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Þórarinn ræðir við Brynjar Níelsson og Jón Gunnarsson.Í fyrstu er rætt um borgarstjórnarmálin en Brynjar hyggst ætla sér í framboð og telur mikilvægt að Reykjavíkurborg breyti sinni stefnu undir forystu nýs meirihluta.Spurt er hver beri ábyrgð á eyðimerkurgöngu Sjálfstæðisflokksins og hvort að til sé sá veruleiki að flokkurinn verði hið nýja varadekk Samfylkingarinnar í borgarstjórn.Einnig er rætt um Evrópusambandið og versandi samkeppnisstaða álfunnar og afhverju þetta sé nú komið á dagskrá en tvímenningarnir telja ástæðuna vera að ríkisstjórninni hafi ekki tekist að takast á við verðbólguna og atvinnuleysið.Að lokum er rætt um útlendingamál og spurt hvort að ríkisstjórn Sjálfstæðisflokksins, Vinstri grænna og Framsóknarflokksins hafi verið varaðir við því að taka á móti ákveðnum einstaklingum frá Palestínu líkt og Helgi Magnús, fyrrum vararíkissaksóknari hefur fullyrt.- Vöruðu Ísraelar íslensk stjórnvöld við?- Verður Sjálfstæðisflokkurinn nýja varadekk Samfylkingarinnar í borginni?- Á hvern skrifast eyðumerkurganga Sjálfstæðisflokksins?

Sizzle, Duck, and Spurt lead us to trust funds, insensitive funeral foods, Funneral LLC, funniest birds, spelling animal sounds, growing pains, and more.New episodes every Tuesday.Editing by: Julia WD HarrisonTheme by: Arne Parrott Logo by: Casey BordenSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Man wundert sich immer wieder, wenn es heißt, die Brennstoffzellentechnologie sei tot. Das Argument? Es gäbe nicht genug Tankstellen dafür. Ein Argument, das nicht wirklich überzeugt. Zum einen kann man ein Brennstoffzellenfahrzeug deutlich schneller betanken, als man ein Elektroauto laden kann, zum anderen gibt es weiterhin Hersteller, die nicht nur E-Fahrzeuge, sondern auch Brennstoffzellenfahrzeuge. Und wenn ein Weltkonzern wie Hyundai das auch weiterhin tut, dann kann diese Technologie wohl kaum tot sein. Darum geht es diesmal!Hyundai eröffnet ein neues Kapitel innovativer Antriebstechnologie: Ab sofort startet der Verkauf des neuen NEXO, der zweiten Generation des Wasserstoff-Brennstoffzellenfahrzeugs des südkoreanischen Automobilherstellers. Mit seiner wegweisenden Brennstoffzellentechnologie, einer elektrischen Reichweite von bis zu 826 Kilometern und einem komplett neuen Design setzt der NEXO Maßstäbe für emissionsfreie Langstreckenmobilität.Power und Drive!    Der neue NEXO bietet signifikante Verbesserungen der Antriebsstrangtechnologie. Die Verbesserungen sowohl der Brennstoffzellen- als auch der Leistungselektronik ermöglichen es dem neuen Elektromotor, 150 kW (204 PS) zu liefern. Dazu ist ein Energieverbrauch von 0,8 bis 0,9 Kilogramm Wasserstoff (H2) auf 100 km Fahrstecke nötig. Mit der bereits angesprochenen Reichweite von bis zu 826 Kilometern und einer Beschleunigungszeit von nur 7,8 Sekunden für den Spurt von 0 auf 100 km/h setzt er zugleich den Maßstab im Segment der Brennstoffzellen-SUV. Zudem verfügt das Wasserstoffsystem jetzt über eine größere Speicherkapazität – 6,69 kg gegenüber 6,33 kg bei der vorherigen Generation – ohne das Platzangebot im Innenraum zu beeinträchtigen. Die Innenausstattung!Bereits die Basisversion NEXO bietet eine umfassende Serienausstattung, zum Standard gehören Matrix-LED-Scheinwerfer, 18-Zoll-Leichtmetallfelgen, eine elektrische Sitzverstellung und Sitzheizung vorn sowie das moderne ccNC-Cockpit mit zwei 12,3-Zoll-Curved-Displays. Auch die neue Vehicle-to-Load-Funktion ist bereits dabei und ermöglicht das externe Nutzen von Strom direkt aus dem Fahrzeug. Für Sicherheit und Komfort sorgen eine 360°-Kamera, der Parkassistent mit Fernbedienung, eine Einparkhilfe vorne, seitlich und hinten mit Notbremsfunktion sowie der Totwinkelassistent mit Monitoranzeige. Die Ausstattungslinie Prime verfügt zusätzlich unter anderem über ein Bang & Olufsen Soundsystem sowie eine Lederpolsterung und eine Sitzheizung auch in der zweiten Reihe.Die Kosten!Den NEXO gibt es ab 69.900 Euro ist der Basisversion, als Alternative ist der Prime im Angebot, der mit 77.550 Euro in der Preisliste steht. Ich denke, schon die Basisversion ist mit einer reichlichen Ausstattung versehen. Ob es den Prime braucht, muss jeder für sich entscheiden. Alle Fotos: © Hyundai Motor Deutschland GmbH    Diesen Beitrag können Sie nachhören oder downloaden unter:

Hvat halda børn og ung, at eitt gott lív er? Tað kann mann lesa um í frágreiðingini hjá Barna- og útbúgvingarmálaráðnum, sum er gjørd í sambandi við arbeiðið at smíðja Barnalógina, sum nú hevur verið til almenna hoyring. Synnøve av Rana er samskipari av barnaverkætlanini. Tilsamans 670 børn hava sagt sína hugsan um tað góða lívið. - Við kreativiteti, práti og spæli hava børn og ung millum 4 og umleið 20 ár sagt sína hugsan um nógv viðurskifti, sum upp á ymiskar mátar snúgva seg um tey, sigur Synnøve av Rana. Hetta er fyrstu ferð, at ein so stór og umfatandi kanning er gjørd av føroyskum børnum og ungum, og sambært Synnøve av Rana er ein stórur partur av vitanini nýggjur og kann fáa bæði foreldur og stovnar at hugsa um barnalívið. - Fyrst og fremst vísir kanningin, at børn og ung trívast, tá tey kenna seg trygg heima, í skúla, á stovni og og í grannalagnum. Harafturat útrykkja børnini púra greitt, at náttúran og djór geva teimum frið og tryggleika. Kortini siga fleiri teirra, at tað onkursvegna er trupult at fáa skjóta atgongd til náttúruna, sigur Synnøve av Rana. Seinastu árini hava vit hoyrt, hvussu nógv børn og ung eru knýtt at snildtelefonum, men sambært hesi kanningini hava snildtelefonir ikki so stóran týdning fyri trivnaðin hjá børnum. - Børnini fingu sum uppgávu at raðfesta ymiskt á eini linju, sum skuldi vísa, hvat hevði størst og minst týdning fyri teirra trivnað. Har vísti tað seg, at telefonin als ikki hevði so høga raðfesting, og samanumtikið ber til at siga, at sambært børnunum gera sosialir miðlar og ótrygg netnýtsla tey ótrygg, sigur Synnøve av Rana. Í morgunsendingini forklárar Synnøve av Rana um frágreiðingina hjá Barna- og útbúgvarmálaráðnum.

Þórarinn ræðir við Helga Hrafn Gunnarsson, gamla Píratann sem allir elska.Farið er um víðan völl en í stuttu máli rætt um þrjá hluti, uppgang fasisma, útlendingamál og vændi.Helgi er gagnrýninn á slaufunarmenningu og setur það í samhengi við frönsku byltinguna og hvaða félagslegu afleiðingar hlýst af múgæsingi. Spurt er hvaða áhrif það hefði haft ef samfélagsmiðlar hefðu verið til á tímum frönsku byltingarinnar.Í kjölfarið að því er rætt um Guðbrand Einarsson og hvort að vændi eigi að vera lögleitt. Að lokum er rætt um breytta umræðu í útlendingamál og stefnubreytingu Samfylkingarinnar. Helgi telur almenning ekki hafa hundsvit á útlendingamálum þó svo að vert sé að ræða menningarmál í þeim efnum.- Hefði Guðbrandur Einarsson átt að segja af sér?- Afhverju hefur almenningur ekki hundsvit á útlendingamálum?- Hvað hefði gerst ef samfélagsmiðlar hefðu verið til á tímum frönsku byltingarinnar?

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Beim Kia EV3 handelt es sich um einen vollelektrischen Kompakt-SUV, der Autokäufern, die noch zwischen Verbrenner und E-Auto schwanken, die Entscheidung erleichtern soll. Mit seiner Reichweite, seinem Gepäckraumvolumen und Platzangebot im liegt er im Spitzenbereich des Segments. Wir schauen uns mal an, was er reichweitenmäßig zu bieten hat. Und da kann er schon mit seiner kleineren Batterie überzeugen.  Darum geht es diesmal!Ende 2024 wurde der Kia EV3 eingeführt, er hat natürlich nicht zufällig Gemeinsamkeiten mit dem Kia-Flaggschiff EV9. Und ähnlich wie der große Bruder ist auch der EV3 auf Trophäenjagd. Dazu gehören bereits die Titel „World Car of the Year 2025“, „Goldenes Lenkrad 2024“ (Kategorie „Bestes Auto unter 40.000 Euro“) und nicht zu vergessen die renommierten Designpreise  iF Design Award 2025 und „Red Dot: Best of the Best 2025“, die Topauszeichnung des renommierten Designwettbewerbs. Power und Drive!    Den Kia EV3 gibt es mit zwei verschieden großen Akkuvarianten. Mit 58,3 kWh und mit 81,4 kWh, jeweils als Kraftquelle für den Frontantrieb FWD. Die Leistung beträgt bei beiden Akkuvarianten 150 kW (204 PS), die Reichweite ist natürlich unterschiedlich. 436 Kilometer sind mit der kleineren Batterie drin, bis zu 605 Kilometer mit der größeren. Welche Version für Sie die richtige ist, hängt von Ihren Fahrgewohnheiten ab. Für die Beschleunigung dürfte das aber egal sein, sie liegt zwischen 7,5 und 7,9 Sekunden für den Spurt von 0–100 km/h. Und auch in der Spitze macht es keinen Unterschied, beide sind 170 Kilometer schnell. Selbst für die Ladedauer spielt die Entscheidung keine wirkliche Rolle, bei beiden Varianten lässt sich die Batterie in rund einer halben Stunde von 10 auf 80 Prozent aufladen.   Dass die Fahrweise einen starken Einfluss auf die Reichweite hat, ist klar. Kia hat deshalb einen neuen „Driving Range Guide“ entwickelt. Er zeigt im Kombiinstrument die maximale und minimale Reichweite an, die je nach Fahrstil erreicht werden kann, sowie die geschätzte Reichweite auf der Grundlage des bisherigen Fahrverhaltens. Bei effizienter Fahrweise ist die Anzeige grün.  Die Kosten!Die Preisskala beim KIA EV3 beginnt bei 35.990,00 Euro für die Einstiegsversion Air mit 58,3-kWh-Batterie, 48.690,00 Euro sind für die Topversion GT-Line mit 81,4-kWh-Batterie fällig. Für den Preisunterschied ist natürlich auch die Ausstattung relevant. Die größere Batterie selbst schlägt mit 5.400 Euro zu Buche. Alle Fotos: © Kia Deutschland GmbH    Diesen Beitrag können Sie nachhören oder downloaden unter:

I've had it with people whinging about state of this county and people fleeing to Australia who then refuse to stop and ask why we got here and how we get out of it. Chucking up a post up on TikTok or waving a banner at a protest won't cut it. Productivity (that's how much we get out for what we put in) is crap. It's been getting worse or flat-lining for decades. Australia's is better. Wages are 30% higher. We're smaller, we have to be smarter. And that means doing what the banner wavers of the world hate most - getting roadblocks and innovation-killers like government out of the way. Doing business needs to be as cheap and easy as possible. Let smart people be smart people and do what they do best: invent, optimise, invest, grow, thrive. We did this post-Muldoon with agriculture - subsidies and deregulation. We're now the most productive in world. It's proof. There of course are those who reckon the solution is to have a politician sign a piece of paper and artificially increase the minimum wage, or write a blank cheque to teachers, the question is: who's going to pay for it when our best and brightest are leaving NZ and businesses are closing? Who can afford that? Show me a democracy that got rich by increasing the size and influence of the government and I'll give you a million bucks. And not one of those Scandinavian ones that did it off the back of massive mineral deposits - which we're not allowed to touch, remember? We've fallen so far behind we can't be 'managing' a 2% GDP economy. This country needs 7% for at least three years. New Zealand needs a growth spurt. We've fallen too far behind. Please don't be fooled by the false prophets, waving their banners and posting their nonsense, they have no idea what they're talking about. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Það líður ekki sá dagur að ekki berist fréttir af grimmdarverkum Ísraelshers gegn almenningi á Gaza , framin að fyrirskipan ísraelskra stjórnvalda, með vopnum og stuðningi frá Vesturlöndum. Ísraelsher hefur drepið nær 60.000 Palestínumenn frá því að nýjasti kaflinn í stríði Ísraela og Palestínumanna hófst í október í fyrra, langflesta almenna borgara og meirihlutann konur og börn. Herinn hikar enda ekki við að gera loftárásir á íbúðahverfi, sjúkrahús, markaði, skóla og jafnvel flóttamannabúðir. Heilu sveitirnar, þorpin, bæirnir og jafnvel borgir eru rýmd, lögð í rúst með sprengjuregni og loks jöfnuð við jörðu með stórvirkum vinnuvélum. Þá vinna Ísraelsstjórn og Ísraelsher að því að svelta alla Gazabúa, óháð aldri, kyni og öðru, með því að hleypa nánast engum hjálpargögnum inn á Gaza og takmarka dreifingu þess litla sem inn fer við örfáar dreifingarstöðvar þar sem herinn ræður ríkjum. Ráðamenn í Ísrael hafa líka viðrað áætlanir um að reisa það sem þeir kalla mannúðarborg á rústum Rafah-borgar syðst á Gaza, þar sem ætlunin er að koma um 600.000 Palestínumönnum fyrir til að byrja með, en fjölga þeim svo í áföngum þar til allir Gazabúar, rúmar tvær milljónir, verði vistaðir þar. Og hér er ekki allt upp talið. Spurt er, eru Ísraelsstjórn og Ísraelsher að fremja þjóðarmorð eða þjóðernishreinsanir gegn Palestínumönnum? Ævar Örn Jósepsson ræðir við Magneu Marínósdóttur alþjóðastjórnmálafræðing. Umsjón: Ævar Örn Jósepsson Tæknimaður: Kormákur Marðarson

Gerade waren noch Pfingstferien und man hat sich fast schon an den Sommer gewöhnt, da sind sie auch schon wieder rum und wir sind mitten im Endspurt vor dem Schuljahresende. Selbst die, die das gar nicht betrifft. Wobei End-"Spurt" ist das nicht, findet unser Autor Uli Höhmann. Denn mit einem Drink voller Eiswürfel in der Hand rennt es sich so schlecht.

Wer sich schon länger mit der spanischen Automobilmarke Seat beschäftigt der weiß, dass es eine Zeitlang Seat-Fahrzeuge gab, die den Beinamen Cupra trugen. Also beispielsweise Seat Ibiza Cupra. Die Fahrzeuge waren in der Regel stärker motorisiert und auch optisch sportlicher. Diese Fahrzeuge waren so gefragt, dass man eine eigene Marke daraus gemacht hat. So gibt es den Leon Sportstourer sowohl von Seat, als auch von Cupra. Und genau den stellen wir heute vor.  Darum geht es diesmal!Anfang 2018 hat Seat die Marke Cupra in den Markt eingeführt, was sich mittlerweile als ausgesprochen gute Idee darstellt. Der Name Cupra ist übrigens eine Abkürzung für „Cup Racer“ und steht eben für eine ausgesprochen sportliche Erscheinung, was sich allerdings auch unter der Haube und im Fahrverhalten fortsetzt. Wir haben uns einmal den Cupra Leon Sportstourer VZ 1.5 e-HYBRID angeschaut. Power und Drive!    Also eines vorweg. Leistung hat dieser Leon Sportstourer in Hülle und Fülle. Das Triebwerk des Plug-in-Hybriden hat eine Systemleistung von 200 kW (272 PS), das reicht für einen Spurt auf Tempo 100 in 7,1 Sekunden, maximal sind 229 km/h drin. Die rein elektrische Reichweite liegt übrigens im kombinierten Fahrzyklus bei 125 Kilometern, im Stadtverkehr sind sogar maximal 154 Kilometer drin. Das ist nun wirklich ausreichend. Ist man rein mit dem Benziner unterwegs, kommt man im Mix mit 5,5 Litern 100 Kilometer weit. Erfreulich ist, dass die Batterie nicht nur zu Hause mit einer 11-kW-Wallbox aufgeladen werden kann, sondern unterwegs mit bis zu 50 kW an einer Schnelladesäule in 26 Minuten von 10 auf 80%.   Natürlich verfügt der neue CUPRA Leon Sportstourer über eine breite Palette an Sicherheits- und Komfortfunktionen. Dazu gehören die automatische Geschwindigkeitsregelung (ACC), Travel Assist, Side Assist und der Notfallassistent.  Zudem kann das ACC-System das Fahrzeug auf der Grundlage von Routen- und GPS-Daten des Navigationssystems verorten und seine Geschwindigkeit entsprechend der Straßenführung – Geschwindigkeitsbegrenzungen, Kurven, Kreisverkehre, Kreuzungen und bebaute Gebiete – korrigieren.  Frontkamera und Verkehrszeichenerkennung erlauben eine Geschwindigkeitsanpassung. Und der Travel Assist nutzt die Informationen von ACC und Spurhalteassistent, um die Geschwindigkeit an den Verkehrsfluss anzupassen.Die Kosten!Den Cupra Leon Sporttourer gibt es in einer Preisrange von 38.650, -- Euro bis 61.626, -- Euro. Für den Plug-in- Hybriden sind – je nach Ausstattungslinie – 50.550, -- Euro bzw. 57.300, -- Euro fällig. Die sind allerdings im Preis-Leistungsverhältnis absolut angemessen. Alle Fotos: © SEAT Deutschland GmbH    Diesen Beitrag können Sie nachhören oder downloaden unter:

Þriðjudagur 27. maí Lýðræði. list og gervigreind, ölæði, Landbúnaðarháskólinn og náttúruvefur Valur Ingimundarson sagnfræðingur og Jón Ólafsson heimspekingur ræða við Gunnar Smára um lýðræðið í austustu Evrópu og lýðræðisþróun í okkar heimshluta. Trump ber á góma ásamt hinum ýmsu Evrópuleiðtogum í bland við stríð, pólitík og uppgang fasisma. Hlynur Helgason, myndlistarmaður, dósent i listfræði HÍ og varaformaður Sambands íslenskra myndlistarmanna ræðir um gervigreind, myndlist, falsanir og höfundarrétt við Oddnýju Eir. Margt bendir til þess að fjárhagsleg afkoma íþróttafélaga ráði för þegar áfengi er selt á viðburðum í kringum börn. Spurt er hvort vegi þyngra, fjármál eða lýðheilsa barna. Árni Guðmundsson forvarnarfulltrúi segir áfengismenninguna út úr kú. Björn Þorláks ræðir við hann. Christian Schultze, umhverfisskipulagsfræðingur og landslagsarkitekt, sviðsstjóri rannsókna- og alþjóðamála í Landbúnaðarháskóla Íslands kemur þar á eftir til Oddnýjar Eirar og segir okkur frá alþjóðasamstarfi og nýjustu verkefnum og ræðir mikilvægi öflugs rannsóknarumhverfis á sviði landbúnaðar á nýjum tímum. Sólrún Harðardóttir, kennari og námsefnishöfundur lokar svo samtali kvöldsins einnig með Oddnýju og ræðir við hana um nýjan náttúruvef fyrir borgarbörn og önnur náttúrubörn.

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Democrats have been struggling with low favorability since last November, but recent special elections in Wisconsin and Florida might suggest things are looking up. Liberal judge Susan Crawford won a seat on the Wisconsin Supreme Court this week, despite Elon Musk investing $25 million towards conservative Brad Schimel's campaign. Two House seats went up for grabs in Florida. Both went to Republicans, but Democrats lost by smaller margins than previous polls suggested they would. Can Democrats spin these results as a win? Over at the White House, President Trump declared April 2 as “Liberation Day.” He introduced steep tariffs on countries across the world, promising to “make America wealthy again.” While Trump promises an American manufacturing boom, economists predict the tariffs could slow the U.S.' financial growth. Some on the left and the right argue that might be a good thing. “De-growth,” the idea that reducing growth could create a more sustainable economy, has been gaining traction across the aisle. Are these tariffs what people want? Trump continued to stir the pot this week when he used an NBC News appearance to float the idea of running for a third term. Despite the two-term limit outlined in the 22nd Amendment, Trump told NBC's Kristen Welker that “there are methods” around it. How legitimate are these “methods?” Should voters be concerned about a third Trump term? 

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Jenna's teenage cousin turns up at the vicarage.A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the second Sunday after Trinity. Over at St Michael's vicarage, the morning Eucharist had finished and Reverend Morris and his wife Jenna were discussing the upcoming events in the church calendar."Josh gets ordained next month, so that'll be a fun occasion. Big party over at his place. He's so excited for that day to come. It's been remarkable how he's come out of his shell. When he joined our church as curate a year ago, he was so nervous and shy. Now look at him." Reverend Morris said."He's a real asset to the church," Jenna replied, sipping a coffee, as she read through the church newsletter. "I like to think that I, helped build up his confidence a bit.""Oh you certainly did, I'm sure," the vicar said, oblivious to what his wife was referring to. "Now, apart from that big event, there's not much happening in July. I'm adding the study of the Book of Exodus in the services. Last year's summer study of Genesis went down a treat,”The sound of the doorbell interrupted him."I wonder who that can be?" Reverend Morris said, hurrying out of the living room. "If it's Gordon, he's early. He said he would call round at 2."He opened the front door. A slim young woman around eighteen or nineteen, stood on the doorstep. Brunette hair that was in pigtails. Huge brown eyes like Bambi. She was dressed in a low cut pink peasant top, tight cow-print shorts and ballet shoes. By her side was a suitcase and hold-all."Hello. Can I help you?" Reverend Morris said."Um," the woman began, in a nervous voice. "Mr., um, Reverend Morris. Is, Jenna in? I'm Mia, her cousin.""Oh really? Gosh, well do come in, you're very welcome! You look loaded up there, let me give you a hand." He ushered her inside and carried her luggage."Jen! You've got a visitor!"Jenna looked up and her eyes widened. "Mia?""Hello CJ," Mia said, with a sheepish grin.Reverend Morris blinked."Cousin Jenna," Jenna replied."Ah," He understood."What are you doing here? Last I heard you were at Salford uni.""It's a long story," Mia sighed, as Reverend Morris gestured for her to sit on the settee. "Um, I quit.""Oh no," Jenna said. "What happened?""Oh Jen, it was awful. I just couldn't settle into university life at all. I made a mistake choosing that Art and Design course. It wasn't for me. The lectures stressed me out, but worst of all was the bullying." She dabbed at imaginary tears in her eyes with a tissue. "Nine months and I just couldn't cope with it any longer, so I jacked it in."Jenna was about to say something, but her husband cut in."You poor thing. God, if there's one thing I hate, it's bullying. Sad that it occurs in all walks of life. A nasty part of human nature."Noticing the reverend had been completely taken in by Mia's story, Jenna cleared her throat. "What did your parents say?"There was an awkward pause."You haven't told them, have you?""Are you serious Jen? Mum will go nuclear if she finds out. I'm just not ready to deal with that, yet. She was so proud when I got in that place. Dad will be more understanding but, look, I have a favor to ask. Can I stay with you for, a bit? I used up my last bit of cash on the train fare. I'm broke and I have nowhere to stay. I can't face going back to my parents. They'll treat me like a kid. Please? I won't be any bother. I'll do housework for you, I'll,”"Of course you can stay!" Reverend Morris smiled. "Our vicarage is always available to those who need it. We have a spare bedroom." He turned to Jenna. "We had Bishop George staying with us during Lent, remember? I'm sure your cousin can't be a worse lodger than him. She looks like she's gone through a tough few months."Powerless to refuse, Jenna reluctantly agreed. Oh Simon, you sweet, naive man. You have no idea what you're letting yourself in for! She thought."Oh you mean it? I can stay? Oh; thank you so much, Reverend!""Simon. You can call me Simon!" Reverend Morris replied. "It's nice to finally get to meet you, Mia. I know you and Jenna drifted apart a bit when your parents moved, but it's so nice when relatives reunite, isn't it?" the reverend said as he went to pick up the luggage."If only everyone could be as nice as you and Jenna!" Mia gushed.Jenna pulled a face at her cousin and whispered to her. "You are so dead, cousin!""Right, well, I'll introduce you to your new room!” Simon said as he returned holding all the bags. “This way! I'll carry your stuff for you." Reverend Morris carried up the suitcase and hold-all."Your hubby is a total gent," Mia whispered to Jenna."Oh, you might be able to fool him, but you're not fooling me," Jenna replied. "As soon as he's gone out later, you are going to tell me everything."Reverend Morris led Mia upstairs and down the long landing. Mia walked right by his side looking something between an infatuated schoolgirl gazing at her crush and a timid little lamb sticking close to the shepherd. At eighteen, Mia was very aware of the effect she had on men. Her Bambi eyes, teamed with the brunette hair, gave her an innocent look that convinced boys and men alike that she couldn't possibly know what effect she was having on them. But she knew quite well, and she loved the things she could get by putting her skills to good use."Here we are," Reverend Morris said, opening the bedroom door at the end. "It's not massive, but it's got a pleasant view overlooking the garden."Mia walked in. The room was nicely decorated. Instead of the usual neutral color scheme of magnolia, the walls were painted in very pale blue, with white ceiling and a sandy colored carpet. Instead of curtains, a white window blind, as was the current trend. A single bed, chest of drawers and ladder desk and chair made up the furniture."I don't know why I painted this room blue, it always looks so cold, and it doesn't really match the carpet. No wardrobe, but there's a full chest of drawers and the bed is a divan, with two storage compartments you can put your bits and bobs in. There's a hook on the back of the door if you need to hang some clothes up.""Oh I love it!" Mia said, smiling at him. "It's like being at the beach. The floor is sand and the walls are the sea. It's so restful and appealing. Really brings out my creative side. I think I could do lots of painting and drawing in here.""I'm glad you like it. Jenna and I want you to feel comfortable and safe here. Charity is so important to Christians like us.""Oh yes, I understand Rev, um, Simon. And I am so grateful. Um, do I have to start going to church? I mean I was raised in a Christian home but I sort of drifted,” Mia said, giving him a coquettish look.""Ha, no worries! We're not going to force you to attend a Sunday service or anything so relax. Whether you're a believer or not, everyone is catered for in our vicarage. We don't judge.""Jenna told me that your church is a nice one," Mia said, gazing at the reverend. He's rather average in looks but this guy is a total sweetie I can tell. Not an ounce of malice in him. Jenna's really landed on her feet with this one."She's right! St Michael's is a lovely place of worship. I'm very honored to be its vicar. Of course it wasn't always like that, but I like to think that I've really turned things round and made a difference. I credit Jenna for helping me in, many ways," he continued, and Mia noted the pause.Wonder what he means by that? She thought.He continued. "I took over in 2019 after the sudden death of the previous vicar, Reverend Smith. Talk about being thrown in at the deep end. Only a few months later, the pandemic happened. What a stressful time that was."Mia nodded patiently."Sorry, I'm prattling on! I'll leave you to get sorted out. I talk too much. Always in sermon mode,”"That's alright, Simon. I'm sure your sermons are really interesting." Mia said, flattering him some more."Ah well, haven't heard too many snores in the aisles of late.""I really appreciate you helping me like this," Mia said, sitting on the bed. "I just don't know how I was going to cope. And I want to pay my way. I suppose I'll have to apply for Universal Credit. What with the cost of living crisis and everything. Not sure if there are any jobs going in this town? I don't know this area at all and I can't drive,”"One step at a time, Mia. let's get you settled in first.""I really do want to work. Is there anything I could do at your church?"Reverend Morris scratched the back of his head and sat down next to her."Well, it's mostly volunteer work there, which is no good when you need an income, oh wait a minute, Norman the churchwarden mentioned that the church hall needs a cleaner, 10 hours a week. It's only a five minute walk from here. We had one of the Sunday school teacher's lads doing it, but I confess he rarely turned up and was about as much use as a chocolate fireguard. I was disappointed in Jordan, as the pay was pretty good for an entry-level job.""I'll do that job! I'd love to do that!" Mia said. "Oh please say yes!""Hmm, well let me talk it over with Jenna first, and Norman. Cleaning is a bit boring. You'd be required to put out chairs and tables too. They're only lightweight folding ones, so no dangerous lifting of heavy stuff or anything. But Norman will be able to tell you more about what's involved. We have a lot of functions held in the hall, not just church stuff. Monday is badminton class. Tuesday it's the over-60s hot yoga. Wednesday is the midweek eucharist, so it's tea and coffee morning. Thursday and Friday you get two days off as nothing happens then. Saturday is the local amateur dramatics group. Oh and Sunday, the most important day of all, is the main service at church, and a social gathering afterwards.""Oh I just love cleaning up," Mia said. "Tidiness is good for mental health you know. It keeps your mind occupied." She slid a bit closer to him."You're really enthusiastic aren't you?" Well If your heart's set on it, I'm sure I can pull a few strings and get you in. Don't want you to feel like your talents are being wasted in what I consider to be just a casual job though.""To be honest, I never had any idea what I wanted to do when I left school," Mia continued. "I never wanted to go to uni. I feel like such a failure for quitting.""Don't put yourself down," he said, reassuring her. "Sometimes God has a different path for us. And you can't stay somewhere that's making you unhappy. It takes guts to break away from a path that someone else has set for you. I can tell you have a great attitude. Your talents obviously lie elsewhere. In time, I'm sure you'll find something you truly excel at.""I do hope so," Mia said, pouting at him. She leaned in closer, but the moment was broken by the sound of the landline phone ringing downstairs."Oh that reminds me, I need to call on one of the flock." He stood up. "I'll leave you to unpack Mia. If you need anything, I'm sure Jenna can assist you. I have to go out. I'll see you later. Take care!"He hurried out of the bedroom."I think I'm gonna love it here," Mia giggled to herself. "I think I need to, repair my relationship with God." She gave the most mischievous of grins as she flopped back in bed."But I also plan on sinning, a lot!"Reverend Morris rushed down the stairs."That was the garage on the phone," Jenna said, putting down the receiver. "My car's passed its MOT and ready to be collected.""Great. I'll drop you off there as I just remembered I promised Gladys Wilcox I'd take her a copy of that paperback I recommended at last week's service. Hills of the North by Jenny Talwartz." He rummaged around on the coffee table and held up the book in question. "A thrilling tale set in rural England, about passion, blackmail and a woman's fulfilling journey to find romance and regain her faith.""Sounds a good one.""It got rave reviews on Amazon. I was worried it might be a bit too racy for some of the older members of the congregation. I haven't had chance to read it yet but apparently it contains violence and several sex scenes.""Right up Gladys Wilcox's alley I'd say," Jenna replied, grinning. "I keep telling you, there's something kinky going on between her and the churchwarden. Okay, give me five minutes, and I'll be ready. Need to have a quick word with our non-paying guest.""You're alright with her staying, aren't you? Sorry, I tend to just dive in and say yes to everything. Your cousin seems like such a lovely person.""I don't mind, but she's not the innocent little thing you think she is," Jenna said. "Oh she's not a criminal or anything, but she can be a bit, indiscreet at times.""Aren't we all a bit like that at eighteen? Not much life experience to fall back on.""Hmm, I suppose. I will phone Aunt Kathleen later and let her know that Mia's staying here. I'd better prepare to gently break the bad news that her daughter won't be getting those letters after her name."Mia was admiring herself in the wall mirror when Jenna came in, and closed the bedroom door."Alright you. Now how about giving me the whole truth about why you quit uni? You're good, but your acting skills need work. Better make it quick as Simon's waiting to give me a lift to the garage, so spill."The brunette took a deep breath. "Alright. Look, don't give me too much grief. I did something wrong and that's why I had to quit.""What happened?""I seduced my lecturer and slept with him."She gasped. "You did what?" After the initial shock, Jenna couldn't help but admire her cousin's brazen attitude. Seeing as she herself had seduced several men from the church, plus a former Catholic priest, and most recently, the town mayor. Not to mention there were her weekly "organ lessons" with Gordon,"So he was old enough to be my dad. Maybe grandad. He was like, late fifties or something. But he was so hot. Older men really turn me on. You must know how that feels. I mean, your husband is way older than you, right?""Yeah. I'm twenty-one and he's forty." Jenna admitted. "Eighteen and late fifties is one hell of an age gap though.""I know. Oh but Jen. Tom was such a sexy man. Just the type I like. He was a smoker, but not a heavy one. Kind of used to turn me on, smelling smoke on his breath. It added to the attraction, as weird as that sounds. The sex was amazing. Older men are just sexier,”Jenna gave a dreamy sigh. "Yep they are. Can't disagree with you there. Realizing she suddenly had a lot more in common with her cousin, she sat down next to her. "Tell me more about Tom."And so Mia gave her chapter and verse on her spicy adventures at Salford."Stood in the art room, I was backlit by the bright front windows behind me. By kneeling down to waist level, he could see through the now semi-transparent material of my dress and get a look at the curves of my body underneath it. I told myself that I was grossed out, and that it was disgusting, but the idea that this older man wanted to see my knickers made my heart beat fast, I masturbated to the idea of Tom looking at me and his cock getting hard in his underpants, and as I later found out, he had a lovely big cock.""Wow," Jenna said, feeling herself getting quite wet."Jenna! Are you coming?" Reverend Morris shouted."Oh! Er yes! Just a minute! I have to go out and collect my car from the garage. I won't be long. You'll be okay whilst I'm gone won't you?""You sound like Mum.""Sorry. I'll see you later then. Make yourself a brew or something. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen but if you touch Simon's beloved brandy, you'll be reciting some prayers of forgiveness!" Jenna said with a wink."I'll be good. Honest. Can I have a shower please? After that long journey I feel gross. It was hot and smelly in the train. A fat lad sat behind me kept farting.""Yes of course. Bathroom's the second on the right."A few minutes later, Mia was taking full advantage of the newly-installed power shower at the vicarage. As the hot water caressed her young body, she closed her eyes and ran her hands over her smooth skin, losing herself in the sensation. A smile played across her face as her hands cupped her small, pert breasts and gave the nipples a quick tweak. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as those wandering hands traveled lower, finding the treasure between her legs. The sensations were nice, but when she imagined someone watching her doing these things, her clit began to throb with need."Oh Tom. I miss you."On the other side of town, Gordon was loading some ceramic plant pots into the boot of his car. He was glad to be offloading these unwanted pots on the vicar. With their massive garden, they'd be put to good use. Plus, Gordon could never refuse an opportunity to see the gorgeous Jenna.In the shower, Mia leaned against the wall, eyes closed, and fingered her tingling clit. She was lost in a fantasy.Praise the Lord! Reverend Morris returns unexpectedly, before Jenna does. He walks in and finds me here. Instead of turning away, he unzips his trousers. I happily comply, straight away, by parting my legs, bending over and thrusting my arse into his groin so he can tear off my underwear- if I was wearing any (which is hardly ever) - and he rams his whole ten inches (I assume he's well-endowed) of hard, holy cock right into my hot, tight snatch, fuck yes!Gordon arrived at the vicarage, and failed to notice the lack of cars on the driveway. His mind was too focused on Jenna. Being so familiar with the house's occupants, he didn't even knock these days, but just walked in. Gordon had never been known for restraint, but Reverend Morris didn't seem to mind."Hello? Anyone in? I'm early." He shouted. No reply. Maybe they were in the back garden. He shrugged and carried the pots into the house.Mia had finished her shower and was just wrapping a towel round herself when she heard Gordon's voice.Then the sound of the back door opening was heard."Shit, who's that?"Mia opened the bathroom window and peered out. She noticed Gordon placing the plant pots in the yard."Wonder if he's a delivery guy?"Gordon looked round and scratched his head. It was obvious now that Jenna and the reverend weren't in. He pulled out his smartphone.Mia continued to observe him, finally getting a good look at his face."He looks a bit like Tom! Oh my God!" She watched him call someone."Hi Jen, it's your favorite organist here. Just letting you know that I've arrived at your place with the pots, what's that? Sorry, it's a bad line, oh you're at the garage? Right, I see, sure, no problem.""Oh; so he's the church organist." Mia said. "What a DILF!"Gordon ended the call and put his hands on his hips. "Oh well, might as well help myself to a cuppa, whilst I'm here." He headed back into the house. In the kitchen, he was just about to switch the kettle on, when a voice from behind made him jump."Hello there."Gordon spun round in surprise."Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.""Who, are you?" He spluttered, catching his breath, and then he realized she was wearing nothing but a bath towel."Oh, I'm Mia, Jenna's cousin. I've just arrived. I'll be staying here for a bit as I, oh, whoops!"The towel fell to the floor.Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head."Bloody hell!"The Vicar gets a shock, and the organist is seduced.Reverend Morris turned into the quiet cul-de-sac of Rosebay Gardens and pulled up in front of Mrs. Wilcox's bungalow."Hope the old girl doesn't find this book too rude," he muttered to himself as he knocked on the door. Noticing a pair of garden gnomes dressed in bondage gear, he smiled."Guess she won't!"After a few minutes, no-one came to the door. Reverend Morris fiddled with his clerical collar. The June heatwave was showing no sign of ending. Hearing laughter, he walked down the side of the house and opened the rear gate."Yoo hoo! Anyone there?"He wasn't prepared for what he saw next."Oh Vicar! I didn't hear you!" Mrs. Wilcox cheerfully exclaimed as she dropped the riding crop. "Norman, I told you to lock that garden gate,”The churchwarden, his hairy, bare buttocks red from repeated whippings, leapt to his feet and adjusted the floral print apron, which was his only item of clothing."Ah, good afternoon to you, Reverend! This is, um, well I guess it looks bad.""Dear God!" The vicar muttered. "Jenna was right all along!"Norman was mortified. "Er, I was, we were,”"He's been a naughty boy," Mrs. Wilcox cut in, rising from the garden chair. "He forgot to mow the lawn. I'm still training him, you see.""What's going on here?" Reverend Morris gasped. "Norman, are you some kind of slave?""Heh, er, pretty much," the embarrassed churchwarden replied. "It's a fetish I never knew I had, or knew she had.""My garden isn't overlooked, Vicar and we're both consenting adults. No harm in a bit of what you fancy, is there? Norman, sweetie, why don't you go and clad yourself in something more suitable and make us all a nice cup of Earl Grey, eh? There's a good lad. She gave his arse a playful slap as he hurried into the house."Now Vicar," the old lady said, turning to face him. She grinned, but behind that sweet facade lay steely determination and unbridled spirit. "Why yes, I'm eighty-six. I suppose I should be doing crosswords and watching episodes of Midsomer Murders instead of whipping a younger man's bare behind, eh? You look rather shocked. I must say, I'm surprised at your blushes, given that your lovely wife Jenna has quite a fancy for our dear church organist."Reverend Morris wasn't sure what to say. Norman must've told her about what went on in the church when I arranged Jenna's special birthday surprise, he thought. Damn. I swore him to secrecy."Oh I don't judge, I don't judge at all!" He said quickly. "Whatever turns you on, Gladys. I'm pleased that you're both enjoying yourselves!""Just like you and your good wife, and Gordon enjoyed yourselves in the church hall at Easter, am I right?" She winked at him. There was no way to deny it, for the old lass knew everything. Nosey little old ladies had a habit of knowing the deepest, darkest secrets of every member of a church."Er, that. It was, a one off. It just happened. We got carried away in the heat of moment!" Reverend Morris stammered."As is the usual way," Mrs. Wilcox replied."How did you, erm, find out?""Couldn't resist a peek through the keyhole," she said. That wasn't actually true, but she wasn't going to confess to the camera and Mrs. Norris' failed attempt at blackmail."You're a bit of a dark horse, Vicar," Mrs. Wilcox continued. "Gordon lends himself well to naughtiness, but you always seemed the shy type. Quite the stamina you displayed." She patted his arm. "I must admit, I had doubts when you took over from Reverend Smith, God rest his soul. I was wrong.""Very kind of you to say," he said, starting to relax. "Um, about that church hall incident, you haven't said anything have you?""My lips are sealed, dearie!"Reverend Morris exhaled. "Praise the Lord. Thank you, Gladys!" He was relieved she didn't know about Jenna's " Mentula Cōleī (bukkake) baptism" in the church last year. That would've been too much to excuse.In the house, came the sound of a whistling kettle reaching the boil."Forgive me asking this but, how did you and Norman come to be, er, in such an arrangement?""He wasn't my first choice," she said, with no hint of shame. "I wanted Gordon to step into the role, but he chickened out. Shame, as he showed such promise that afternoon when he came to practice on the organ, and my word, I enjoyed playing with his organ, let me tell you! I said to him, if I were thirty years younger, I'd have done a lot more with his organ! My body's far too old for such things, alas. But he seemed to really enjoy the blowjob I gave him. I haven't lost my touch!"The vicar felt as though he was about to faint. He would never look at this frail-looking little pensioner in the same way again."Well, that's good to know!"Presently, the kitchen door opened and Norman, now wearing a bathrobe, stepped out onto the patio, carrying a tray."Tea, Vicar?"Meanwhile, at the vicarage,Gordon wasn't usually lost for words, but Mia's towel drop had left him tongue-tied."Silly me," she said, bending down and covering herself up. "Sorry about that, Mr.,”He dared to breathe. "Gordon,”"Hi Gordon. I heard you talking on your phone earlier. Are you the organist?"She didn't seem embarrassed at all, but he could feel his face burning. "Um yes, I am. Been organist and choirmaster at St Michael's for twenty years now. I've played other pipe organs in different churches too.""How impressive. Being an organist you must be very good with your hands." Mia said. "May I call you Gordy-pie?""If you wish, and I have no complaints so far," he chuckled, regaining his confidence. He wondered if all female members of Jenna's family had this talent for driving men wild."I'd like your hands on me, Gordy-pie," Mia whispered, walking closer to him."I'm sure. How old are you?" He added, warily."Eighteen, and I'll be nineteen in a few weeks.""Ah." He relaxed. "How come you're staying here then? I'll hazard a guess that you're not training to become a member of the clergy?""Been a naughty girl; haven't I?" She pouted. "Got myself booted out of uni.""Blimey. What did you do?" Gordy-Pie asked."Slept with my lecturer," Mia said, twirling a wet strand of her hair. "Seduced him, lost my virginity to him. I regret nothing.""You are an extremely naughty girl," Gordon tutted in mock disapproval. "Seducing defenseless older men like that.""I know. But Gordy-pie, do you know what the best thing was? That first time we did it. When I pressed against him and felt his hard cock straining against his trousers. The same as yours is now,” She groped his crotch and taken by surprise, he let out a gasp.Mia slipped her arms round his waist and planted a kiss on his lips. "Well? What shall we do?""I quite fancy a nice hot shower," Gordon whispered back. Lowering his voice further, he whispered into her ear. "Get your naughty little ass up those stairs right now and into the bathroom."She didn't need telling twice. Giggling, she threw her towel at him and raced out of the kitchen."I'll show you exactly what an organist can do with his hands!" Gordon shouted as he ran after her, whilst trying to unbuckle his belt.In the bathroom, Mia had already turned on the shower. She watched in amusement as Gordon fumbled with his clothes. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and tried to remove his trousers as fast as possible."Hurry up, Gordy-pie!" She teased."Damn these buttons! He muttered, fiddling with his shirt. "Should've worn a t-shirt."At last he freed himself from the offending item of clothing, and his trousers fell to his ankles."Oh, love your tighty-whities!" Mia purred. They were just like the ones Tom wore."Wait until you see what's inside them!" Gordon laughed, removing his briefs and finally, he was as naked as she was."Wow," Mia gasped. She was more than impressed. The organist's cock was thick and splendid. She was so hungry for cock that any man would've done, but Gordon ticked all her boxes and more. This was going to be one hell of a shower,"Gordy-pie," she whispered, holding out her hand. "I must warn you, I'm very slippery when wet."Gordon stepped inside. Water cascaded across the slim curves of Mia's glistening body and ran down into the darker crevice of her thighs. Gordon saw that she had a dark thatch of pubic hair that obscured her view of the lips below."I'd better handle with care then," he whispered back.His lips closed tight around her skin and kissed her neck right from her left ear, all the way down and around and back up to her right ear. He did this again, this time using tongue flicks just to hear Mia moan slightly."So just how do you play the pipe organ?" Mia gasped.He reached for the shower gel bottle and began to lather up his hands."Like this." He ran his fingers down her shoulders and back, then in a circular motion, before kneading her skin."The thing with pipe organs is, you have to press down quite firmly on the manuals," he said. "That's what the keyboards are called." He planted kisses on the back of her neck. "The organ at St Michael's has three manuals. One up here." He pressed his fingers against her shoulders."Ooh.""The middle one, round about here,” His fingers slipped down to her lower back."That tickles!""And the third manual, that's down here." He cupped her pert buttocks."Then there are the stops." Gordon's hands slipped round and up to her breasts."Have to pull out the stops,” He tweaked her hardened nipples.Mia closed her eyes, loving his sensual touch, and feeling his hard cock pressing against her arse."Oh, Gordy,”"Not forgetting the organ loft," Gordon continued, fingering her clit and making her whimper and shudder in pleasure."That's where the action happens. The organist sits at his console and plays,”Mia continued to shudder but then turned, & roughly grasped Gordon's head with both hands. He saw the desire in the young woman's brown eyes before he kissed her, hard and deep. Mia's inconsistent moans became longer and louder; the trembling went from shudders of the back to full-body quaking.Gordon continued. "And that just leaves, the organ pipes. The biggest pipes produce the deepest sounds. He took her hand and placed it on his cock."I've only got one organ pipe, but it only takes one pipe to make sweet music,”The hot spray from the shower cascaded down both their bodies. Exhilaration coursed throughout Mia's body; she'd never felt so turned on. Dropping to her knees, she soaped up her hands and slid them along Gordon's pulsing shaft. She said nothing as she rinsed, then started tasting him by licking the water drops from his balls.Flattening her tongue and licking in one long stroke up the length of his prick. Wrapping her lips around his cockhead, she sucked him. He tasted so good. A perfect older man.Keeping the rhythm nice and steady, Mia stepped up the sensation by rubbing her fingers around the base of Gordon's cock just above his balls."Mmm, your balls are getting tighter, Gordy-pie. It shouldn't be too long now before I really get to taste you!" Mia said at last. "I want all your delicious cum!""Oh God!"Gordon suddenly tensed, sucked in a breath and then grunted. Mia locked her lips so none of his precious seed escaped. Feeling his cock start to pulse, he exploded in her mouth. Spurt after spurt. Mia swallowed every drop."Did I play the organ correctly?"Gordon slid his hands up her arms and grasped her face, pulling her in for a slow, tender kiss."Perfectly," he murmured. "No wrong notes at all!""I want a more advanced organ lesson, Gordy-pie." Mia said. Hot water ran down her back and legs, making it so much easier for him to slip his fingers inside her tight pussy."What a good idea. You're more than ready!" He rubbed the tip of his still-hard cock against her entrance, teasing her by rubbing it against her clit, then down to the entrance, and back up to the clit again."Now. Please," she begged him.Gordon pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and shoved himself inside. He went in all the way on the first thrust, forcing a moan from the young brunette. He grabbed her hips roughly and thrust hard into her, the sound of wet skin slapping together. Mia moaned loudly as the organist began to pound into her."Oh Gordy! Yes! Fuck yes! Harder!"Neither of them heard the front door open as Jenna returned.To be continued in part 2. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Brain Spurt - Diese 3 Dinge in der frühen Kindheit formen das Gehirn für immer!

Anna joins us again for this gush fest, or should I say SPURT-fest, for the ridiculous, absurd, many times stupid and infinitely entertaining Jason X. This movie is bad and the cast knows it but could care less because it's AWESOME.  Arguably the best in the franchise with the exception of the genre establishing first four movies, Jason X is a joy. So much so that Nate went to Dairy Queen for a pre-recording Blizzard to celebrate. Does everybody remember that Nate is lactose intolerant because he didn't.

Jenna's teenage cousin turns up at the vicarage.A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the second Sunday after Trinity. Over at St Michael's vicarage, the morning eucharist had finished and Reverend Morris and his wife Jenna were discussing the upcoming events in the church calendar."Josh gets ordained next month, so that'll be a fun occasion. Big party over at his place. He's so excited for that day to come. It's been remarkable how he's come out of his shell. When he joined our church as curate a year ago, he was so nervous and shy. Now look at him." Reverend Morris said."He's a real asset to the church," Jenna replied, sipping a coffee, as she read through the church newsletter. "I like to think that I, helped build up his confidence a bit.""Oh you certainly did, I'm sure," the vicar said, oblivious to what his wife was referring to. "Now, apart from that big event, there's not much happening in July. I'm adding the study of the Book of Exodus in the services. Last year's summer study of Genesis went down a treat,”The sound of the doorbell interrupted him."I wonder who that can be?" Reverend Morris said, hurrying out of the living room. "If it's Gordon, he's early. He said he would call round at 2."He opened the front door. A slim young woman around eighteen or nineteen, stood on the doorstep. Brunette hair that was in pigtails. Huge brown eyes like Bambi. She was dressed in a low cut pink peasant top, tight cow-print shorts and ballet shoes. By her side was a suitcase and hold-all."Hello. Can I help you?" Reverend Morris said."Um," the woman began, in a nervous voice. "Mr., um, Reverend Morris. Is, Jenna in? I'm Mia, her cousin.""Oh really? Gosh, well do come in, you're very welcome! You look loaded up there, let me give you a hand." He ushered her inside and carried her luggage."Jen! You've got a visitor!"Jenna looked up and her eyes widened. "Mia?""Hello CJ," Mia said, with a sheepish grin.Reverend Morris blinked."Cousin Jenna," Jenna replied."Ah," He understood."What are you doing here? Last I heard you were at Salford uni.""It's a long story," Mia sighed, as Reverend Morris gestured for her to sit on the settee. "Um, I quit.""Oh no," Jenna said. "What happened?""Oh Jen, it was awful. I just couldn't settle into university life at all. I made a mistake choosing that Art and Design course. It wasn't for me. The lectures stressed me out, but worst of all was the bullying." She dabbed at imaginary tears in her eyes with a tissue. "Nine months and I just couldn't cope with it any longer, so I jacked it in."Jenna was about to say something, but her husband cut in."You poor thing. God, if there's one thing I hate, it's bullying. Sad that it occurs in all walks of life. A nasty part of human nature."Noticing the reverend had been completely taken in by Mia's story, Jenna cleared her throat. "What did your parents say?"There was an awkward pause."You haven't told them, have you?""Are you serious Jen? Mum will go nuclear if she finds out. I'm just not ready to deal with that, yet. She was so proud when I got in that place. Dad will be more understanding but, look, I have a favor to ask. Can I stay with you for, a bit? I used up my last bit of cash on the train fare. I'm broke and I have nowhere to stay. I can't face going back to my parents. They'll treat me like a kid. Please? I won't be any bother. I'll do housework for you, I'll,”"Of course you can stay!" Reverend Morris smiled. "Our vicarage is always available to those who need it. We have a spare bedroom." He turned to Jenna. "We had Bishop George staying with us during Lent, remember? I'm sure your cousin can't be a worse lodger than him. She looks like she's gone through a tough few months."Powerless to refuse, Jenna reluctantly agreed. Oh Simon, you sweet, naive man. You have no idea what you're letting yourself in for! She thought."Oh you mean it? I can stay? Oh; thank you so much, Reverend!""Simon. You can call me Simon!" Reverend Morris replied. "It's nice to finally get to meet you, Mia. I know you and Jenna drifted apart a bit when your parents moved, but it's so nice when relatives reunite, isn't it?" the reverend said as he went to pick up the luggage."If only everyone could be as nice as you and Jenna!" Mia gushed.Jenna pulled a face at her cousin and whispered to her. "You are so dead, cousin!""Right, well, I'll introduce you to your new room!” Simon said as he returned holding all the bags. “This way! I'll carry your stuff for you." Reverend Morris carried up the suitcase and hold-all."Your hubby is a total gent," Mia whispered to Jenna."Oh, you might be able to fool him, but you're not fooling me," Jenna replied. "As soon as he's gone out later, you are going to tell me everything."Reverend Morris led Mia upstairs and down the long landing. Mia walked right by his side looking something between an infatuated schoolgirl gazing at her crush and a timid little lamb sticking close to the shepherd. At eighteen, Mia was very aware of the effect she had on men. Her Bambi eyes, teamed with the brunette hair, gave her an innocent look that convinced boys and men alike that she couldn't possibly know what effect she was having on them. But she knew quite well, and she loved the things she could get by putting her skills to good use."Here we are," Reverend Morris said, opening the bedroom door at the end. "It's not massive, but it's got a pleasant view overlooking the garden."Mia walked in. The room was nicely decorated. Instead of the usual neutral color scheme of magnolia, the walls were painted in very pale blue, with white ceiling and a sandy colored carpet. Instead of curtains, a white window blind, as was the current trend. A single bed, chest of drawers and ladder desk and chair made up the furniture."I don't know why I painted this room blue, it always looks so cold, and it doesn't really match the carpet. No wardrobe, but there's a full chest of drawers and the bed is a divan, with two storage compartments you can put your bits and bobs in. There's a hook on the back of the door if you need to hang some clothes up.""Oh I love it!" Mia said, smiling at him. "It's like being at the beach. The floor is sand and the walls are the sea. It's so restful and appealing. Really brings out my creative side. I think I could do lots of painting and drawing in here.""I'm glad you like it. Jenna and I want you to feel comfortable and safe here. Charity is so important to Christians like us.""Oh yes, I understand Rev, um, Simon. And I am so grateful. Um, do I have to start going to church? I mean I was raised in a Christian home but I sort of drifted,” Mia said, giving him a coquettish look.""Ha, no worries! We're not going to force you to attend a Sunday service or anything so relax. Whether you're a believer or not, everyone is catered for in our vicarage. We don't judge.""Jenna told me that your church is a nice one," Mia said, gazing at the reverend. He's rather average in looks but this guy is a total sweetie I can tell. Not an ounce of malice in him. Jenna's really landed on her feet with this one."She's right! St Michael's is a lovely place of worship. I'm very honored to be its vicar. Of course it wasn't always like that, but I like to think that I've really turned things round and made a difference. I credit Jenna for helping me in, many ways," he continued, and Mia noted the pause.Wonder what he means by that? She thought.He continued. "I took over in 2019 after the sudden death of the previous vicar, Reverend Smith. Talk about being thrown in at the deep end. Only a few months later, the pandemic happened. What a stressful time that was."Mia nodded patiently."Sorry, I'm prattling on! I'll leave you to get sorted out. I talk too much. Always in sermon mode,”"That's alright, Simon. I'm sure your sermons are really interesting." Mia said, flattering him some more."Ah well, haven't heard too many snores in the aisles of late.""I really appreciate you helping me like this," Mia said, sitting on the bed. "I just don't know how I was going to cope. And I want to pay my way. I suppose I'll have to apply for Universal Credit. What with the cost of living crisis and everything. Not sure if there are any jobs going in this town? I don't know this area at all and I can't drive,”"One step at a time, Mia. let's get you settled in first.""I really do want to work. Is there anything I could do at your church?"Reverend Morris scratched the back of his head and sat down next to her."Well, it's mostly volunteer work there, which is no good when you need an income, oh wait a minute, Norman the churchwarden mentioned that the church hall needs a cleaner, 10 hours a week. It's only a five minute walk from here. We had one of the Sunday school teacher's lads doing it, but I confess he rarely turned up and was about as much use as a chocolate fireguard. I was disappointed in Jordan, as the pay was pretty good for an entry-level job.""I'll do that job! I'd love to do that!" Mia said. "Oh please say yes!""Hmm, well let me talk it over with Jenna first, and Norman. Cleaning is a bit boring. You'd be required to put out chairs and tables too. They're only lightweight folding ones, so no dangerous lifting of heavy stuff or anything. But Norman will be able to tell you more about what's involved. We have a lot of functions held in the hall, not just church stuff. Monday is badminton class. Tuesday it's the over-60s hot yoga. Wednesday is the midweek eucharist, so it's tea and coffee morning. Thursday and Friday you get two days off as nothing happens then. Saturday is the local amateur dramatics group. Oh and Sunday, the most important day of all, is the main service at church, and a social gathering afterwards.""Oh I just love cleaning up," Mia said. "Tidiness is good for mental health you know. It keeps your mind occupied." She slid a bit closer to him."You're really enthusiastic aren't you?" Well If your heart's set on it, I'm sure I can pull a few strings and get you in. Don't want you to feel like your talents are being wasted in what I consider to be just a casual job though.""To be honest, I never had any idea what I wanted to do when I left school," Mia continued. "I never wanted to go to uni. I feel like such a failure for quitting.""Don't put yourself down," he said, reassuring her. "Sometimes God has a different path for us. And you can't stay somewhere that's making you unhappy. It takes guts to break away from a path that someone else has set for you. I can tell you have a great attitude. Your talents obviously lie elsewhere. In time, I'm sure you'll find something you truly excel at.""I do hope so," Mia said, pouting at him. She leaned in closer, but the moment was broken by the sound of the landline phone ringing downstairs."Oh that reminds me, I need to call on one of the flock." He stood up. "I'll leave you to unpack Mia. If you need anything, I'm sure Jenna can assist you. I have to go out. I'll see you later. Take care!"He hurried out of the bedroom."I think I'm gonna love it here," Mia giggled to herself. "I think I need to, repair my relationship with God." She gave the most mischievous of grins as she flopped back in bed."But I also plan on sinning, a lot!"Reverend Morris rushed down the stairs."That was the garage on the phone," Jenna said, putting down the receiver. "My car's passed its MOT and ready to be collected.""Great. I'll drop you off there as I just remembered I promised Gladys Wilcox I'd take her a copy of that paperback I recommended at last week's service. Hills of the North by Jenny Talwartz." He rummaged around on the coffee table and held up the book in question. "A thrilling tale set in rural England, about passion, blackmail and a woman's fulfilling journey to find romance and regain her faith.""Sounds a good one.""It got rave reviews on Amazon. I was worried it might be a bit too racy for some of the older members of the congregation. I haven't had chance to read it yet but apparently it contains violence and several sex scenes.""Right up Gladys Wilcox's alley I'd say," Jenna replied, grinning. "I keep telling you, there's something kinky going on between her and the churchwarden. Okay, give me five minutes, and I'll be ready. Need to have a quick word with our non-paying guest.""You're alright with her staying, aren't you? Sorry, I tend to just dive in and say yes to everything. Your cousin seems like such a lovely person.""I don't mind, but she's not the innocent little thing you think she is," Jenna said. "Oh she's not a criminal or anything, but she can be a bit, indiscreet at times.""Aren't we all a bit like that at eighteen? Not much life experience to fall back on.""Hmm, I suppose. I will phone Aunt Kathleen later and let her know that Mia's staying here. I'd better prepare to gently break the bad news that her daughter won't be getting those letters after her name."Mia was admiring herself in the wall mirror when Jenna came in, and closed the bedroom door."Alright you. Now how about giving me the whole truth about why you quit uni? You're good, but your acting skills need work. Better make it quick as Simon's waiting to give me a lift to the garage, so spill."The brunette took a deep breath. "Alright. Look, don't give me too much grief. I did something wrong and that's why I had to quit.""What happened?""I seduced my lecturer and slept with him."She gasped. "You did what?" After the initial shock, Jenna couldn't help but admire her cousin's brazen attitude. Seeing as she herself had seduced several men from the church, plus a former Catholic priest, and most recently, the town mayor. Not to mention there were her weekly "organ lessons" with Gordon,"So he was old enough to be my dad. Maybe grandad. He was like, late fifties or something. But he was so hot. Older men really turn me on. You must know how that feels. I mean, your husband is way older than you, right?""Yeah. I'm twenty-one and he's forty." Jenna admitted. "Eighteen and late fifties is one hell of an age gap though.""I know. Oh but Jen. Tom was such a sexy man. Just the type I like. He was a smoker, but not a heavy one. Kind of used to turn me on, smelling smoke on his breath. It added to the attraction, as weird as that sounds. The sex was amazing. Older men are just sexier,”Jenna gave a dreamy sigh. "Yep they are. Can't disagree with you there. Realizing she suddenly had a lot more in common with her cousin, she sat down next to her. "Tell me more about Tom."And so Mia gave her chapter and verse on her spicy adventures at Salford.

I denne episoden av Treningspodden ser vi nærmere på "trenings-immunologi" – hvordan vi kan trene på en måte som støtter et sterkt og balansert immunforsvar. Nå er virussesongen over oss, og det blir enda viktigere å forstå hvordan kosthold, stressregulering og treningsrutiner spiller inn. Vi tar for oss spørsmål som: Hva slags treningsformer bygger opp immunforsvaret, og hva kan bryte det ned? Hvordan påvirker hyppighet, intensitet og varighet immunforsvarets evne til å beskytte kroppen? Finn ut hvilke strategier som fungerer best for å holde deg sunn og sterk gjennom sesongen! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode of Inside the Techosystem, we are joined by Kristin H. Wilson. Kristin is the Chief Strategy Officer at Spurt and Managing Partner at Innovate Africa Fund. Kristen shares her unique journey from aspiring doctor to venture capital expert, emphasizing the importance of evidence-based practices in entrepreneurship. The discussion highlights the significant role of the African diaspora in funding startups and the need for effective problem-solving in the entrepreneurial landscape. You can reach Kristin at: https://x.com/kristinhwilson https://www.linkedin.com/in/hkristinwilson Follow us: X (Twitter): https://x.com/insidethetechos Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/insidethetechos/ You can subscribe to our newsletter at https://insidethetechosystem.ck.page Show Notes & Resources (05:51) - Kristin Wilson's Journey in Tech and Venture Capital (09:05) - The Role of the African Diaspora in Venture Capital (11:58) - Understanding Problems vs. Solutions in Entrepreneurship (14:52) - The Importance of Mentorship and Market Access (29:57) - Navigating Challenges in the Tech Ecosystem (30:54) - Unlocking Connections: The Importance of Networking (33:54) - Reevaluating the Move: Perspectives on Relocation (35:11) - Innovate Africa Fund: Scaling Sustainable Innovation (39:51) - Founder-First Approach: Supporting Entrepreneurs (43:52) - Investment Dynamics: Early Stage Challenges (47:34) - The Methodology of Due Diligence (50:35) - Diaspora Engagement: Attracting Limited Partners (52:03) - Learning from Global Markets: Inspiration for Innovation (55:28) - The Future of Spurt: Culture and Expectations (57:48) - Living the Dream: Personal Aspirations and Future Goals

Father Jimmy Fights his carnal desires.By GrushaVashnadze. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Oh yeah, cunt!" he muttered under his breath."Yeah, hot fucking cunt!" he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful -- pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss.The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide."Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that cunt so hard," he continued. "I'm gonna ram my fucking cock deep in your hot pussy, I'm gonna feel your juicy cunt around my cock, and then I'm gonna fucking come inside you, I'm gonna spurt all my fucking cum deep in your hot fuck-hole till you scream in pleasure. You want that, baby, you want that?"But there was no answer from the buxom blonde beauty. For she was but a centrefold in a magazine, lying open before him on his bed. One picture among many, actually, for his eiderdown was covered with a selection of his collected periodicals, open to his favourite pages, featuring a variety of nude beauties, all displaying themselves -- he liked to think -- purely for his pleasure.His cock throbbed as he stroked it, thumb and two fingers gently rubbing the glans while the palm of his hand wrapped itself around the shaft. He admired his carefully-ordered "cunt collage" -- as he liked to call it. The buxom blond ("Jenny", according to the caption) occupied pride of place in the centre of his bed. Surrounding her were half a dozen other centrefolds: "Sabrina" -- dark-haired, with huge natural flowing boobs, left hand holding her pussy open whilst one delicate finger of the right curled knuckle-deep into her arsehole; "Brea" -- blonde and skinny, with pert breasts, irresistibly smouldering eyes, and a shaven pussy; "Elsa" -- bleached blond hair, sweet "next-door-girl" smile, hairy blonde cunt with -- "oh fuck!" he muttered, as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in delight -- gorgeous flappy cunt-lips which dangled, glistening with little beads of pussy-juice...He paused his cock-stroking, looking away and upwards at the ceiling, in order to calm himself down: he didn't want to come too soon. Not yet.Just in time, the phone rang. Nervously he scrabbled for the receiver."Hi Jimmyyy!" came the sultry voice he was expecting. "It's Bea here, wiv yer fantasy call.""Bea, how are you?""Oh, Jimmy, I'm feeling so fuckin' horny this evening, I'm been so looking forward to our call.""Talk to me, Bea," said Jimmy, as he resumed slowly massaging his dick."Oh, you know me, Jimmy, I just can't get enough fuckin'. I'm sitting here on my bed, and I'm wearin' this skimpy negligee, and I've shaved my pussy just for you -- and it's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy, I just can't wait for you to ram yer big cock in there. D'ya wanna do that, Jimmyyy?" Bea's voice was warm and breathy -- something she had practised and honed over the months she had been calling him. Jimmy knew that, these days, he could instead be watching a video online, or a camgirl -- but he was a man of habit and tradition, and he loved the way things used to be when he was younger, when porn was always magazines, and audio invariably meant the telephone. And so he sat at the head of his bed, stroking his cock, listening to Bea's breathy seductive personalised filth, whilst he continued to ogle his favourite magazine nudes.As Bea spoke, his eyes continued to roam the pages spread open on the bed: "Codi" -- a ridiculously slender blonde with big fake tits, pouting lips drooling slightly at the sight of her own shaven cunt, spread wide with two delicate hands; "Emma" -- on all fours, so her pussy peeped cheekily out from between her buttocks, crowned by a tight puckered arsehole...Bea was very good too: she knew, after some six months of weekly Friday evening calls to Jimmy, just how he liked it. Jimmy wasn't interested in toys, or blowjobs, or titfucks, or anal, or any other kinks. He liked cunt. He loved cunt. And he adored it when Bea talked cunt: "Jimmyyy..." she breathed, "my pussy's feelin' so hot tonight. Will ya put yer dick in there, Jimmyyy?""It's all for you, Bea," muttered Jimmy, in a half-hearted attempt to play along with the fantasy. Actually, he wasn't much interested in the role-play aspect of things: it was, after all, pure fakery -- but he liked hearing Bea talk dirty, and so he said the minimum required to let her know that she was on the right track, and then revelled in the glorious obscenity of her wall-to-wall aural filth."Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good!" she lied. "Your cock's so fuckin' hard, Jimmy -- I can feel it deep in my cunt, fillin' me up. Go on, Jimmy, slide that huge fuckin' cock in and out of my wet cunt; can ya feel my pussy all hot and juicy for ya?" Jimmy listened, his eyes roving across the collage spread out on the bed before him, imagining what Bea's cunt might be like. Deliberately, he had never asked her, preferring to make it a new cunt each week: last week's choice had been "Cecilia" -- black, shaven, lips teased apart just enough to reveal her juicy pink haven inside; this week, it would be "Jenny".Jimmy loved Bea's voice -- "chavvy South London", he called it, oozing squalor; in his more lucid moments he imagined her as a single mum on the dole in some squalid high-rise council flat in Tooting -- a ne'er-do-well scraping together a living using the only pathetic skill she had. But now she was his tart, his whore, his plaything, his fantasy: she could be anything and everything he imagined. He liked playing this game, as he continued to stroke his dick to ecstasy whilst revelling in Bea's increasingly filthy ongoing monologue. Bea, for her part, was the consummate professional, sensing from Jimmy's pants and grunts just how far he was on his journey to release. And when Jimmy muttered, "Say my favourite things, Bea," she knew just what he meant."You know, Jimmy, I'm a dir'y, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore... That's what I am, Jimmy -- just a cuntfuckin' whore." Jimmy loved those words, and Bea's grimy accent was the icing on the cake: his cock jerked and bucked in response, stiffening even further. "I'm a whore, Jimmyyy. And you like dir'y fuckin' whores, don'tcha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv 'at big cock?" Jimmy was in ecstasy.Soon Bea had progressed to "My cunt's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy: that's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me fuckin' come, Jimmy, 'coz I'm a dir'y, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!" Jimmy took the cue, fixing his eyes on "Jenny's" pussy -- still, of course, reliably wide open and glistening for him -- drinking in its beauty, and gradually ramping up the rhythm of his stroking so as to time his own orgasm to match Bea's ersatz one. And when Bea got to "I'm gonna fuckin' come, Jimmy, here it is baby, come all over ya dir'y filfy cuntfuckin' whore -- oh yeah oh FUUUUUCK!!!" Jimmy did exactly that. He felt the tell-tale boiling sensation in his balls, felt his cum surge and rise through his shaft and explode from his bucking, twitching cockhead."Jenny" was the chosen recipient of Jimmy's cum this evening, six or seven thick ropes of semen splattering over her picture. Jimmy aimed at her cunt, and watched as the likeness of her vulva disappeared under a gloopy coating of semen. Bea was continuing to moan and squeal down the telephone line: "Oh yeah, Jimmy, are ya comin' for me? Does 'at feel good, babe?" as the last few dribbles of sperm landed on "Jenny's" tits and face."Was 'at nice, Jimmyyy?" breathed Bea in her customary breathy tones. "D'ya like comin' in my dir'y hot cunt, Jimmyyy?"Jimmy panted incoherently in reply, his imagination desperately clinging on as long as he could to the illusion of sexual fulfillment. But it was always too short-lived. Even before his cock was flaccid, the illusion was fading and Bea was in business mode: "Same time next week still good for ya, babe? Take it off yer card, yeah?"Jimmy muttered a "Yeah, thanks, Bea," before hanging up and surveying the mess. It never looked as good afterwards as he hoped it would before. Sperm-soiled magazine "Jenny" looked, frankly, ridiculous and tawdry now -- a far cry from the seductive perfection she had exuded when pristine on the page. And wrapping up and disposing of semen-soaked magazine pages was anything but sexy. But Jimmy did so with his customary goal-oriented efficiency, trying to -- and largely succeeding in -- staunching his creeping feeling of shame, until the job was done, his penis was wiped clean, and he had put on his clothes again.Then his collar.And then his cassock.And then Father James Wright knelt on the floor of his bedroom and wept bitterly.~~~~~"Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -- by the Divine Power of God -- cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of... oh fuck..."Father Jim's voice tailed off. He had performed his morning ablutions, had his breakfast, and said his Office, and was preparing himself by examination of conscience for his weekly two-birds-with-one-stone excursion to the Cathedral -- first to confession, followed by his weekly exorcism training seminar. He usually dressed in civvies for these visits, not wanting to draw attention to himself on public transport -- but he never missed his hebdomadal chance to unburden his soul, and timing it for Saturday mornings made sense. Apart from anything else, this way, he felt less guilty saying the Eucharist over the weekend than if he were to have his Friday evening sins hanging on his conscience.But this morning Father Jim's voice gave up mid-supplication, as the thought impinged upon his intercessions:Am I a hypocrite? Actually, this was a thought which frequently went through his mind. The answer, of course, was yes: regularly, deliberately, and with full foreknowledge, every Friday night -- and he knew it. For hypocrite though he was, he was neither stupid nor deluded. He had learnt to corral his fleshly weakness into one weekly episode, and it would soon be,gratias Deo, effaced from his soul by the Sacrament of Reconciliation -- after which he could continue to pursue his presbyterial vocation with confidence. Until next Friday.Today, though, he felt somewhat less confident than normal, less spiritually bullish, more vulnerable than usual. Perhaps it was the weather -- dull and grey like many an English spring morning -- but it was almost as if he felt that the hosts of Satan were genuinely massing on the horizon, and that he might truly need the intercession of an archangel to forestall the ruin of his soul. In short, Father Jim's carefully calibrated balancing act between spiritual propriety and sexual concupiscence was feeling unaccountably precarious this morning.He was just letting himself out of the presbytery when a young woman came dashing round the corner, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. "Father Jim! Father Jim! Oh, I'mso glad I caught you. Please would you hear my confession?" Behind the urgency of her request Jim descried a pleasingly upper middle-class voice ("so" came out a bit like "say") -- but ever so slightly Estuary ("t" in "caught" barely noticeable), as was common with the younger generation.Father Jim thought, but did not say:Oh fuck. He tried not to think swear words between Saturday morning confession and the end of mass on Sunday evening. But he had not been to confession yet, and therefore made the split-second judgment that he may as well, for now, think obscenities. After all, he liked them; he liked the sound of them: "fuck" -- beautiful, he thought. And this young lady was, he thought to himself,"fucking hot". She was slender and small, almost a waif -- and yet her pencil skirt was just a touch too tight, and her blouse ever so slightly translucent, so that the shape of her nipples, puffy and rounded but not huge, made two soft tents in the front of her top.Oops -- he thought, as he felt his penis begin to stir inside his rather ill-fitting trousers. No, it would not do to be groping his cock out of the way in front of a parishioner, so he banished "fucking hot" from his brain with a quick piece of well-practiced spiritual legerdemain, and switched into concerned parish priest mode. He vaguely recognised the girl -- from the back row of the 10:30, perhaps? -- but wasn't sure if they had ever exchanged words. He felt within his rights to say, "I'm actually on my way out now, er..." as he looked at her quizzically with that I've-forgotten-your-name look customarily used by parish priests."Bernadette -- call me Bernie," said the woman, pronouncing the "r" softly but clearly.OK, thought Father Jim.Typical second-generation immigrant. Tries to keep up the religious traditions of the home country, but talks like a Sloane except when asserting her identity. Clearly done well for herself, been to uni. But -- Jim groaned inwardly -- she wasn't taking the hint."Oh please, Father, I really need you to hear my confession, I... I..." Father Jim looked into her eyes for the first time -- and there was that look of moral desperation he was used to seeing in some people. Some could live in their sins for long periods of time before emotional need drove them back to the Church; others, like this girl, presumably, were made of less stern stuff. Her eyes glistened with barely held-back tears, as she continued: "I think I may be under a curse, or a hex, and I... I know you are training to be an exorcist, aren't you?" Her lower lip trembled, as her damp eyes pleaded with him.In the silence of his heart, Father Jim thought to himself:Oh fuck. But he took no pleasure in this particular iteration of his favourite obscenity. He had met this kind of woman before: excessively impressionable, with an inclination to see spiritual warfare lurking under every pebble, when her only problem might a temporary imbalance of hormones.Exorcism? Bullshit. But Jim was, despite his cynicism, a kind man, and so he said, "All right, Bernie. Of course. Let's go in," as he ushered her through his front door. "Face-to-face, or in the box?""Oh, I prefer the old-fashioned way, if that's all right, Father?" she replied sheepishly.He gestured her down the corridor towards the church, and then up the long nave -- pleasantly illumined by the shifting colours which filtered dully through the great east window. As she walked ahead of him, he watched her bottom jiggle gently from side to side, red heels clicking on the stone floor, her medium-length ponytail of light brown hair swishing behind her. Fuck, he thought -- and this time revelled in the thought.Fuck yeah... he muttered silently, his mind's eye briefly, secretly, undressing her from behind."Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," said the girl, once they had both settled into their respective halves of the confessional."How long has --""Oh, over a year, Father." interrupted Bernie. "I've got a lot of catching up to do."Fuck, thought Father Jim. But, because he was basically a kind-hearted man, he instead said: "Well, take your time. It is good that God has called you back to the Sacrament now.""Thank you, Father." He heard Bernie take a deep breath. "I... I'm married..." she ventured cautiously. "But I've not been strictly... faithful..." There was a long pause.Ho ho, I knew it, thought Jim.Another pretty young slut, got hitched too soon, screwing around behind her husband's back. Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn't I? But instead he said, "And how long have you been having this affair?""Oh, it's not an affair, Father," said the girl. "It's kind of a weird binge, a bit... perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know -- with someone else..."Oh shit, thought Father Jim.This'll take all morning. Web of adultery -- seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they're all crotch-deep in moral turpitude. Why do they even bother to get married if they've got no continence? Should try and be celibate -- then they'll learn how lucky they are... All that passed through his mind in an instant, but of course he voiced none of it."You see," continued Bernie, "we were married a year ago -- here, before you came: Father Peter married us -- and, well, I thought it was going so well. We... we were really good in bed, you know... I mean, we really liked the sex and everything."Too much information! thought Jim to himself. But he did not say that either."You know, I was a virgin when we got married. I'd saved myself up for this. And the first time, it was wonderful. You know, for some girls it hurts? But for me it was bliss. He just slid in, and I loved it. And we loved it -- just like that, in and out, you know?"Father Jim felt his cock begin to stir. It was the inevitable involuntary reaction to a sexual confession which was becoming just a touch too detailed.Fuck, girl, why are you telling me all this? he thought. But Bernie continued to jabber, exuding, though unseen, an air of wide-eyed innocence from behind her latticed screen."But then Giles started wanting me to do things I didn't want to -- you know, oral, and anal, and stuff -- and I really wasn't comfortable with it, so we had a few arguments about that. "I mean, when he wanted me to give him a blowjob, you know, he'd just pull down his trousers and waggle the thing in front of my face..."Too much fucking information! Jim screeched in the silence of his own heart. But he couldn't stop himself imagining the husband's cock, stiff and huge, waggling back and forth in front of Bernie's pretty face, her narrow mouth opening wider, wider, her tongue extending to lick pre-cum off the frenulum before her lips softly enclosed the...Fuck, Jim, pull yourself together, man! he thought, as he felt his cock begin to make an uncomfortable tent in his trousers. He stammered out loud, "Er... sister, you don't need to tell me all that, you know, just stick to...""Oh, but it's important, Father," came Bernie's voice. "Because that's what led to it. I told him I didn't like sucking him off, but he kept trying to persuade me, and I kept saying no..." Father Jim imagined he detected the faintest hint of a smirk in her tone -- but of course it was impossible to tell..."And then," continued Bernie, "there was the anal. Sometimes when we were making love he'd wet his finger with... well, you know... and then he'd reach round and try to stick it in there. I really didn't like it -- and of course he never forced me; I mean, he's a kind man, he'd never do anything nasty -- but it was clear he was disappointed..."Oh Jesus motherfucking Christ, thought Father Jim. His cock was stiff now, and he could feel his own pre-cum beginning to leak slowly from his glans. He reached down to adjust his cock inside his trousers, and inevitably his hand lingered just a bit too long, grasping his own erect shaft through the fabric and squeezing it gently. That familiar thrill of pleasure surged through him -- but he made himself let go, telling himself: Later, Jim, later. Just get this girl through her confession for now..."But the strangest thing of all, Father," Bernie continued unabated, "was when he'd want me to talk dirty to him, you know?"Are you kidding? thought Jim incredulously. Do you think that just because I'm a priest I don't have male blood boiling in my veins? What are you on about, girl?!Bernie seemed oblivious to her confessor's discomfort. Either that, or she was deliberately winding him up -- he couldn't tell for sure. "See, Father," she continued, "he'd ask me to say dirty words, like... 'tits'... and 'pussy'... and..." -- her voice lingered a while on the first consonant -- "'ffffuck'."In an instant, Father Jim's resistance crumbled. That word was his favourite, a glorious fillip to all that was unholy and self-indulgent in the deepest recesses of his mind, and it banished all his residual will-power to the four winds. He quietly but swiftly unzipped his fly, removed his stiff sweaty cock from its prison, pulled back the damp pre-cum-lubricated foreskin, and began to slowly wank his shaft up and down, his lips trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. This was wrong. This was so wrong -- he knew it, of course. But he was going to do it anyway. This girl could not possibly be for real. This was no sacrament, this was an ambush. The Evil One was tempting him, and he was succumbing. And he fucking loved it..."See, Father Jim, it must be something about men, they all like those dirty words so much. My husband did: he wanted me to say things like" -- Bernie lowered her voice conspiratorially -- "'Ram your fucking cock in my pussy, baby!' and 'Fuck my hot cunt with that big dick!' Things like that... Do you like hearing things like that, Father?" Bernie's voice was hot and breathy now. Her prey was in her grasp, and she was playing with him: Jim knew it -- but, though he had no idea why this woman had chosen to ambush him in this manner, he knew it was too late. He groaned, as he felt his cock stiffen further in his sweaty palm, felt his heart pound faster with excitement."I'm sure we could have worked things out, Father. You know, I got quite used to the dirty talk -- that was quite fun actually. But the oral, and the anal -- no way. He'd show me videos on the internet, you know -- porn? Girls getting fucked in the arse, and taking cocks down their throats -- and it just looked so horrible and painful and disgusting. And then he'd show me videos of group sex, and asked if I'd ever like to do stuff like that -- and I said no! And then, to show him I really loved him, I'd let him fuck me. I mean, I really loved it when he fucked me: when his cock was all huge and stiff, and then he'd lie me on my back and fuck me all deep and squelchy. Sometimes he'd lie flat on me and grind the base of his cock against my clit to make me come. Sometimes he'd shift down, so his cockhead found my G-spot. Sometimes he'd flip me over and do me doggy. Sometimes I'd go on top and drive him wild, teasing him with my wet pussy lips before plunging down onto this cock. And I loved all that, Father, I did, truly. Cock in cunt -- that's the way it's meant to be, isn't it? I mean, that's the way God made us, isn't it?"Father Jim groaned at the absurdity of his situation. Here was a young girl giving him lessons in Saint John Paul's Theology of the Body, while he stroked his cock in the confessional -- what the fuck was going on?! But he couldn't stop now. His cock was raging, his balls were aching, and his thoughts were in mindfuck mode. Here was a girl after his own heart, one who loved being fucked in the cunt, and who loved to talk filthy. "Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh God..." he muttered incoherently in his ecstasy."You OK in there, Father Jim?" giggled the girl. "I'm sorry for being so explicit, but -- I kind of have to, you'll see why soon, I'll explain..."You don't have to explain, thought Father Jim -- as far as he was capable of thinking anything at all, for he was past thinking now. His mind was now fixed firmly on cunt, on fucking cunt, just like this girl was saying: cock slip-sliding in and out, grinding against engorged clit-flesh. It didn't matter whose cunt: his years of fake fantasy sex, week after week of dirty pictures -- "Jenny" or "Codi" or "Elsa" or whoever the fuck they were; or of listening to "Bea" recycling her mind-banked fuck-fantasies for his delectation -- all this had inured him to the sheer fakery of being a sex-obsessed celibate. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered now, except the filth-filled moment.

Er du bevisst hvordan du vil ha det, og hvordan du ikke vil ha det? Lever du i et forhold du skulle ønske var bedre? Og hva kommer det av at vi ofte velger å leve i ett forhold, men egentlig ønsker oss et helt annet? Når jeg spør klientene mine hva de lengter etter innerst inne, svarer de: «Jeg ønsker å bli elsket for den jeg er.» Men for mange synes det som den store kjærligheten er uoppnåelig. Vi ender opp med de samme utilfredsstillende forholdene om og om igjen, selv om vi innerst inne vil noe helt annet og bedre. Vi fortsetter å velge mennesker som er ute av stand til å møte våre følelsesmessige behov som vi lengter så inderlig etter å få dekket.Lytt å bli inspirert av ukens spørsmål og svar.

Joining us with a rich tapestry of experience and exposure, this week's guest joins us in the boardroom from the world of strategy consulting and venture capital with a radical view of how Africans can build businesses that make a difference.  Dr. Kristin Wilson spent her early professional life studying modern thought & literature, African studies, and neuroscience at leading institutions like Oxford, Princeton, and Stanford and led a tangentially different career in management consulting and venture capital. In this episode, we discuss the ways that culture and history play a part in how businesses across various societies build for success.  As a champion of African entrepreneurship, Kristin also unpacks a fascinating model as to how we can begin to move the needle as a continent by embracing our core values, strengths, and collective identity while appreciating our nuances. Join us in the boardroom to unravel the colorful fabric of psychology that drives our society, politics and business in Africa. If you are interested in engaging more with Kristin and her work, check out her LinkedIn here or check out Spurt! here. --- Join us in creating social impact through a cup of tea by visiting www.nepalteacollective.com Support our podcast further by pledging your support through our Substack Channel: https://boardroombanterpodcast.substack.com?utm_source=navbar&utm_medium=web&r=2myauy

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Hey everyone Sheevaun Moran here Driving For Your Success and this one thing that has nearly every startup small business owner leader of a business that is thriving uh leaders in business really have issue with and it astounds me how many people have issue with this because it is the backbone of every single business, every single company, every single Spurt of growth or  downturn and growth and what I have found over the many many many many many many entrepreneurs and leaders and small business owners who I've helped that maybe didn't come to me for growing their business however that's where we always end up and it's about sales and marketing and most people have a very ugly relationship with sales and marketing most people actually don't even like sales they think sales is something that is done to people that is taking advantage of people that is something that is horrific to even do and I remember this one particular entrepreneur and his assistant actually uh got him to work with me because their company was taking a nose dive and she couldn't get him uh to move the needle on anything and when we really got in and started having conversations with him and his his frame of mind his beliefs uh about money about how products and sales worked and he was a brilliant inventor he is a brilliant inventor and uh it was this really cool invention that was a safety opening knife and apparently it's in most places who have you know uh boxes that need to be open on a regular basis and it was pretty cool and somebody was trying to steal that idea from him and when we got into the business and his his psychology around the business we found out that he Lo literally load sales and he literally believed marketing was completely waste of time money and energy and the fact of the matter is this whole thing was really fascinating because he just hired this uh a year before marketing guy and a supposed sales guy and the really interesting thing is both of these people actually did the wrong thing in the wrong direction and it really hurt this my client sales and so once we got his issues with sales and how to deal with sales and selling and his beliefs around sales not that he had to do it but his beliefs around on them uh to turn around the lawsuits kind of miraculously started dropping away interestingly enough and we were able to help him uh identify the energy and the tone and the texture and the behaviors of the right marketing agency and then the right salesperson to come in and help him grow the company from it it was $1 million company and it was tanking to less than a million when I started helping them and now they're about a 20 or $30 million business I don't know where they're at at this point but it really started skyrocketing and so their dysfunction around the idea the beliefs the energy the attitude around sales and around marketing were so problematic that it was hurting the business and maybe maybe you get what I'm talking about I mean one of the reasons I got into sales and marketing is because I'm kind of shy and I thought I needed to learn how to talk to people that is the truth of it I saw my dad talking to everybody and I didn't I didn't quite understand how that worked and so I actually got into sales to get over my issues around talking with people it's kind of funny and I love marketing I love marketing because if something can be said in the right way you can actually help turn a whole idea around into something magical I'll give you one more story about a client and she had a food company and I kept saying you're saying the words in the wrong direction you're saying something that isn't really grasping the person who's going to pull it off the shelf in order to say they want that product and sure enough once I got her attitude about social media around marketing around selling uh sorted out and really healed and transformed uh and helped her see how to use those words properly in her marketing and in her packaging she got into 400 doors stores uh throughout the United States and so sales and marketing is crucial to make amends with so if you don't know what to do to make amends with sales and marketing let's just start with forgiving sales and forgiving marketing and forgiving that you need to do it and let's get started there and hey if you want some help in this and have a conversation on this I'm kind of good at it so reach out to me at sheevaunmoran.com and uh if you really want to level up massively then go to EpicLifeSuccessSummit.com I cannot wait to hear about your stories that are healed and transformed around sales and marketing it's going to make a radical difference -  have a beautiful day and see you soon.

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Chicken moves from behind the camera to one of the seats. In this episode: Shaq as a DJ, clothes for big and small people, losing weight, and knowing your place in a comedy green room. Pour a drink, lay on your couch, and laugh. ------------------------------------- The Whiskey Brothers, Houston's #1 comedy podcast! Join The Whiskey Brothers Discord: https://discord.gg/HdsE77jd4T Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/whiskeybrothers Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5rdsc3kAhZVaX9nBpnvEyQ?si=n3KUhBIkQMG5OhDL6UAUzg&dl_branch=1

Jonas Vingegaard er kommet i modvind i de belgiske medier, der mener at han burde arbejde mere for at sikre Wout van Aert en etapesejr. Vi kigger på strategien hos Jumbo og på UAE's flotte indledning. Casper P er med i studiet og taler blandt andet om Tourens første massespurt, hvor hans holdkammerat, Fabio Jakobsen, desværre igen mistede Mørkøvs hjul.

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This week, Jeremiah joins us as we dive into the strangest Gospel tract we've ever seen, as well as the story of Judah and Tamar! I wouldn't be surprised if you've sat through some very uncomfortable sermons about sex, marriage, and the roles of men and women thanks to the Evangelical interpretation of this story. Come along with us as we peel back the warm, sticky, pungent layers of this odd story sandwiched between chapters about Joseph. It's going to be fun! And if you want to jump in on the conversation, join our Discord (Linktree in our Instagram bio). Thanks for listening, and if you could, please leave us a review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you stream the show!

This is what we're yapping about in this 97th episode. Guest co-host Ace is in the hot seat for this week. Listen in as he talks about his work out plan to get what he calls.... The Look! For his week.  (1:24) GP been grinding at work while at the same time on the hunt for some furniture.  (4:54) Time to get angry at the result of leaving your headphones before going to the gym and folks who's hating on the little Mermaid casting decision on Call it Out!  (6:19) What you know about thee spurt called Goalball?! (23:26) A man gets struck by lightning while playing on his PlayStation. (31:44) Quick bits, where we talk real news real fast!  (39:20) We review She-Hulk: Attorney at law episode 7, The retreat.  (51:53) We are changing up the movie Avatar in our own way with TWIZT WH@T 3XISTS! (1:06:43) Positive Chakra! (1:16:43) And Yell outs before we head out! (1:18:37) Rate, Follow, Like, and Subscribe! What more info on the show? Go to our link tree here linktr.ee/Callitlikeidontseeit

This week we discuss the low performers in fantasy football through the first three weeks of NFL action and explain whether they'll continue to hurt you for the rest of the season or if it's just a temporary setback.

It's officially season 2 of The Grinders Table and to kick off this 'summer' episode is Kristin Wilson. Kristin designs solutions at the confluence of business, culture, and politics in emerging markets. Kriston talks about veering from her medical career to her foray into Princeton, Oxford and Stanford. We deep dive into what success means and her company - Spurt! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the-grinders-table/message

It's time for episode 277 of the Mobile Tech Podcast with guest and YouTube creator Chris Barraclough of Tech Spurt -- brought to you by Audible. In this week's show, we share our first impressions of the Nothing Phone (1), Apple MacBook Air M2, and Xiaomi 12 Lite. We then jump into news from Moto, RedMagic, Samsung, Nokia, and more... Good times!Episode Links- Support the podcast on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/tnkgrl- Donate: https://tnkgrl.com/tnkgrl/- Support the podcast with Audible: http://AudibleTrial.com/MobileTech- Chris Barraclough: https://twitter.com/TechSpurtVideo- Nothing Phone (1) hands-on: https://www.theverge.com/23204088/nothing-phone-1-glyph-lights-features-screen-specs- MacBook Air M2 review: https://www.theverge.com/laptop-review/23207440/apple-macbook-air-m2-2022-review- Chris' Xiaomi 12 Lite review: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwDIx64t4Vg- Moto Razr 2022 design showcased: https://www.gsmarena.com/motorola_razr_2022_design_showcased-news-55017.php- RedMagic 7S Pro: https://www.gsmarena.com/red_magic_7s_and_7s_pro_unveiled_with_snapdragon_8_gen_1_chipsets-news-55000.php- Samsung dropping Exynos: https://www.sammobile.com/news/galaxy-s23-snapdragon-processor-worldwide/- Poco C40: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rd_rgEeIavU- Nokia 5710 XpressAudio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y1eZlRQL7w

In this episode we speak to Ms Kristin Wilson Strategy Lead at Spurt. She speaks to us about Spurt and their objective is to make businesses more efficient and more profitable. She also discusses about opportunities in the health sector in Nigeria, challenges in getting funding for startups and more..   Book: Aristotle for Everybody by Mortimer J. Adler Podcast: Theories for change by Spurt