. He's fit, with wide shoulders, and his shirt bunches around his elbows where the sleeves are rolled up, showing off well-defined forearms.He gives Kate a firm handshake before ushering her into the room. “Miss Williams, welcome, I'm Doctor Yang. Pull up a chair.”She perches primly on a chair of squeaky vinyl while he takes a seat behind his desk. There's an ancient, blocky computer taking up so much space on his desk, there's barely room left for the messy notes scattered about. Behind, a curtain half obscures an examination table. At the sight of it, trepidation bubbles in Kate's stomach.“What brings you in today?” the doctor asks.“Um.” She stares intently at the floor, unable to explain to this handsome doctor all of her sexual inadequacies.After the silence between them becomes sufficiently awkward, Doctor Yang takes pity on poor Kate, clearing his throat and shuffling his notes.“Look, it's normal to be nervous, but I assure you, I've heard it all before. This is a judgement free space, and I'm here to help you.” He looks at her with kind, dark eyes. “Whenever you're ready.”Kate fiddles with the hem of her sundress as she begins. “Well, I'm in a pretty new relationship right now, and. We're having intimacy issues.”“Intimacy issues,” says Doctor Yang. There's a distinct lack of judgement in his tone, which calms the anxiety in Kate's stomach. He's almost detached as he clack-clack-clacks the clunky keyboard. The behemoth computer buzzes and whirs away as he types. “Tell me more about the issues you've been having.”“My boyfriend and I; he's the one who urged me come here; are, well. We just started sleeping together. And I'm finding it quite difficult.” She bites her lip.“Difficult in what way?”Kate looks down at her sandals as she says, “I'm told sex ought to be pleasurable.”Doctor Yang chuckles, showing off deep dimples. “It's generally supposed to be, yes. That hasn't been your experience?”Kate shakes her head, curly hair bouncing around her shoulders. “No, not the times we've tried together. I just can't see how anything can... fit.” She can feel her face heating up. “Every time we try it's so uncomfortable for me. Sometimes it hurts. Plus, I've never been able to... get there. Not when we're together, at least.”Doctor Yang nods. “You know, many women your age have that experience too. It's completely normal.”“What? You mean this is just how it is?”She must look panic-stricken, because Doctor Yang immediately backtracks. “No, no! It shouldn't hurt, it should never hurt! What I mean to say is that this issue is more common than you realize, and it's definitely something I can help with.”She slumps back in the chair with relief, air whooshing from her lungs.“To get to the bottom of your problem, though,” Doctor Yang continues, “I'm going to ask a few personal questions. There will be no judgement from me, I just want you to answer honestly. Is that okay?” His face is open and friendly, and Kate trusts him, but what could he mean, personal questions? How much more personal can it get?“Sure,” she says, and if Doctor Yang notices her hesitation, he doesn't let on.

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 A revenge fantasy with a twist.Based on the work of Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Apologies to anyone actually named Karen. We feel your pain. But life isn't always fair, is it?"Are you the manager?" The Karen yelled in his face.Mack sighed wearily. It had already been a rough shift, and when he got the page from Jill, who was working the Department store's Customer Service desk, he just knew his day wasn't about to get boring."Yes, now if you could please, calm down and tell me what the problem is here," he answered evenly. "The Problem?" The Karen screeched, "The problem is I've been standing here for 30 minutes.” It wasn't that long, Mack knew, trying to convince this silly cow." She gestured wildly at Jill, "to give me a simple cash refund on these items I purchased just yesterday that I'd like to return!" Jill was a newly hired clerk, working part time while attending the local college. This was Jill's second week at the store, and her first encounter with a ‘Karen'.Mack already knew the details of this ignorant woman's request, but he picked up and inspected the garments anyway, knowing he'd find no price tags on them. He also knew the screaming harpy had produced no receipt.Mack took charge and observed Jill's frazzled expression. “Jill, I'll make sure our customer's issues are resolved.”"Ma'am," Mack began, calmly yet firmly, "our store policy is very clear. No cash refunds on items without a receipt. Now we will gladly give you store credit, good for,”The Karen cut him off sharply, "Store credit? What makes you think I want store credit? I'll never shop here again after the way I've been treated today, I promise you that!"He was trying to formulate a response that didn't involve the words "go fuck yourself," when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder. It was his security officer, Phil. "Excuse me ma'am," Mack said as he turned aside to allow Phil to speak softly and unheard by The Karen.The Karen let out a loud harrumph, then turned her wrath back over to Jill, spouting ridiculous threats about having her fired and other nonsense that Mack blocked out as he focused on what Phil was quietly relaying to him. Mack's eyes went wide, and a broad smile slowly crept over his weary face."Ma'am," Mack interrupted the woman who was still ranting at poor Jill, "if you could please come with me, I'm sure we can find a reasonable solution that will make you happy, I promise. Jill, take a 10 minute break."The Karen looked skeptical, but followed Mack and Phil to the security office not far from the customer service desk.When all were in the office, Mack closed the door, then ushered The Karen to take a seat in front of the desk. Behind the desk was a wall of security monitors.Phil walked quietly behind the desk, tapped some keys at his computer, found what he was looking for, then spun the screen around so that both Mack and The Karen could see it.The Karen's eyes went wide. There, captured in high definition color, a video started playing; a video that featured her as the lead role. On the screen, The Karen was collecting various clothing items off the rack, then, after looking around, was clearly seen cutting the tags off with a small pair of scissors she'd produced from her purse. Mack nodded to Phil, who paused the video. "Well, I think we've seen enough, don't you?" Mack addressed her with a grim smile. He then gave a quick nod to Phil, who stood up and left the room without a word. Mack took Phil's seat behind the desk and turned his attention back to her.The Karen sat there, deflated. All the bluster and anger had drained from her, and she now looked fearful. "Listen, please, you can't,” she started.Mack cut her off. "Can't what? Call the police, have you arrested? I most certainly can, and will." With that he reached for the phone."Please!" she begged, imploring him. "I can't get arrested! My husband, he's, he's running for office, City Council. If this gets out it would destroy his campaign!""You should have thought of that before you came into my store with such an idiotic plan." His hand moved again towards the phone."Wait, please! There must be something we can do? I'll do, I'll do anything," she pleaded.Mack sat back, a sly grin on his face."You could suck my dick," he said bluntly.The Karen stood up, a mix of shock, terror and anger on her face. "I'll do no such thing!" she bellowed. "You fucking pig! I'm leaving, right now, you can't stop,”Mack cut her off sharply, angrily, "Sit down."Surprisingly, she did as she was told.Mack composed himself, then continued.  "Yes, you could walk out of here, right now. I wouldn't lay one finger on you to stop you. My security cameras will film you, all the way out the door and across the parking lot. They'll pick up the make, model and color of your car, probably the license plate as well. The police will show up at your home shortly after you arrive there, and you can put on a nice little show for your neighbors. I'm sure your husband would love that."Her eyes were welling up with tears. Mack didn't care. He continued, "I'm sure you'll try and tell someone about what I just said. A lawyer might even believe you. But I also know there's cell phone footage of you ranting like a lunatic at my poor clerk, and that along with my security footage is gonna shoot huge holes in your credibility, I'd think.""Or," he continued, "you cannot utter another goddamn word, get over here, get on your knees, suck my fucking dick, then leave and never come back to my store again. Your choice. I'll give you 30 seconds," he finished. Mack rested his hand once more on the phone for emphasis. Mack studied her face and saw the various emotions that crossed it in those ticking seconds. Fear, followed by stubbornness, then back to fear. Next came a slow dawning realization of helplessness. Then finally, understanding and grim acceptance.She stood up, steeled herself, and walked around behind the desk. Mack pushed his chair back and she quietly kneeled, looking up at him with a glare of hatred and anger.When she didn't move, Mack stood up. Unbuckling his belt, he loosened his pants, unzipped, and yanked them down along with his boxers in one swift tug.His cock hung low, long even in its flaccid state. She gasped, flushed, then glared at it."Well," he said with a dark smile. "What are you waiting for? It's not gonna suck itself."The Karen glared up at him again, and he saw a steely glint in her eye that made him think she might refuse to do it after all.Then her hand was on his cock, lifting its weight roughly, stroking it to try and get him hard.She wasn't an unattractive woman. She had a pretty face when it wasn't twisted in anger, and a nice fucking rack. Mack was enjoying the freckled cleavage her blouse revealed from this angle. His cock slowly began to stir."Oh, before I forget," Mack said suddenly, as her hand gripped him almost too tightly, "a couple of things. First, say hi to that camera, just up there." He pointed over his shoulder and upwards. "It's at a pretty good angle, should capture your face and my cock both pretty well.""You bastard," she growled. Mack continued, not missing a beat. "It's separate from the store security, and uploads to the cloud using an app on my phone. No sound I'm afraid, just the images. I'm pretty sure you'd appear to be consenting if I were forced to show it to someone in my defense," he stated, almost casually. If looks could kill, he'd have been stone dead in an instant."Second thing," he continued, "if you try to hurt me, you know; bite or something, I'd have to hurt you back. Oh I'd probably wind up in jail too, no doubt, but that won't save you from being arrested either. And what would hubby and your little community say about how it all played out, eh? Think he'd still get elected if they found out his wife was blowing random guys to get out of a shoplifting charge?"She was crying now. Sobbing, she pleaded, "Look, I'm sorry, I am, please just,” She stopped, hanging her head in shame.Now that made his dick hard.Mack took her by the chin, gently lifting her face. "Listen," he said, almost kindly. "Just relax. Close your eyes if you have to. Imagine I'm your favorite Hollywood guy or rock star or whatever, I don't care. Do a good job and this won't take long at all, and you can be on your way, ok?" His voice was soothing, caring almost.She calmed her hitching sobs, dried her eyes, and took his now swollen, erect cock back in her grip, less harshly this time. She eyed it nervously. She was now facing an almost 9 inch monster cock."I, I don't think I can take it all," she stammered. "Oh I'm sure you'll manage," Mack laughed harshly, then put his hands on the back of her head, his intention clear. Her mouth found the huge purple knob of his glans, her lips parted over then around it, sucking it in. She tried to pause there but Mack's hands continued to apply pressure behind her head, while at the same time pushing his massive member deeper and deeper in her mouth.It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Mack didn't let up, just held it there. A loud moan escaped his lips."Oh, yeah, that's it. See, I knew you could do it. Good job," he commended her snidely. She managed to pull back, his cock flopping from her mouth with a wet plop. Saliva drooled from her lips and she spat angrily. "Look, I know how to suck a dick. You want it like that? I can give you that. Just don't push my fucking head, you asshole." Her rage was palpable. Mack cocked his head a moment, as if thinking it over, then released his grip on her head and threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Sure thing, princess. Show me what you got then."Her eyes furrowed at him, locked on his as she took his hot flesh back in her mouth, letting him see the pure white heat of her hate as she swallowed almost his entire shaft in one swift plunge.Mack's body jerked involuntarily, and he gasped in pleasure. "Oh damn, you go girl," he said in mocking tones.She pulled back again, spat angrily on his cock, gripped the base of it with her right hand, spat again, spread the saliva with long strokes up and down his thick vein covered shaft, then plunged her mouth over it again, stopping only when her lips met where her hand was holding its grip.Now she was simultaneously sucking and jerking him, a classic porn star move. Her head swirled and bobbed. Her tongue sliding up and down the thick hard vein that ran the length of the underside of his shaft. Each time she plunged deep, she gagged. Each time she pulled back, spit ran in huge strands from the sides of her mouth, mixing with her ruby red lipstick and running down her chin to then drip into the cleavage of her heavy, swaying breasts.Her eyes were watering. But they never broke from his gaze, nor did her anger ever fade from them.Her pace was relentless, only briefly pausing from her expert deep throat work to pull his massive cock out, spit her built up saliva at it, jerk him, flick and twirl her tongue around the head, then swallow him whole once again."Jesus fucking Christ, where the fuck did you learn to suck dick? Goddamn, I bet the boys fucking loved you back in high school," Mack said, still managing a condescending tone despite his gasps and groans. He felt her growl reverberate through his throbbing cock more than he actually heard it. Then he felt her hand reach up, grasp his balls, and squeeze.For a scary moment, Mack thought she might actually try and crush his testicles. Then her grip relaxed somewhat and she began fondling them, roughly but not without pleasure.Mack rested a hand once again on her head. This time he didn't push, merely felt the soft locks of her flowing chestnut brown hair. She had a much more natural and stylish cut than most of those other Karen's you'd see on the internet clips. On a good day it probably looked much nicer than the tangled, sweaty mess it had quickly become once she started her work in earnest.Mack broke his gaze with her fiery green eyes to look down at her breasts. Two buttons had somehow come undone from her almost violent ministrations, and he gazed with lust at the creamy, voluptuous flesh exposed, lightly freckled and now coated in puddles of lipstick stained saliva dripping down deep into her cleavage.He noticed her nipples next, protruding large, stiff and swollen under the fabric of her blouse. She was moaning loudly, sending vibrations all through his cock, and her mouth seemed almost eager in the way she gobbled him hungrily. It was at that same moment that his sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of pussy.Looking down he spied, to his utter shock, that her free hand was deep under her skirt, and obviously thrusting away at her cunt like a woman possessed. "You little whore, you're actually enjoying this!" Mack exclaimed."Fick eww," she tried to say, her mouth full of man meat. Her words were muffled of course, but her intent was clear enough. "If you insist," Mack said, suddenly grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled her up and off his cock, her teeth almost scraping him as she released it from her mouth, gasping for air like a drowning swimmer.She struggled against him but was no match for his size and strength, and within moments he had her bent over the desk with her skirt pulled up over her ass. As Mack suspected, she wore no panties.He drank in the vision greedily for only a moment. Enough to admire the full plumpness of her well rounded ass, the half-moons of pale milky flesh coming together in a cleft that framed her plump, gaping, soaking wet pussy."Oh you fucker," she gasped, still struggling, "don't you fucking dare!"Her anger quickly turned to desperation as she felt the fat tip of his massive cock start to part her slick opening."No, please, don't, I'm begging you, no, ah!" her voice raised in a scream as he penetrated her fully in one swift, hard thrust.Any protestations she may have had after that became unintelligible, her voice now simply guttural and growling.Mack fucked her hard and fast, ramming her doggie style, his balls sla

 A revenge fantasy with a twist.Based on the work of Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Apologies to anyone actually named Karen. We feel your pain. But life isn't always fair, is it?"Are you the manager?" The Karen yelled in his face.Mack sighed wearily. It had already been a rough shift, and when he got the page from Jill, who was working the Department store's Customer Service desk, he just knew his day wasn't about to get boring."Yes, now if you could please, calm down and tell me what the problem is here," he answered evenly. "The Problem?" The Karen screeched, "The problem is I've been standing here for 30 minutes.” It wasn't that long, Mack knew, trying to convince this silly cow." She gestured wildly at Jill, "to give me a simple cash refund on these items I purchased just yesterday that I'd like to return!" Jill was a newly hired clerk, working part time while attending the local college. This was Jill's second week at the store, and her first encounter with a ‘Karen'.Mack already knew the details of this ignorant woman's request, but he picked up and inspected the garments anyway, knowing he'd find no price tags on them. He also knew the screaming harpy had produced no receipt.Mack took charge and observed Jill's frazzled expression. “Jill, I'll make sure our customer's issues are resolved.”"Ma'am," Mack began, calmly yet firmly, "our store policy is very clear. No cash refunds on items without a receipt. Now we will gladly give you store credit, good for,”The Karen cut him off sharply, "Store credit? What makes you think I want store credit? I'll never shop here again after the way I've been treated today, I promise you that!"He was trying to formulate a response that didn't involve the words "go fuck yourself," when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder. It was his security officer, Phil. "Excuse me ma'am," Mack said as he turned aside to allow Phil to speak softly and unheard by The Karen.The Karen let out a loud harrumph, then turned her wrath back over to Jill, spouting ridiculous threats about having her fired and other nonsense that Mack blocked out as he focused on what Phil was quietly relaying to him. Mack's eyes went wide, and a broad smile slowly crept over his weary face."Ma'am," Mack interrupted the woman who was still ranting at poor Jill, "if you could please come with me, I'm sure we can find a reasonable solution that will make you happy, I promise. Jill, take a 10 minute break."The Karen looked skeptical, but followed Mack and Phil to the security office not far from the customer service desk.When all were in the office, Mack closed the door, then ushered The Karen to take a seat in front of the desk. Behind the desk was a wall of security monitors.Phil walked quietly behind the desk, tapped some keys at his computer, found what he was looking for, then spun the screen around so that both Mack and The Karen could see it.The Karen's eyes went wide. There, captured in high definition color, a video started playing; a video that featured her as the lead role. On the screen, The Karen was collecting various clothing items off the rack, then, after looking around, was clearly seen cutting the tags off with a small pair of scissors she'd produced from her purse. Mack nodded to Phil, who paused the video. "Well, I think we've seen enough, don't you?" Mack addressed her with a grim smile. He then gave a quick nod to Phil, who stood up and left the room without a word. Mack took Phil's seat behind the desk and turned his attention back to her.The Karen sat there, deflated. All the bluster and anger had drained from her, and she now looked fearful. "Listen, please, you can't,” she started.Mack cut her off. "Can't what? Call the police, have you arrested? I most certainly can, and will." With that he reached for the phone."Please!" she begged, imploring him. "I can't get arrested! My husband, he's, he's running for office, City Council. If this gets out it would destroy his campaign!""You should have thought of that before you came into my store with such an idiotic plan." His hand moved again towards the phone."Wait, please! There must be something we can do? I'll do, I'll do anything," she pleaded.Mack sat back, a sly grin on his face."You could suck my dick," he said bluntly.The Karen stood up, a mix of shock, terror and anger on her face. "I'll do no such thing!" she bellowed. "You fucking pig! I'm leaving, right now, you can't stop,”Mack cut her off sharply, angrily, "Sit down."Surprisingly, she did as she was told.Mack composed himself, then continued.  "Yes, you could walk out of here, right now. I wouldn't lay one finger on you to stop you. My security cameras will film you, all the way out the door and across the parking lot. They'll pick up the make, model and color of your car, probably the license plate as well. The police will show up at your home shortly after you arrive there, and you can put on a nice little show for your neighbors. I'm sure your husband would love that."Her eyes were welling up with tears. Mack didn't care. He continued, "I'm sure you'll try and tell someone about what I just said. A lawyer might even believe you. But I also know there's cell phone footage of you ranting like a lunatic at my poor clerk, and that along with my security footage is gonna shoot huge holes in your credibility, I'd think.""Or," he continued, "you cannot utter another goddamn word, get over here, get on your knees, suck my fucking dick, then leave and never come back to my store again. Your choice. I'll give you 30 seconds," he finished. Mack rested his hand once more on the phone for emphasis. Mack studied her face and saw the various emotions that crossed it in those ticking seconds. Fear, followed by stubbornness, then back to fear. Next came a slow dawning realization of helplessness. Then finally, understanding and grim acceptance.She stood up, steeled herself, and walked around behind the desk. Mack pushed his chair back and she quietly kneeled, looking up at him with a glare of hatred and anger.When she didn't move, Mack stood up. Unbuckling his belt, he loosened his pants, unzipped, and yanked them down along with his boxers in one swift tug.His cock hung low, long even in its flaccid state. She gasped, flushed, then glared at it."Well," he said with a dark smile. "What are you waiting for? It's not gonna suck itself."The Karen glared up at him again, and he saw a steely glint in her eye that made him think she might refuse to do it after all.Then her hand was on his cock, lifting its weight roughly, stroking it to try and get him hard.She wasn't an unattractive woman. She had a pretty face when it wasn't twisted in anger, and a nice fucking rack. Mack was enjoying the freckled cleavage her blouse revealed from this angle. His cock slowly began to stir."Oh, before I forget," Mack said suddenly, as her hand gripped him almost too tightly, "a couple of things. First, say hi to that camera, just up there." He pointed over his shoulder and upwards. "It's at a pretty good angle, should capture your face and my cock both pretty well.""You bastard," she growled. Mack continued, not missing a beat. "It's separate from the store security, and uploads to the cloud using an app on my phone. No sound I'm afraid, just the images. I'm pretty sure you'd appear to be consenting if I were forced to show it to someone in my defense," he stated, almost casually. If looks could kill, he'd have been stone dead in an instant."Second thing," he continued, "if you try to hurt me, you know; bite or something, I'd have to hurt you back. Oh I'd probably wind up in jail too, no doubt, but that won't save you from being arrested either. And what would hubby and your little community say about how it all played out, eh? Think he'd still get elected if they found out his wife was blowing random guys to get out of a shoplifting charge?"She was crying now. Sobbing, she pleaded, "Look, I'm sorry, I am, please just,” She stopped, hanging her head in shame.Now that made his dick hard.Mack took her by the chin, gently lifting her face. "Listen," he said, almost kindly. "Just relax. Close your eyes if you have to. Imagine I'm your favorite Hollywood guy or rock star or whatever, I don't care. Do a good job and this won't take long at all, and you can be on your way, ok?" His voice was soothing, caring almost.She calmed her hitching sobs, dried her eyes, and took his now swollen, erect cock back in her grip, less harshly this time. She eyed it nervously. She was now facing an almost 9 inch monster cock."I, I don't think I can take it all," she stammered. "Oh I'm sure you'll manage," Mack laughed harshly, then put his hands on the back of her head, his intention clear. Her mouth found the huge purple knob of his glans, her lips parted over then around it, sucking it in. She tried to pause there but Mack's hands continued to apply pressure behind her head, while at the same time pushing his massive member deeper and deeper in her mouth.It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Mack didn't let up, just held it there. A loud moan escaped his lips."Oh, yeah, that's it. See, I knew you could do it. Good job," he commended her snidely. She managed to pull back, his cock flopping from her mouth with a wet plop. Saliva drooled from her lips and she spat angrily. "Look, I know how to suck a dick. You want it like that? I can give you that. Just don't push my fucking head, you asshole." Her rage was palpable. Mack cocked his head a moment, as if thinking it over, then released his grip on her head and threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Sure thing, princess. Show me what you got then."Her eyes furrowed at him, locked on his as she took his hot flesh back in her mouth, letting him see the pure white heat of her hate as she swallowed almost his entire shaft in one swift plunge.Mack's body jerked involuntarily, and he gasped in pleasure. "Oh damn, you go girl," he said in mocking tones.She pulled back again, spat angrily on his cock, gripped the base of it with her right hand, spat again, spread the saliva with long strokes up and down his thick vein covered shaft, then plunged her mouth over it again, stopping only when her lips met where her hand was holding its grip.Now she was simultaneously sucking and jerking him, a classic porn star move. Her head swirled and bobbed. Her tongue sliding up and down the thick hard vein that ran the length of the underside of his shaft. Each time she plunged deep, she gagged. Each time she pulled back, spit ran in huge strands from the sides of her mouth, mixing with her ruby red lipstick and running down her chin to then drip into the cleavage of her heavy, swaying breasts.Her eyes were watering. But they never broke from his gaze, nor did her anger ever fade from them.Her pace was relentless, only briefly pausing from her expert deep throat work to pull his massive cock out, spit her built up saliva at it, jerk him, flick and twirl her tongue around the head, then swallow him whole once again."Jesus fucking Christ, where the fuck did you learn to suck dick? Goddamn, I bet the boys fucking loved you back in high school," Mack said, still managing a condescending tone despite his gasps and groans. He felt her growl reverberate through his throbbing cock more than he actually heard it. Then he felt her hand reach up, grasp his balls, and squeeze.For a scary moment, Mack thought she might actually try and crush his testicles. Then her grip relaxed somewhat and she began fondling them, roughly but not without pleasure.Mack rested a hand once again on her head. This time he didn't push, merely felt the soft locks of her flowing chestnut brown hair. She had a much more natural and stylish cut than most of those other Karen's you'd see on the internet clips. On a good day it probably looked much nicer than the tangled, sweaty mess it had quickly become once she started her work in earnest.Mack broke his gaze with her fiery green eyes to look down at her breasts. Two buttons had somehow come undone from her almost violent ministrations, and he gazed with lust at the creamy, voluptuous flesh exposed, lightly freckled and now coated in puddles of lipstick stained saliva dripping down deep into her cleavage.He noticed her nipples next, protruding large, stiff and swollen under the fabric of her blouse. She was moaning loudly, sending vibrations all through his cock, and her mouth seemed almost eager in the way she gobbled him hungrily. It was at that same moment that his sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of pussy.Looking down he spied, to his utter shock, that her free hand was deep under her skirt, and obviously thrusting away at her cunt like a woman possessed. "You little whore, you're actually enjoying this!" Mack exclaimed."Fick eww," she tried to say, her mouth full of man meat. Her words were muffled of course, but her intent was clear enough. "If you insist," Mack said, suddenly grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled her up and off his cock, her teeth almost scraping him as she released it from her mouth, gasping for air like a drowning swimmer.She struggled against him but was no match for his size and strength, and within moments he had her bent over the desk with her skirt pulled up over her ass. As Mack suspected, she wore no panties.He drank in the vision greedily for only a moment. Enough to admire the full plumpness of her well rounded ass, the half-moons of pale milky flesh coming together in a cleft that framed her plump, gaping, soaking wet pussy."Oh you fucker," she gasped, still struggling, "don't you fucking dare!"Her anger quickly turned to desperation as she felt the fat tip of his massive cock start to part her slick opening."No, please, don't, I'm begging you, no, ah!" her voice raised in a scream as he penetrated her fully in one swift, hard thrust.Any protestations she may have had after that became unintelligible, her voice now simply guttural and growling.Mack fucked her hard and fast, ramming her doggie style, his balls sla

On this full episode of LARRY, we discuss Jimmy Kimmel and many others crying real tears over Donald Trump winning the 2024 presidential election, the hosts of MSNBC's "Morning Joe" getting into a FIGHT over the price of butter, Trump's plans for immigration on DAY ONE, and MUCH, much more! Watch LARRY LIVE — Monday-Thursday at 12PM Eastern EXCLUSIVELY on Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-5769468 Find LARRY wherever you get your podcasts! SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/7i8F7K4fqIDmqZSIHJNhMh?si=814ce2f8478944c0&nd=1&dlsi=e799ca22e81b456f APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/larry/id1730596733 Become a Townhall VIP Member today and use promo code LARRY for 50% off: https://townhall.com/subscribe?tpcc=poddescription https://townhall.com/https://www.facebook.com/townhallcom/https://www.instagram.com/townhallmedia/https://twitter.com/townhallcomBecome a Townhall VIP member with promo code "LARRY": https://townhall.com/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this fun-sized-isode, Gwen & Kate talk about NSDR, a quick way to reduce anxiety – is it magic? Or is it just meditation? Breathwork + the Breath Space app. The signs when it's time to take a break and park the less important tasks. We ponder if behind closed doors Nigella loves bucket of KFC and Gwen demonstrates her partially convincing Northern accent currently across the airwaves oop North. Plus listener shoutouts + upcoming RUMP news!  We also mention the following episodes of Right Up My Podcast:Ep.46 - Breathwork Pt 1EP.33 - Deep WorkIf you enjoy the podcast, please subscribe, share with your friends and leave a review. It takes less than 60 seconds and really makes a difference in helping people discover the podcast. Thank you!Join the RUMP Club! Support the team and access exclusive content from as little as £3 p/month at: Right Up My Podcast | PatreonOr, if you'd like to make a one-off donation, you can buy us a virtual coffee from Buy Me a Coffee!Be social with us!InstagramFacebookTikTok

Charlotte and Jo discuss the mortifying ordeal of being (visually) perceived and other trials of embodiment as explored in Lucy Grealy's Autobiography of a Face and Judith Moore's Fat Girl: A True Story. The REAL and spectacular Sarah Miller then joins to give her wholehearted endorsement to Elizabeth Jane Howard's The Cazalet Chronicles. Sarah Miller has written for the New York Times, the New Yorker, New York Magazine, and the Paris Review, covering topics ranging from climate change to American Imperialism to how ugly her unrenovated bathroom is. She works part time at a wine store in Grass Valley California and loves red and blue heelers. Her Substack is called The Real Sarah Miller. Send questions, requests, recommendations, and your own thoughts about any of the books discussed today to readingwriterspod at gmail dot com. Charlotte's most recent book is An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work. Learn more at charoshane.comJo co-edits The Stopgap and their writing lives at jolivingstone.com. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Timecodes: 0:00 Start 00:45 KFC kicked off Mens Mental Health Month by Sobbing uncontrollably 11:30 Ray J Changed all of our lives 18:23 Glenn Powell Got Got with the Cannibal Urban Legend 18:39 Glenn Powell Clip on Therapuss: https://x.com/CollinRugg/status/1799493776899207366?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1799493776899207366%7Ctwgr%5Ef2338885b67ee8a7577f841413c0c72f291aef9f%7Ctwcon%5Es1_&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fgizmodo.com%2Fembed%2Finset%2Fiframe%3Fid%3Dtwitter-1799493776899207366autosize%3D1 34:02 We're the reason Caitlin Clark isn't in the Olympics 42:59 American Cricket is having a moment 50:36 Video Voicemails: King's allergies 01:03:36 Video Voicemails: Can openers 01:20:30 Video Voicemail: Old Lady V 01:31:19 MFK: Hands, Eyebrows, Nips 01:39:13 Gary Vider Interview 01:48:13 Gary's Thoughts on Katt Williams 01:49:09 Eminem is the reason Gary started selling c*** 01:57:35 Past prime party age 02:03:40 Gary is trying to find his dad who was a con artist +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Gametime: Download the Gametime app or go to https://gametime.co, enter your email, and redeem code KFC for $20 off your first purchase (terms apply). Factor: Head to https://FACTORMEALS.com/kfc50 and use code kfc50 to get 50% off your first box plus 20% off your next month. Omaha Steaks: Go to https://OmahaSteaks.com and order delicious gift packages starting at $99 with code KFC at check out to get $10 off your order. Bilt: Earn points by paying rent right now when you go to https://joinbilt.com/KFC. MAX: Season 2 of House of the Dragon premieres this SUNDAY at 9PM on Max.You can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/kfcr

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In court, mom Nancy Iskander breaks down as photos taken by a witness to the brutal hit and run of her sons are shown in court.  Iskander breaks into tears after calling out her son's name, then runs out of the courtroom. Just after 7pm, on a September evening, Jacob and Mark Iskander, their siblings and parents go for an evening stroll to a nearby lake.   The 6 member family is -crossing in a cross walk at a three way intersection when mother Nancy hears a speeding car barreling their way.  The mom says her husband and daughter were father away from the street. She tries to signal to the two SUVs  to slow down.  She tries to pull the children back, only managing  to grab 1 of them and dive out of the way.  Jacob and Mark are hit.   Mark Iskander dies at the scene. Mark dies later at the hospital. According to police, Mark was  thrown 254 feet.   Nancy Iskander tells police that two SUV's  were quote “ zigzagging with each other as if they were playing or racing.”  She says the drivers didn't stop, at the intersection, not even when the 11 year old was on the hood of the car.  “  Deputies reportedly catch up with a white Mercedes with significant front-end damage a third of a mile from the scene.  Behind the wheel is Rebecca Grossman.  Los Angeles County Sheriff department say they believe that vehicle was traveling over 80 miles an hour. Grossman's breathalyzer test after the crash showed a blood-alcohol content of 0.076% accord to local news reports. The legal limit in California is 0.08%.  A blood sample taken three hours after the crash, registered at the 0.08% mark. Rebecca Grossman is charged with two felony counts each of second degree murder and vehicular manslaughter with gross negligence, and one felony count of hit-and-run driving resulting in death.  Grossman has pleaded not guilty.   Joining Nancy Grace Today: Matthew Mangino - Attorney, Former District Attorney (Lawrence County, PA), Author: "The Executioner's Toll: The Crimes, Arrests, Trials, Appeals, Last Meals, Final Words and Executions of 46 Persons in the United States", Twitter: @MatthewTMangino, MattMangino.com  Caryn L. Stark - Psychologist, renowned TV and Radio trauma expert and consultant, www.carynstark.com, Instagram: carynpsych, FB: Caryn Stark Private Practice Robert Crispin - Private Investigator, Former Federal Task Force Officer for United States Department of Justice, DEA and Miami Field Division, Former Homicide and Crimes Against Children Investigator, “Crispin Special Investigations” CrispinInvestigations.com, Facebook: Crispin Special Investigations, Inc.    Joe Scott Morgan - Professor of Forensics: Jacksonville State University, Author, "Blood Beneath My Feet", Host: "Body Bags with Joseph Scott Morgan", Twitter: @JoScottForensic  Joseph Tremblay - accident reconstructionist, Senior Engineer and Co-Owner of Veritech Consulting Engineering,www.veritecheng.com Stacey D. Stewart - CEO of Mother Against Drunk Driving (MADD), Twitter: @maddnational, madd.org   Eamon Murphy -Staff writer for The Acorn Newspapers, www.theacorn.com, X: @EamonPMurphy  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jennifer Crumbley and her husband James are being tried separately in Michigan after their teenage son opened fire inside a high school in 2021, killing four students. The prosecution called out Jennifer Crumbley's defense attorney, Shannon Smith, for her reaction to a video of the shooting played in court. Smith insisted her reaction was reasonable and restrained. Law&Crime's Jesse Weber breaks down the most heart wrenching moments from the first day of testimony.PLEASE SUPPORT THE SHOW:Go to https://dealdash.com/LawCrime100 for 100 free bids with your first bid pack purchase now!HOST:Jesse Weber: https://twitter.com/jessecordweberLAW&CRIME SIDEBAR PRODUCTION:YouTube Management - Bobby SzokePodcasting - Sam GoldbergVideo Editing - Michael DeiningerScript Writing & Producing - Savannah WilliamsonGuest Booking - Alyssa Fisher & Diane KayeSocial Media Management - Vanessa BeinSTAY UP-TO-DATE WITH THE LAW&CRIME NETWORK:Watch Law&Crime Network on YouTubeTV: https://bit.ly/3td2e3yWhere To Watch Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3akxLK5Sign Up For Law&Crime's Daily Newsletter: https://bit.ly/LawandCrimeNewsletterRead Fascinating Articles From Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3td2IqoLAW&CRIME NETWORK SOCIAL MEDIA:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lawandcrime/Twitter: https://twitter.com/LawCrimeNetworkFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/lawandcrimeTwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/lawandcrimenetworkTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lawandcrimeSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

After nearly FIVE YEARS, it's time to wrap up Kamen Rider Den-O with episodes 46-49! We say goodbye for now to all of our Imagin pals, and try to make sense of all the series' wild timeline shenanigans. Plus, we're stunned to learn who's voicing Gotchard Daybreak!   2:03 - Intro 14:07 - News 30:02 - Den-O 46-49   Website: www.RiderLovePodcast.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/RiderLOVEcast Email: RiderLovePodcast@gmail.com

A dressmaker, a hairdresser, and an ambitious, aspirational housewife, wreak havoc on this season of SLC. With new tea dropping each day from opposing camps and messages being posted on behalf of Jen, let's review moments throughout the season that suddenly make more sense, discuss who is posting what on social media, and then a recap of Reunion Part 1 with my thoughts and predictions for what comes next. Sobbing over guac, lost rings, bathtub showdowns, giant sunglasses, no-show relatives, jewelry lines, anonymous DMs, drive-bys, and the black eye is back, what a season.

This week, we slam our way into the new year with a wrestler, who almost made it to the top, but his personality set him back. He seemed to lose his mind, when he was released by WWE, but a year later, he really unravels. A sudden & brutal murder, in front of the neighbors. Will he pay the price?Perform for independent wrestling companies with silly names, bubble under the surface with anger, have a pollice dog finally take you down with Brian McGhee AKA DT Porter AKA Donovan Ruddick!!Check us out, every Tuesday!We will continue to bring you the biggest idiots in sports history!! Hosted by James Pietragallo & Jimmie Whisman Donate at... patreon.com/crimeinsports or with paypal.com using our email: crimeinsports@gmail.com Get all the CIS & STM merch at crimeinsports.threadless.com Go to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things CIS & STM!! Contact us on... twitter.com/crimeinsports crimeinsports@gmail.com facebook.com/Crimeinsports instagram.com/smalltownmurderSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this, the last episode of 2023, Michelle and Katherine angree about movies and music and graphic novels. It's a great one for end-of-year holiday recommendations and warnings. Katherine cries *again* and Michelle talks about the best sleep of her life. Plus so much more! Wheatus' “Christmas Dirtbag” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4swdGWL8QfQ Matt Rogers' “Have you Heard of Christmas?” https://open.spotify.com/album/7lG5kp3WDqPlIap6aPJVLd?si=2a7b33c1cd9a4019 Fred Schneider and the Superions “Destination Christmas” https://open.spotify.com/album/3PzqbmmkPwmuhSUlVtjKr0?si=62d9cc2839ef408d “Show World” Trade Publication http://ia601903.us.archive.org/23/items/ShowWorldv1n05/ShowWorldv1n05.pdf Closing Song: the Superions “Christmast Tears”

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After leaving Danika with the Pack, Bryce heads to a swanky restaurant only to be ignored by her date. Reid, you are simply the worst. The power struggle and inequalities between Vanir and humans take center stage as Bryce has an avid audience during her “meal”. To make matters worse, Connor's text messages. That's it. Just his text messages. SOBBING. Following an epic exit, Bryce joins up with Fury for a night of fun. Oof. REMINDER: These Crescent City episodes are NOT spoiler free!

How does a single menopausal mum go from sobbing in supermarkets struggling to cope with everyday life to becoming the first woman to paddleboard 162 miles coast to coast from Liverpool to Goole?  Well, you'll find out in this episode as I speak to the brilliant Jo Moseley about not only the physical journey across the country, but also her personal experience of menopause, grief and anxiety.   In this highly inspiring conversation we cover:

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A man has a disturbing encounter in one of New York's subway tunnels.For more hair-raising true stories, check out Tom Lyons's books on Amazon and at www.TomLyonsBooks.com or search for him or David Flora on Audible and Amazon. For more podcasts by David, search on any pod-catcher for the following: Blurry Photos - a podcast that explores the unexplained and explains the unexploredHysteria 51 - a paranormal podcast that explores strange topics with a humorous approachQuiz Quiz Bang Bang - a trivia practice podcast with some healthy competition thrown in

This episode was recorded February 2023. I share with you the moment after I had a vision of my grandparents showing me unconditional love. I am a sobbing, bumbling wreck. Being visited by the Other Side was still (and is still lol) overwhelming for me. I wasn't sure if I should post this audio but thought "Why not!?" IG: https://www.instagram.com/teamoaaron Subscribe to my email list: https://teamoaaron.com/subscribe - This podcast is meant to share my experiences. I am not a professional. Please seek guidance from a trusted practitioner and always do your own research. Have discernment as it applies to your own life when listening to each episode. Leave what feels restrictive, keep what feels expansive. If you are new to the podcast, I suggest listening to the first uploaded episode where I explain how my medium journey began.

Alex and Shane chat about the emotional “lasts” in parenting, after taking down their baby crib once and for all. Listener questions are answered in the mailbag segment, hitting topics like Tinder boundaries, ways our kids take after us, puberty, and so much more! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  This episode is proudly supported by: Tru Earth - save 10% off of Tru Earth's powerful, and eco-friendly products (the laundry detergent strips & surface cleaner are our favourites!) by using the promo code THISFAMILYTREE10 when you visit https://www.tru.earth/?utm_source=SOCIAL&utm_medium=PODCAST&utm_campaign=INFLUENCER&utm_term=ThisFamilyTreePodcast   Mini Mioche - use promo code THISFAMILYTREE15 at www.minimioche.com for 15% off of your ethically made, organic, and sustainable kids' apparel. therhood: the lies we're told, myths, good advice, bad advice, and the beautiful dichotomies of parenthood in all their weird glory.  Listener questions are answered in the mailbag segment, hitting topics like "dust balls," getting kids ready for a new school year, and so much more! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  This episode is proudly supported by: Tru Earth - save 10% off of Tru Earth's powerful, and eco-friendly products (the laundry detergent strips & surface cleaner are our favourites!) by using the promo code THISFAMILYTREE10 when you visit https://www.tru.earth/?utm_source=SOCIAL&utm_medium=PODCAST&utm_campaign=INFLUENCER&utm_term=ThisFamilyTreePodcast   Mini Mioche - use promo code THISFAMILYTREE15 at www.minimioche.com for 15% off of your ethically made, organic, and sustainable kids' apparel.

Release Date: December 31, 2012Donovan finds a dead man in his cab-a dead man he had a motive to murder. He turns to Frank Race for help.Original Air Date: August 13, 1949Support the show monthly at patreon.greatdetectives.netSupport the show on a one-time basis at http://support.greatdetectives.net.Mail a donation to: Adam Graham, PO Box 15913, Boise, Idaho 83715Take the listener survey…http://survey.greatdetectives.netGive us a call 208-991-4783Follow us on Instagram at http://instagram.com/greatdetectivesBecome one of ourfriends on FacebookFollow us on Twitter@radiodetectivesThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5901852/advertisement

Driver interviews! Pit action! Industry news! We're bringing you EVERYTHING that fuels the adrenaline-pumping world of Dirt Track Racing!  BUCKLE UP -- Because NOW, you're sitting with the slimy bastards!!!! With your host Jason. FOR MEDIA REQUESTS, Email: SlimyBastards@outlook.com Follow us on social media: LINKTREE: https://linktr.ee/slimybastards FACEBOOK: ⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/SlimyBast.ardsPodcast

FACE YOUR FEARS! Baby Mokku Is Here!Sure, why not? This couldn't get any more bizarre. As the Radiant Winds draw near the end of their journey through the Fractal Jungle, they have some of their most curious encounters yet. Giant babies... strange mazes... mysteries of the past... the future is uncertain, but the past is full of horrors. Is it time for our brave adventurers to look back and face their greatest nightmare one last time? Or can they outrun their pasts, never growing from the fear that's been stricken into their hearts? READY?FIGHT!PLAY with the world's coolest baby! OBSERVE the strange art that boggles the mind! WITNESS the final fight between Sculptor and Phoenix!All this and more in this episode of Dice Will Roll, the Queerest Pathfinder Podcast on the Planet, where we ask the Hard Questions like... which of the cast members read Hetalia Yaoi as a kid. Go ahead, guess.CONTENT WARNINGS: Head Trauma, Jaw Trauma, Decapitation, Intense Angst, Whump, That Means Seriously The Angst Is Intense, Intense Hurt/Comfort, On-Screen Realistic Depictions of Panic Attacks and Sobbing, Body Trauma, Limb Trauma, Don't Worry It's A Lot Of Catharsis Too, Vocalization Of Self-Hatred, Plot Twist So Hardcore Not Even Ritz Can Make Jokes About It, BABY HOUR--Sound by Syrinscape: Because Your Games Deserve Epic SoundMusic by YouFulcaAdditional Music by McRo MusicEven More Additional Music by EmdascheEven More-er Additional Music by MojimbaTheme Song by Sim @TheSimulacraeArt by RanaOharaJungle Floor - by Jonny Easton Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtJ03-g83YgLost | Dark Piano Music | Royalty free Music by Jonathan Segev https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxoQBKUKLV8"LIGHTS" by Alex Productions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQaNaFtI11Q&list=PLfP6i5T0-DkKt8eo7u222EnUO4N7Q3raT Get extra loot on our Patreon! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Actress Constance Wu gets candid with Drew about her radical honesty in her new collection of personal essays “Making A Scene,” discussing everything from her mental health battle, to sexual harassment and so much more. Plus, Drew and Ross Mathews are serving the news sunny-side up in an all new Drew's News covering everything from who is making the Super Bowl an almost sold-out event already to the early 2000 fashion trend making a comeback to TikTok's new live shopping experience. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

*TRIGGER WARNING. Mentions of suicide, transphobia and homophobia* Hello beautiful people! This week is a little different as Emma and Sarah Jane talk about the wonderful Lydia Foy. Lydia was the first Irish transgender woman to have her passport changed to reflect her gender identity. Lydia is a beacon for the transgender community and she also happens to be Colin's Auntie! We want to take this opportunity to send our love to our trans sisters and brothers and the LGBTQIA+ community. We love you and we've got your back ❤️ p.s Emma here! I tried my absolute best to make sure all language I used in relation to transgender issues was correct but if I got anything wrong please let me know Story begins at 27.10 References: https://www.rte.ie/radio/doconone/646740-radio-documentary-my-name-is-lydia-foy-transgender-transsexual https://www.irishcentral.com/news/lydia-foy-speaks-of-difficulty-growing-up-with-trans-gender-syndrome-in-ireland-125520858-237399441 https://teni.ie/gender-recognition/dr-lydia-foy/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lydia_Foy https://gcn.ie/31468/ My Aunt Lydia by Colin Foy https://www.irishexaminer.com/news/arid-20296017.html https://www.flac.ie/news/2018/06/08/a-story-of-great-human-proportions-lydia-foy-and-t/ https://www.cbsnews.com/news/world-health-organization-removes-gender-dysphoria-from-list-of-mental-illnesses/ https://www.makerightsreal.ie/lydias-story/

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Sassy's first and only double issue kicks off with a classic bummer: the story of teenager Billy Rosebud, whose murder cops only bothered to look into after his own family spent years doing most of the investigating for them. From there, things lighten up, as Karen tells us what to expect from a gynecologist appointment, Christina walks us through a truly cathartic crying fit, and Mary Kaye attempts to help us save the planet. (Whoops.) Plus: a fiction story about a dad's hypocrisy (yes, we know, that's all fiction for teen girls); a stark warning about extended-wear contacts; the truth about hickeys, and much much more! QUICK LINKS

[00:30] Left Goes Berserk After Anti-Semite Is Ousted From Foreign Affairs Committee (21 minutes) Yesterday, the House of Representatives voted to remove Rep. Ilhan Omar from the Foreign Affairs Committee because of her anti-Semitic views. Democrats tearfully and angrily claimed that her removal is “Islamophobic,” “racist,” “white supremacy” and “targeting women of color.” [21:00] Satan Preys on Human Emotions (17 minutes) The left's reaction to Omar's ousting and other apparently tear-jerking events shows the impact of “the prince of the power of the air” who works through human emotions, moods and impulses (Ephesians 2:2). Emotionally, many of our leaders are like little children. In contrast, God's Spirit is one of emotional maturity and soundness of mind (2 Timothy 1:7). [48:15] Project Veritas: Vaccines Affect Women's Reproductive Health (7 minutes) Pfizer director of research and development Jordon Walker told an undercover Project Veritas reporter that vaccines seem to be affecting women's menstrual cycles. However, the propaganda media refuses to report on this widespread vaccine side effect.

This week, Tay hardcore reflects on body image, self-love and the role weight plays in them. She's silly most of the time, but some days she's deep and vulnerable and today is one of those today. Does she cry? Mmhm. Will you relate? Probably. Do we all need to support each other finding self-love? Abso-f*cking-lutely… and thank GOD for Jessie Jolles for being our guiding light. Download Best Fiends FREE today on the App Store or Google Play Visit Nuuly.com and use code TAYLOR20 and sign up to get $20 off your first month Visit Grove.com/TAYLOR to get a free gift set worth up to $50 with your first order. Plus shipping is fast and FREE. Produced by Dear Media