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Transpirer dans une salle plongée dans le noir, avec la musique à fond et un coach déchainé.Chloé et son mari Jules vivent cette expérience pour la première fois chez l'iconique SoulCycle à New York. C'est un vrai déclic. En 45 minutes de séance ils réalisent que leur routine sportive à Paris ne leur correspond plus du tout.Aux US, ils testent différents concepts sportifs novateurs et détectent tout de suite l'opportunité business.Chloé quitte alors son poste de cheffe de projet chez L'Oréal pour s'associer avec son mari et lancer Punch Boxing : un mélange de boxe sur sac et de bootcamp, dans une salle sombre aux ambiances de boîte de nuit.Ils ouvrent 2 studios à Paris puis rencontrent Jonathan Garay et Nicolas Chabrier qui viennent d'acquérir Dynamo, le SoulCycle français.Ils décident de regrouper leurs marques pour créer Monday Sports Club et permettre à leurs clients de naviguer entre 3 sports (cycling, boxe et yoga) qui se complètent.Le quatuor capitalise sur une tendance grandissante qui délaisse la performance au profit d'une expérience inédite et galvanisante.Le concept séduit massivement. Résultat : chaque semaine, près de 15 000 clients se déplacent dans les 21 studios du groupe à Paris, Bordeaux et Marseille.Dans cet épisode, Chloé dévoile l'envers du décor :Pourquoi prendre le contre-pied de la performance et créer la nouvelle norme du "sport-ainment"La magie d'une communauté ultra-engagée et fidèlePourquoi bannir les abonnements au profit d'un modèle ”pay-as-you-go”Les coulisses d'une fusion réussie : gérer 4 associés aux visions divergentes en gardant l'expérience client comme seule prioritéSon plan pour conquérir l'EuropeDes success stories qui démontrent une vraie tendance de fond sur l'évolution du marché du sport urbain. Un échange passionnant avec Chloé pour comprendre les clés qui permettent d'avoir un coup d'avance sur son marché.TIMELINE:00:00:00 : Dynamo, Punch Boxing, Riise, l'histoire derrière tous ces lieux iconiques00:18:15 : Pourquoi les cours de sport classiques sont has-been00:27:33 : La recette pour s'accorder entre associés00:36:47 : Aligner ses intérêts à ceux de ses clients00:50:34 : Le fonctionnement bien huilé des 21 studios du groupe01:03:43 : “Notre plus gros client a fait plus de 3000 séances”01:12:16 : Ce qu'elle a appris chez L'Oréal01:25:37 : La figure cruciale du coach star01:42:52 : Développer la franchise à vitesse grand V01:55:15 : Miser sur des sports intemporels02:08:58 : Comment importer des concepts des US et récolter le gros lotLes anciens épisodes de GDIY mentionnés : #352 - Juliette Lévy - Oh My Cream ! - Se mesurer aux géants de la beauté, casser les codes des DNVB, et tout rafler#103 - Pierre Chappaz - Kelkoo & Teads - Tenir tête aux GAFA, les plus grandes entreprises de la tech#249 - Frédéric Biousse - Experienced Capital - Prendre la vie comme une partie de Monopoly#54 - Alexandre Prot  -  De McKinsey à QONTO (en passant par les cigarettes électroniques)#456 - Alexandre Prot - Qonto - Bousculer l'écosystème bancaire et s'imposer en référence européenne[Hors-Série REDBULL] - Christophe Coutal - Moorea Plage - « C'est moi le roi, pas le client » la légende de St-Tropez#256 - Alain Weill - L'Express, BFMTV - L'homme qui bouscule le monde des médias depuis près de quarante ans#460 - Sébastien Bazin - PDG du groupe Accor - Diriger un groupe coté en bourse sans ordinateur#373 - Benjamin Cardoso - The Polar Plunge - Faire de son corps une FerrariNous avons parlé de :Monday Sports ClubDynamo CyclingPunch BoxingRise YogaEutopia VCChloé BouscatelJonathan GarretJules BouscatelNicolas ChabrierMachines LagreeExpérienced CapitalAcquired - Starbucks avec Howard SchultzAlvo Market, plateforme de transmission d'entrepriseAssociation La Maison PerchéeHôtel Lily of the ValleyOthershipDocumentaire “2 semaines aux US pour comprendre le rêve américain”Podcast The Bold WayVous pouvez suivre Chloé sur LinkedIn et Instagram.Je vous ai négocié un code promo DOIT qui vous permettra d'avoir une réduction sur l'offre de bienvenue des studios Monday. Vous souhaitez sponsoriser Génération Do It Yourself ou nous proposer un partenariat ?Contactez mon label Orso Media via ce formulaire.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Fred is a truly inspirational character and one who is passionate about downwind foiling. From sailing as a kid to becoming a windsurf legend and SUP pioneer it is what he has overcome that is truly inspiring. Nearly losing his leg in a horrible car crash was a watershed moment for Fred. He turned to event organising to help keep him busy whilst his body healed and has organised some of the best downwind events in the world. Getting into SUP Foiling was natural progression from both the organising and competing sense. He learnt to downwind foil with his disability showing others how it can be done in his home town. He has done M2O in 2023 and 2024 and since our chat was the first to foil from Europe to Africa across one of the busiest shipping channels in the world. It was an absolute pleasure to catch up with Fred and I hope you can be as inspired as I am when listening along to what he has to say. If you want more downwind foiling content check out https://caseyaus.com/coach-casey-club/

Pour écouter l'épisode en entier tapez "[HS RED BULL] - Christophe Coutal - Moorea Plage - « C'est moi le roi, pas le client » la légende de St-Tropez" sur votre plateforme d'écoute.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Être le roi de la plus belle plage au monde.C'est le rôle que tient depuis plus de 30 ans Christophe Coutal, patron de Moorea Plage près de Saint-Tropez et maire adjoint de la ville.Un personnage haut en couleur, profondément attaché à sa terre, à ses clients et à une certaine idée de l'hospitalité.Son secret ? Il incarne son lieu. Il passe entre les tables, il fait le show et parle à tout le monde. Ici, personne ne vient juste déjeuner : on se sent chez soi, donc on revient.Plutôt que de céder à la mode du bling et des pourboires à cinq chiffres, Christophe a misé sur la fidélité. Il refuse les coups d'éclat, les clients éphémères et les prix délirants.“Je suis le plus mauvais plagiste de Pampelonne… Mais je serai encore là quand les autres seront partis.”Chaque été, Moorea affiche complet. Le restaurant sert des centaines de couverts par jour et génère près de 8 millions d'euros en une saison.Dans cet épisode, il nous raconte les coulisses de ce business si particulier : les règles du jeu quand on gère un établissement saisonnier, comment bien recruter, l'exigence du service — et tous ces détails qu'on ne voit pas toujours depuis son transat.Un régal ! Foncez.Merci à notre partenaire Red Bull d'avoir rendu cette série possible, et de nous donner des ailes pour aller toujours plus loin. Dans cette série spéciale, nous mettons en lumière des personnalités phares du secteur des CHR en France (cafés, hôtels, restaurants). Pour cette série spéciale comme pour tous les épisodes de GDIY, notre équipe garde toujours la main sur la ligne éditoriale et le choix des invités. Nous espérons que ces épisodes vous plairont autant qu'à nous.Vous êtes dans le business du hors domicile et gérants d'établissements (bar, club, restaurant, vente à emporter) ou bien organisateur de festival ? N'hésitez pas à remplir vos coordonnées en cliquant sur le lien suivant : https://www.gdiy.fr/red-bull/Les 100 premiers inscrits pourront bénéficier d'un pack de gratuités de la part Red Bull.TIMELINE:00:00:00 : Tous les Tropéziens ne sont pas riches et le drame des droits de succession en France00:12:42 : Comment devenir plagiste00:20:10 : “No parking, no business”00:31:13 : Comment est fixé le prix d'un matelas00:41:19 : Les meilleurs conseils de vie et de business00:51:59 : Bernard Arnault pourrait être le maire de St-Tropez00:58:44 : Refuser la clientèle russe : tout faire pour maintenir l'authenticité et exister pour l'éternité01:15:12 : Le prix moyen chez Moorea01:22:26 : Ku Klux Klan, les Beatles et Obélix01:33:40 : Comment attirer la bonne typologie de client01:44:51 : Quand un plagiste gagne plus qu'un inspecteur des finances01:55:19 : La mixité à Saint-Tropez et l'élégance02:06:32 : Comment satisfaire le client quoi qu'il en coûte02:26:28 : La pire anecdote de ChristopheLes anciens épisodes de GDIY mentionnés : #461 - Sébastien Bazin - PDG du groupe Accor - Diriger un groupe coté en bourse sans ordinateur#374 - Laurent de Gourcuff - Confessions et secrets du roi de la nuit#364 - Jo-Wilfried Tsonga - Tennisman - Le 5ème des Big Four#250 - Alain Ducasse - Faire de sa cuisine un apprentissage, une passion et une marque mondiale#373 - Benjamin Cardoso - The Polar Plunge - Faire de son corps une Ferrari#255 - Jean Todt - ONU, FIA, Ferrari - Légende vivante du sport automobileNous avons parlé de :Saint-TropezMoorea PlageAfrican QueenMoorea - Gypsy KingsA Mi Manera (Comme D'Habitude) - Gipsy KingsBoulder (Ville du Colorado)Shirley Bassey (chanteuse)Les recommandations de lecture : The iceman, suivez le guide - Pour sublimer votre extraordinaire potentielLes hommes viennent de Mars, les femmes viennent de VénusDix petits nègres (Agatha Christie)Les oubliés (John Grisham)Vous pouvez retrouver la page Instagram de Moorea ici.Vous souhaitez sponsoriser Génération Do It Yourself ou nous proposer un partenariat ?Contactez mon label Orso Media via ce formulaire.Un immense merci à toute la team Club Med pour cet enregistrement hors du temps au resort de Serre-Chevalier.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Il fut un temps où on considérait que les histoires d'amour compliquées, qu'on jugeait sordides, ne pouvaient se produire que dans le monde de la musique et du cinéma. Il n'en était rien, évidemment, juste le fait, non négligeable que le scandale faisant vendre, ces histoires étaient médiatisées à l'extrême. Et au milieu des années 70, où le divorce se porte encore en société comme une bosse sur le dos, c'est un drame quand un coup de foudre tombe sur une personne publique. Surtout quand elle vient de se marier. Je devrais dire quand ils viennent de se marier. Comment Charlotte Rampling et Jean-Michel Jarre pourraient-ils se douter que ce soir de mai 1976, ils vont tomber amoureux. Charlotte est l'actrice fascinante en vue, connue pour des rôles marquants au cinéma dans des films qui ont fait parler d'eux comme le dernier, le sulfureux Portier de nuit. Mariée depuis quatre ans au comédien Bryan Southcombe, elle vit désormais à la Côte d'Azur pour échapper au fisc britannique, comme les Rolling Stones. C'est ainsi qu'elle se trouve invitée ce soir dans un restaurant de St Tropez par l'agent artistique de Patrick Juvet qui vient de terminer un nouvel album prometteur au casting cinq étoiles. L'actrice fait donc la rencontre ce soir-là du parolier de Patrick Juvet qui est aussi celui de Christophe et dont tout le monde a en tête la chanson parue il y a peu … Le jeune musicien de 27 ans, car il est musicien aussi, il est d'ailleurs le fils du célébrissime compositeur oscarisé, se montre très loquace, drôle, en fait, Charlotte le trouve magnétique et rentre chez elle ce soir-là, très troublée. Mais pas autant que Jean-Michel car lui, est bouleversé. Il confie d'ailleurs son désespoir à Patrick Juvet car il est marié, lui aussi, et depuis un an. Et même si son mariage ne fonctionne pas, ça ne se fait pas. Mais de retour chez lui, quelques jours plus tard, Jean-Michel apprend la présence de Charlotte Rampling à Paris pour la promotion d'un film où elle donne la réplique à Robert Mitchum dont c'est le retour en force. Jean-Michel craque, l'appelle et la retrouve à son hôtel où ils restent cachés durant tout le week-end. A son retour, son mari ayant deviné qu'il s'était passé quelque chose, se fâche, Charlotte s'enfuit à Paris, Jean-Michel quitte le domicile conjugal et ils s'installent tous deux chez sa mère.Charlotte et Jean-Michel ne se cachent plus, l'affaire fait grand bruit jusqu'au divorce puisqu'ils n'hésitent pas à s'afficher ensemble lors du Festival de Cannes. Jean-Michel est alors occupé à enregistrer un disque instrumental qui de l'avis de son entourage est bien barré. Mais Charlotte l'écoute fascinée et lui annonce que ce ne sera pas facile : ce sera soit un échec retentissant, soit un triomphe sans précédent. L'histoire de cet amour naissant semble liée à celle de ce disque dont au départ personne ne veut et puis que tout le monde va prendre pour modèle, une bouffée d'oxygène.

DL Here - https://hypeddit.com/regrets/jeneveuxmrturnerssttropezedit "Je Ne Veux Pas Rentrer Chez Moi Seule" is a French song by the artist Regret. The title translates to *"I Don't Want to Go Home Alone."This track is known for its melancholic yet danceable vibe, blending elements of synth-pop and new wave with a touch of French chanson. The song captures the emotions of loneliness and longing, with lyrics that express a desire for companionship and a reluctance to face solitude. The melody is haunting yet catchy, featuring atmospheric synthesizers, a steady beat, and emotive vocals that enhance the song's introspective mood. "Je Ne Veux Pas Rentrer Chez Moi Seule" became a cult favorite among fans of '80s French pop and electronic music, resonating with listeners who appreciate nostalgic and emotionally charged melodies.

Nous sommes en pleine seconde guerre mondiale. Paris est occupée par les Allemands, les temps sont très durs. Marie de Funès paie à son frère Louis, qui est pianiste de bar, des cours de comédie chez René Simon, où il se lie d'amitié avec une bande de joyeux lurons nommés Robert Dhéry, Colette Brosset et Daniel Gélin. Mais il quitte rapidement les cours, ce qui n'étonne pas sa soeur, il a toujours été instable. Ce dont Louis se défend une fois de plus : ce n'est pas la comédie qui le fera vivre de son art, même s'il reconnaît avoir beaucoup appris. Et notamment à amuser le public le soir. Louis a en effet remarqué que depuis qu'il fait l'andouille en jouant, les gens viennent non seulement pour l'écouter (ce qui est déjà en soi un exploit) mais aussi pour le voir. Voilà donc comment il compte faire vivre la nouvelle famille qu'il forme avec Jeanne, sa jeune épouse qu'il rencontrée au cours Simon : en devenant un musicien réputé. Mais le destin est bien imprévisible car un jour de 1944, Louis tombe sur Daniel Gélin alors qu'il attend le métro. Mais au fait ! Et Daniel de lui demander de reprendre un rôle créé par Bernard Blier dans une pièce qu'il monte pour une représentation unique.- Mais je ne peux pas, je n'ai jamais joué. Et puis je ne suis pas libre.- Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?- Je joue du piano le soir dans un cabaret.- Et bien, pas de problème. La pièce se joue en matinée. Tu ne perdras pas ton cachet.Si on compte la mère et la femme de Louis de Funès, sept personnes assistent cet après-midi là à la représentation de L'amant de paille, à la salle Pleyel. Parmi elles, se trouve la directrice du théâtre de la Gaîté Montparnasse qui, conquise, lui propose de jouer dans la prochaine pièce du même auteur. A trente ans et de manière inattendue, Louis de Funès devient acteur. Daniel Gélin et lui ne se quittent plus. Daniel et son épouse, Danièle Delorme, étant devenus célèbres, ils pistonnent leur ami Louis sur tous les tournages, des figurations et petits rôles, un demi-jour, deux jours tout au plus, mais ça va arrondir tes fins de mois. Il faudra, vous le savez sans doute, attendre 1964 avant que le succès ne lui tombe dessus au cinéma. Pendant cette longue période de sa vie, Louis de Funès aura été le roi de la figuration et du petit rôle dans plus de cent films. Il y aura eu certes quelques rôles secondaires marquants, des rôles principaux dans des petits films et un gros succès au théâtre de boulevard mais avant d'enchaîner en quelques semaines Le Gendarme de St Tropez, Fantômas et Le Corniaud, il ne s'est trouvé durant vingt ans personne pour voir en Louis de Funès l'incontestable tête d'affiche mondiale qu'il allait devenir.

Le 28 juillet 2014, on retrouve le corps de Bernadette Cogis devant la porte de sa villa des Issambres sur la Côte d'Azur. La veuve de 67 ans semble être tombée dans un piège, son assassin l'ayant attirée en dehors de chez elle pendant la nuit, avant de la poignarder de plusieurs coups de couteau. Très vite, les soupçons vont se porter sur son ancien amant.Un belle journée d'été ensoleillée s'annonce aux Issambres, quartier maritime de la commune de Roquebrune, située à une vingtaine de kilomètres de St Tropez. Il est 8h10 quand Maria Rodriguez sort de chez elle. Depuis quelques mois, elle occupe un petit studio attenant à l'une des villas cossues du quartier. La bâtisse, comme toutes les autres, est belle et luxueuse avec son jardin verdoyant et sa vue sur la Méditerranée. Elle appartient à son amie, Bernadette Cogis, qui lui a proposé de venir vivre avec elle pour l'aider à surmonter la solitude et le deuil de son mari, décédé un an plus tôt. Ayant un accès direct à la maison, Maria remarque ce matin-là quelque chose d'inhabituel.

En juillet 2014, dans une villa des Issambres, près de St-Tropez, on retrouve le corps de Bernadette Benaïm Cogis, 67 ans. Elle a été poignardée et quasi décapitée. Il apparait qu'elle était la maitresse de son jardinier, Hervé Robino, tout en étant amie avec sa femme.

En juillet 2014, dans une villa des Issambres, près de St-Tropez, on retrouve le corps de Bernadette Benaïm Cogis, 67 ans. Elle a été poignardée et quasi décapitée. Il apparait qu'elle était la maitresse de son jardinier, Hervé Robino, tout en étant amie avec sa femme.

En juillet 2014, dans une villa des Issambres, près de St-Tropez, on retrouve le corps de Bernadette Benaïm Cogis, 67 ans. Elle a été poignardée et quasi décapitée. Il apparait qu'elle était la maitresse de son jardinier, Hervé Robino, tout en étant amie avec sa femme.

Après 2022 en deux-deux, 2023 en trois-trois (?), le moment est venu de 2024 en quatre-quatre (ou en décapotable à St Tropez pour Baba). Comme chaque année, l'équipe de J+7 (en effectif réduit cette fois) s'empare des sujets qui l'ont marqué en cette année médiatique on ne peut plus riche voire INAttendue (bonjour clap clap le service public). Des JO à l'ARCOM, en passant par les ambitions de TF1, l'échec de DAZN ou encore cette tendance à la nostalgie qui persévère en des temps moroses. Avec pêle-mêle : Les accords Cruchot de Canal, #JaivuBrigitteBoucher, Catherine Laborde les sujets, Bitroscopie, le tournoi des M6 Nations, Paris 16ème, DAZoN ou encore Cache Cash Investigation (et bonne année.) Au sommaire : 00:00 - Introduction 04:53 - Retour sur nos prédictions 2024 09:02 - 2024, année Olympique 23:01 - L'année chargée de l'ARCOM 37:38 - Groupe Canal + : 40 ans, l'âge de la maturité ? 48:05 - Trop de nanani Hanouna ? 59:47 - Mais aussi… 1:02:28 - Instabilité politique et instabilité de l'audiovisuel public 1:13:28 - L'affaire Meurice 1:27:25 - Groupe M6, une année de bascule ? 1:38:20 - La nostalgie : une formule qui s'estompe ? (non) 1:51:26 - TF1, des stratégies gratuites mais payantes ? 2:04:13 - L'année mouvementée de BFMTV 2:11:42 - Ligue 1 et DAZN : But contre leur camp ? 2:20:47 - Internet vs médias traditionnels : round 2024 2:39:36 - Et du coup, 2025 ? Nos prédictions 2:47:26 - Conclu Articles évoqués dans l'épisode : plein (cf. toutes les fiches épisode de 2024), mais notamment : La Revue des Médias - Comment « Picsou Magazine » a négocié son « exclu » avec Victor Wembanyama ARCOM - Bilan de la diffusion audiovisuelle et numérique des Jeux Olympiques et Paralympiques de Paris 2024 Le Monde - L'Arcom a pris 52 sanctions contre les chaînes C8 et CNews en douze ans, dont 16 pendant la seule année 2024 Le Monde - Comment Europe 1 a caviardé les dérapages politiques de l'émission « On marche sur la tête » de Cyril Hanouna Youtube - Le Monde - Cyril Hanouna : enquête sur une propagande et ses dérapages France Inter - Réforme de l'audiovisuel public : l'économiste Julia Cagé et le député Quentin Bataillon débattent ici - “Star Academy”, “Le Bigdil”, “Le Juste Prix” : pourquoi les chaînes de télé ressuscitent-elles d'anciens programmes ? Mediapart - BFMTV au service de Sarkozy : les preuves d'une manipulation Mediapart - À BFMTV, Rodolphe Saadé se montre déjà très interventionniste SDJ BFM TV - Communiqué L'Equipe - Piratage : 55 % des téléspectateurs auraient regardé illégalement OM-PSG selon la LFP Youtube - MAXIME BIAGGI parle des SKIBIDIS et leur interférence pour ZEN (Panini Zen) Le Parisien - Affaire Vilebrequin : les coulisses du tournage chaotique de « Top Gear France » animé par les youtubeurs Rejoignez le Discord d'Alex Arbey, suivez @jplussept sur X/Twitter et sur Instagram ou @jplus7.fr sur Bluesky Laissez-nous vos avis sur ce que vous avez vous aussi vu & entendu tout au long de la semaine sur repondeur.jplus7.fr Une émission animée par Alex Arbey, en direct sur Twitch tous les lundi à 20h35 : twitch.tv/alexarbey

En décembre 2012, une équipe de trafiquants de drogue française parvient sans encombre à faire atterrir, sur l'aéroport de St-Tropez, un jet privé transportant 300 kg de cocaïne en provenance de St-Domingue. Quelques mois plus tard, ils décident de retenter le coup, avec cette fois, une cargaison de 700 kg.

En décembre 2012, une équipe de trafiquants de drogue française parvient sans encombre à faire atterrir, sur l'aéroport de St-Tropez, un jet privé transportant 300 kg de cocaïne en provenance de St-Domingue. Quelques mois plus tard, ils décident de retenter le coup, avec cette fois, une cargaison de 700 kg.

En décembre 2012, une équipe de trafiquants de drogue française parvient sans encombre à faire atterrir, sur l'aéroport de St-Tropez, un jet privé transportant 300 kg de cocaïne en provenance de St-Domingue. Quelques mois plus tard, ils décident de retenter le coup, avec cette fois, une cargaison de 700 kg.

Chaque été, Chantal Ladesou organise la pétanque de Saint-Tropez dont elle est la présidente ! Une lourde responsabilité et un évènement qui ramène parfois quelques curieux... Retrouvez tous les jours le meilleur des Grosses Têtes en podcast sur RTL.fr et l'application RTL.

In this exciting episode of An Eventful Life, we dive into the world of international events and music with Claire Elliott, one of the most sought-after DJs on the global stage. With over 15 years of experience, Claire has built an extraordinary career, performing at luxury events and high-profile parties across the US, UK, Ibiza, St Tropez, Bali, and beyond. She's entertained A-listers like Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, and Chris Hemsworth, while working with iconic brands such as Chanel, Burberry, Porsche, and L'Oréal.Claire shares her inspiring journey from starting as a teenage DJ in Tasmania to becoming a world-renowned name in the event and entertainment industry. Discover how she adapts her unique sound to suit every event—from luxury weddings, high end private parties to exclusive clubs—and what it takes to stay at the top of her game in a constantly evolving industry. We also delve into behind-the-scenes stories, her favorite music genres, and what it's like to perform for celebrities and international audiences.If you're passionate about events, music, or the art of being a successful DJ, this episode is packed with insights and inspiration. Don't miss Claire Elliott's journey, her tips for success, and her predictions for the future of the event entertainment industry!#AnEventfulLife #ClaraFable #Podcast #Events #entertainment #performance #DJ #music #eventprofsFollow us on:Instagram: @aneventfullifepodcastYouTube: @AnEventfulLifePodcastAn Eventful Life is proudly brought you by our partners:AIME 2025 Asia's largest Event Industry Event.10-12 February 2025, Melbourne. Get your tickets now!Brad CocksBlu Event Productions Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Le 12 décembre, lors du fameux arbre de Noël à l'Élysée, la brigade des Gendarmes de St Tropez assurait la surveillance, mais rien ne se déroulait comme prévu... Tous les jours, retrouvez le meilleur de Laurent Gerra en podcast sur RTL.fr, l'application et toutes vos plateformes préférées.

Bienvenue dans A la folie, pas du tout ! Tout au long de 4 épisodes, découvrez la tragique histoire d'amour entre la Princesse Diana et le milliardaire Dodi Al-Fayed. Une romance sous surveillance qui s'achèvera de manière dramatique dans un crash mortel en plein Paris. Summer crush en Méditerranée Juillet 1997. Après des années de pression médiatique et de batailles avec la famille royale, Diana est enfin divorcée du Prince Charles. La princesse savoure sa nouvelle liberté sur la côte sud de la France, à St Tropez. C'est là, accompagnée de ses deux fils, qu'elle est invitée à passer une partie de ses vacances, par son ami Mohamed Al-Fayed. Et sur son yacht, elle croise pour la première fois Dodi Al-Fayed, l'héritier d'une des plus grandes fortunes du monde. Ecoutez la saison précédente : Miley Cyrus et Liam Hemsworth : une relation en mode on/off Un podcast Bababam Originals Production et diffusion : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Réécoutez FG mix invite l'hôtel de Paris à St-Tropez avec Hestia du lundi 16 décembre 2024

Voici une histoire que j'espérais depuis longtemps me voir confier, celle du chef Arnaud Donckele.Mais jusqu'à lors on a eu du mal à se trouver car vous le savez sûrement, il a la particularité de diviser son temps pour résumer entre deux restaurants réunis sous la bannière Cheval Blanc. L'un se trouve à St Tropez, l'autre au premier étage de la Samaritaine, au cœur de Paris, là précisément où, en ce matin de novembre il m'a donné rendez-vous.Il est 9h45 quand j'installe les micros dans le petit salon. Dehors le ciel est chargé, le mercure frôle les 0 degrés, on sent que l'hiver va arriver et je me dis qu'on pourrait le passer ici, à regarder Paris.Juste au-dessus de la Seine. Au-dessus du va et vient des piétons, des files de voiture… Car non ce restaurant il n'as pas été installé au sommet, de l'immeuble, et ça en dit beaucoup... Il n'est pas déconnecté, il n'est pas clinquant et il sait saisir la ville. De ce point-là, on embrasse le pont qui conduit à l'île, les façades, les quais, on a pile la bonne hauteur pour saisir la poésie, pour en être sans s'y perdre…Vous allez découvrir le portrait d'un homme qui n'aime rien moins justement que la satisfaction d'être au sommet. Comme quoi on peut rester soi, à la bonne hauteur, alors que sur le papier, du guide rouge notamment on fait partie des plus grands…Vous allez découvrir l'histoire d'un chef qui porte aujourd'hui six étoiles entre deux restaurants. De celui qui a cueilli les trois dernières d'un coup et en quelques mois seulement. D'un homme qui place l'humain au centre de tout et fait du cœur celui de son attention, voici l'histoire d'Arnaud Donckele.PROD : NOLAJournaliste - Réalisateur : David OrdonoCo-réalisation : Nathan CohenPour découvrir la Vague d'Or, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Saint Tropez c'est ici !Pour découvrir Plénitude, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Paris, c'est là !

En juillet 2014, dans une villa des Issambres, près de St-Tropez, on retrouve le corps de Bernadette Benaïm Cogis, 67 ans. Elle a été poignardée et quasi décapitée. Il apparait qu'elle était la maitresse de son jardinier, Hervé Robino, tout en étant amie avec sa femme.

Voici une histoire que j'espérais depuis longtemps me voir confier, celle du chef Arnaud Donckele.Mais jusqu'à lors on a eu du mal à se trouver car vous le savez sûrement, il a la particularité de diviser son temps pour résumer entre deux restaurants réunis sous la bannière Cheval Blanc. L'un se trouve à St Tropez, l'autre au premier étage de la Samaritaine, au cœur de Paris, là précisément où, en ce matin de novembre il m'a donné rendez-vous.Il est 9h45 quand j'installe les micros dans le petit salon. Dehors le ciel est chargé, le mercure frôle les 0 degrés, on sent que l'hiver va arriver et je me dis qu'on pourrait le passer ici, à regarder Paris.Juste au-dessus de la Seine. Au-dessus du va et vient des piétons, des files de voiture… Car non ce restaurant il n'as pas été installé au sommet, de l'immeuble, et ça en dit beaucoup... Il n'est pas déconnecté, il n'est pas clinquant et il sait saisir la ville. De ce point-là, on embrasse le pont qui conduit à l'île, les façades, les quais, on a pile la bonne hauteur pour saisir la poésie, pour en être sans s'y perdre…Vous allez découvrir le portrait d'un homme qui n'aime rien moins justement que la satisfaction d'être au sommet. Comme quoi on peut rester soi, à la bonne hauteur, alors que sur le papier, du guide rouge notamment on fait partie des plus grands…Vous allez découvrir l'histoire d'un chef qui porte aujourd'hui six étoiles entre deux restaurants. De celui qui a cueilli les trois dernières d'un coup et en quelques mois seulement. D'un homme qui place l'humain au centre de tout et fait du cœur celui de son attention, voici l'histoire d'Arnaud Donckele.PROD : NOLAJournaliste - Réalisateur : David OrdonoCo-réalisation : Nathan CohenPour découvrir la Vague d'Or, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Saint Tropez c'est ici !Pour découvrir Plénitude, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Paris, c'est là !

Voici une histoire que j'espérais depuis longtemps me voir confier, celle du chef Arnaud Donckele.Mais jusqu'à lors on a eu du mal à se trouver car vous le savez sûrement, il a la particularité de diviser son temps pour résumer entre deux restaurants réunis sous la bannière Cheval Blanc. L'un se trouve à St Tropez, l'autre au premier étage de la Samaritaine, au cœur de Paris, là précisément où, en ce matin de novembre il m'a donné rendez-vous.Il est 9h45 quand j'installe les micros dans le petit salon. Dehors le ciel est chargé, le mercure frôle les 0 degrés, on sent que l'hiver va arriver et je me dis qu'on pourrait le passer ici, à regarder Paris.Juste au-dessus de la Seine. Au-dessus du va et vient des piétons, des files de voiture… Car non ce restaurant il n'as pas été installé au sommet, de l'immeuble, et ça en dit beaucoup... Il n'est pas déconnecté, il n'est pas clinquant et il sait saisir la ville. De ce point-là, on embrasse le pont qui conduit à l'île, les façades, les quais, on a pile la bonne hauteur pour saisir la poésie, pour en être sans s'y perdre…Vous allez découvrir le portrait d'un homme qui n'aime rien moins justement que la satisfaction d'être au sommet. Comme quoi on peut rester soi, à la bonne hauteur, alors que sur le papier, du guide rouge notamment on fait partie des plus grands…Vous allez découvrir l'histoire d'un chef qui porte aujourd'hui six étoiles entre deux restaurants. De celui qui a cueilli les trois dernières d'un coup et en quelques mois seulement. D'un homme qui place l'humain au centre de tout et fait du cœur celui de son attention, voici l'histoire d'Arnaud Donckele.PROD : NOLAJournaliste - Réalisateur : David OrdonoCo-réalisation : Nathan CohenPour découvrir la Vague d'Or, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Saint Tropez c'est ici !Pour découvrir Plénitude, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Paris, c'est là !

Voici une histoire que j'espérais depuis longtemps me voir confier, celle du chef Arnaud Donckele.Mais jusqu'à lors on a eu du mal à se trouver car vous le savez sûrement, il a la particularité de diviser son temps pour résumer entre deux restaurants réunis sous la bannière Cheval Blanc. L'un se trouve à St Tropez, l'autre au premier étage de la Samaritaine, au cœur de Paris, là précisément où, en ce matin de novembre il m'a donné rendez-vous.Il est 9h45 quand j'installe les micros dans le petit salon. Dehors le ciel est chargé, le mercure frôle les 0 degrés, on sent que l'hiver va arriver et je me dis qu'on pourrait le passer ici, à regarder Paris.Juste au-dessus de la Seine. Au-dessus du va et vient des piétons, des files de voiture… Car non ce restaurant il n'as pas été installé au sommet, de l'immeuble, et ça en dit beaucoup... Il n'est pas déconnecté, il n'est pas clinquant et il sait saisir la ville. De ce point-là, on embrasse le pont qui conduit à l'île, les façades, les quais, on a pile la bonne hauteur pour saisir la poésie, pour en être sans s'y perdre…Vous allez découvrir le portrait d'un homme qui n'aime rien moins justement que la satisfaction d'être au sommet. Comme quoi on peut rester soi, à la bonne hauteur, alors que sur le papier, du guide rouge notamment on fait partie des plus grands…Vous allez découvrir l'histoire d'un chef qui porte aujourd'hui six étoiles entre deux restaurants. De celui qui a cueilli les trois dernières d'un coup et en quelques mois seulement. D'un homme qui place l'humain au centre de tout et fait du cœur celui de son attention, voici l'histoire d'Arnaud Donckele.PROD : NOLAJournaliste - Réalisateur : David OrdonoCo-réalisation : Nathan CohenPour découvrir la Vague d'Or, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Saint Tropez c'est ici !Pour découvrir Plénitude, le restaurant d'Arnaud Donckele à Paris, c'est là !

Aquesta setmana al Males Vibracions ens fiquem salvatges. Rubén, Òscar i Andreu ens porten una selecció amb parada a Mèxic, Japó, EEUU i Itàlia. Abans tenim novetats, bastants i Agenda Vibradora, arranquem amb herois que realment ho són i acabem a St Tropez, de cap a la presó. Si es que només volem temps per a escoltar música... Llistat: The Last Internationale - Hero; Olana Liss - Tiempo; PW Warson - Right here, last night; The Hourlies - Off my Balance; Mad Daddy - Hot Chicks; Snarling Dogs - Overtime; Fantastic Negrito - Cold November Street; Dirty Sound Magnet - social media girl; Motossierras - Macarrone Boy; The Godfathers - If I only had time; Johnny O’Keefe & The Dee Jays - The Wild One; Los Monjes - Pobre niña; César Costa - El salvaje; 54 Nude Honeys - Wild Girl; Los Wilds - 3 weird sisters; Suzi Quatro - The Wild One; Peppino di Capri - St Tropez Twist.

Josh Lim: Founder of Arbelos MarketsIts officially Cnt Autumn -Sober October -lets go long everything- and cover my calls and puts on the margin in chocolate laxatives dipped in sticky ejaculation from the Sheik who likes Bitcoin. Baby I am back. Not from Token2049 Mars 2112, just from my Opium Buzz of procrastination and expensive porn.  Since I have come down, I realize I might not be as rich and thin as the first wave of Solana Ho's but fear not, I have a plan. How? With the new wave of AI pump and dump penny stocks and the impending launch of DeSci-ientology; mixed with a Tasteful Only Fans account where I am fullyish clothed in Groupon Chanel and shill De-Pin tokens whilst simultaneously allowing you to suck my toes. Alas, it is possible that by COIN's next earnings call I could indeed have scammed by way to the top and finance my way to St Tropez on my own accord and alimony. And so, I stand in a seething quiet desperation of becoming amongst the upper echelon of the web3 ladies society. I must social climb my way to digital wealth. As such I was able to secure a seat at a horrific Vegan Crypto Dinner posing as a Caitlin Long after hacking into Luma.  I quickly gathered what is happening in crypto, shockingly absolutely nothing, with remarkable dissatisfaction. Perhaps what is most depressing about my week is that I can no longer host a P Diddy White Party.  I did stop by Rikers and realized over tea with no Splenda despite my incessant strongly worded letters, that both Diddy and SBF share the same thesis that ETH is undervalued, and that Justin Timberlake left N SYNC an album too late. From Rikers to Glitter Ledger Headquarters. I was deeply humbled to have my First Real Trader Guest Josh Lim- looking fresh and Asian in Polo Ralph Lauren 2002 Wimbledon collection moisturized and ready to teach me how to short the VIX with fervor. We first met in 2009 at Token North Korea whilst clearing out the skincare markets fighting for the last Avacado Mask, a new line by Kim Jung Un and Cardano.  Josh Lim is SBF's way of giving back; because without SBF's megalomaniac crimes of astronomical proportions, Josh may still very well be plugging away at Genesis making exotic equity trades with half the X followers. Josh is what every parent ,Asian or not; hopes their child will become. He is a Digital Asset Celebrity; and instead of fading into oblivion, he used SBF's and Terra Luna's humiliation to create Arbelos Markets; a prop trading firm replete with a transparent little engine that could. I think I can trust crypto again. I interviewed Josh with the intention of learning how to turn my dwindling trustfund into a Hedging Machine of automatic trades but instead found a new best friend. He is not your typical Harvard Goldman Sachs Galaxy Genesis Entrepreneur Pseudo Articulate Intellectual type of Bro lacking depth and feelings; he is actually charismatic, funny and cool as hell.  He has such acute insight into understanding the crypto market trading world that it made me believe for only a second that this entire thing is not bullshit even if I keep losing money.  Josh you're a legend. 

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Back in the saddle and recapping the highlights of our joint trip to St. Tropez. Back in action and in our normal day to day routines now so naturally we are chatting about the transition from summer to fall.

Recapping the highlights of our joint trip to St. Tropez. Back in action and in our normal day to day routines now so naturally we are chatting about the transition from summer to fall.

Listen and learn from Joanna Jensen, the founder of Child's Farm!This multi-award-winning natural skincare brand was founded (like 99% of businesses born to female founders) from Joanna's own need for something that didn't exist in the category at the time: a bath time solution for her child with medically diagnosed eczema.Created in 2010, Childs Farm was the number-one brand in the category by 2019 (ahead of Johnson's Baby, Baby Dove, and Aveeno).Joanna scaled the business to £20 million and decided the time was right to source additional funding for growth, but instead sold to PZ Cussons, which owns brands Imperial Leather, St Tropez and Carex.She describes herself as a driven workaholic, but she is also a brilliant mentor and advocate of female founders and female-founded businesses. She is also an investor in some of the businesses we've had on the show, including Freya Bone Broth and Hunter and Gather (look for their episodes on the show page of your favourite podcast player)During their chat, Joanna gives us many of what Fiona calls "those £500k ‘aha' moments", including advice on margins, cash flow, when to hire and at what level, what to look for in your team, and more.Fiona's challenge - how do we all get to the point where we're clear that the solution we're offering doesn't exist out there? Then, we can enter any negotiation, whether with a buyer or an investor, and we feel just as confident as Joanna does.By the way, if you're listening to this on Spotify, you'll find a place where it says ASK A QUESTION! You can now ask Fiona a question, and she will be able to answer you. So, if you have any questions about this episode or anything you thought helpful, please let Fiona know!Useful links:Childs Farm websiteChilds Farm InstagramChilds Farm FacebookEIS AssociationSeed Enterprise Investment SchemeStop It by comedian Bob NewhartIf this episode inspires you to think about new ways to drive business growth, don't forget to click FOLLOW or SUBSCRIBE on your favourite podcast app and leave a review!You won't want to miss the next episode, in which Fiona Fitz talks with another successful founder of a challenger brand who shares more valuable insights into driving growth. Plus, your small gesture will be truly appreciated.Please don't hesitate to join our Brand Growth Heroes community to stay updated with captivating stories and learnings from your beloved brands on their path to success!Follow us across our socials: Brand Growth Heroes on LinkedIn, Facebook, Instagram and X.Sign up for the latest news and information on the Brand Growth Heroes Accelerator Programme here.Thanks to my Sound Engineer, Gyp Buggane, Ballagroove.com and podcast producer/content creator, Kathryn Watts, Social KEWS.

Dans sa lutte contre le terrorisme, Gérard Collomb, le ministre de l'Intérieur en exercice le 1er septembre 2017, comptait sur toutes les forces de la police et de la gendarmerie... Tous les jours, retrouvez en podcast une archive des meilleures imitations de Laurent Gerra.

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New Sode. Good Evening my fellow Monad Mermaids Bera Baddies Solana Sirens and desperate losers. Bitcoin is up, its MAGA Country I'm waxed Everywhere and Alexis Bellino is back on RealHousewives. Exhale. Alas, as I vlog from Club 55 in St Tropez contemplating my vapid alcoholic yet philanthropic existence, I find myself blessed with the presence of the Urbit Guys.  Urbit- a cult like organization formed for the purpose of creating a new internet everyone asked for and no one needs. After all, the internet is solely for Instagram likes and emails to my attorney/therapist.  btw Fuck your hourly Bill unless you accept Injective. In my quest to find moronic things to do with my alimony besides short dydx perps and surf the net a porter sale; I stumbled upon Urbit during an advert whilst watching extremely expensive porn.  My criteria for becoming financially and emotionally involved in a project or person is that I do not understand it at all, that it is extremely broken unavailable, solves no problems and has terrible reviews.  Urbit. A personal computer built from scratch you say, this sounds like a scheme the liberal media elite could use to front run their own agenda and further corrupt our crippled youth. What I have seen from my own digital world is that it is comprised of moronic plebians so the need to create my own remains lost, but I'm intrigued. I have had the pleasure of running into an Urbit guy or two throughout my impossibly interesting lifetime on the crypto junkie conference circuit; each one has a rather dramatic story to tell ranging from nearly plunging to his death with the late John John and CBK before narrowly escaping the plane to another claiming he used to get handjobs from Casey Anthony. Lucy, I am home. Ipso facto, my two guests are the devastatingly powerful Gary Liberman and his model associate programmer Will Hanlen. I met them in El Salvador during a yearly pilgrimage to pay homage to Bitcoin's first legal country and to get an enema. It occurred to me I was ready to join a new cult with beautiful men that has something to with Ethereum and Astrology where I would not have to do work. Will was a previous model in Asia and is now engaged in a torrid tinder love triangle with my cousin so he is basically family as soon as I review the financial prenup terms on Urbit. His contributions to Urbit are so profound I don't even know them but they result in his living in Missouri; indicating his rocketship success of a modeling career turned Urbit coder. And Gary. Gary is the polarizing man of our time who's sheer brilliance is recognized by the type of truck driver who reads Finnegan's Wake on a smoke break and the Connecticut Mom on Valium who counts down the hours to Whispering Angel Hour and gets off to Ulta beaty sales. Gary has the unique ability to be so offensive at a dinner party he can cause more than two people abruptly get up and complain to HR immediately, yet simultaneously cause the  dinner party guests on his right to wonder why he has not assumed higher office. It was a pleasure to talk about Urbit. I still have no idea what it is. I am all in.  

Du lundi au vendredi, retrouvez en podcast la chronique de Laurent Gerra sur l'antenne de RTL, il y a 10 ans. Le 3 juillet 2014, Laurent Gerra imitait notamment Les gendarmes de St Tropez, Benoit XVI, Jacques Chirac et Didier Deschamps.

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Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Summer of '65: Part 2 A more enjoyable way to study sex ed. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough. On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking. We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers. Jenna was naked! She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip. “I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place. “Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question. I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech. “Never mind it was only my breast.” Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then. “Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!” “I'm OK thanks.” “Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing. I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection. “Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool. Surfacing at the far end she called. “You just have to try this. "It's the most invigorating experience ever! "If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in. "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough. "Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!” “Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive. I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out. “Race you!” We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water. “Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!” I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over. It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination. Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping. “Come on then!” “I think I'll stay in for a while.” “Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!” “I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.” “You're not going to ravish me, are you?” “Of course not.” “Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.” She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well. We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said. “If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.” I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe. I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away. I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks. I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment. This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften. While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs. “Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again. My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting. “Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed. “Even slower. "Even gentler. "Yes. "Just like that.” Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees. Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.” “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.” We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly. To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly! “Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off. Paula's words hit home hard. “I don't want to be aunty Paula.” I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day. What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think! Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to. What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if? I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment. I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop. “You know so and so's lad?” “Yea, him.” “Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.” “No! I wonder where he plans to use them.” “Well there's not much option down his way.” “You mean 'her'?” “Well, who else?” “She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.” The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere. As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand. We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said. “Can I help you?” Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others. OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask. I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till. “Yes, can I help?” Arggggg the agony of it! “A packet of featherlight please!” She turned round to 'that' shelf and said. “Three or twelve?” Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking. “Mmm three please.” She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first? Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated? The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins. We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much. “When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with. “September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met. It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection. My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence. “Paula's right you know. "We must be careful. "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first. "But we can't unless…” “Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space. “Yes, until then.” I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce. “I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure. We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. “Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.” “Next time.” I repeated. We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear. I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions. Tear open the foil packet. Check the condom has the ridge on the outside. Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen. Roll it on to the penis. After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis. Discard the used condom. When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on. So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure. I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result. I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep. Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case. We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on. Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace. There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties. I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies. I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven. My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven. As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster. Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex. “Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace. Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax.. Then I felt it start. Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before. We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex. I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven. She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love. By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Hi Guys, welcome back to TV Reload. Thank you for clicking or downloading on today's episode with three of the hardest working TV presenters in Australia. We have Jonathan Lapalia, Beau Ryan and Blair Joscelyne and we will be unpacking the new Top Gear Australia season. Now available on Paramount +. (I have to say I don't normally have three people on the pod at once and these guys were pretty wild but I do my best to make sure you can still get to hear them all as clearly as I could.) The eight-part series sees Blair, Beau and JLP hitting the road in Australia, and in also places that aren't Australia.  Highlights include the trio testing out the very expensive various cars an Italian road trip, tackling a coffee run across the Colombian jungle, racing the new Lotus from Monaco to St Tropez against a very expensive boat, and taking on the wintery Alps. This show is not just about cars and I have to say this a very fresh take on the popular series that has been made countless times all over the world.  I will talk about the first three Top Gear Australian series and find out of the boys had watched them to get some tips. We will unpack the danger of this series, why they mostly dress themselves and if they all had to audition for their roles. Beau and JLP will talk about their other shows (Australian Survivor and Amazing Race) soon to go into production and what we know has been planned? You will find out what they really think of each other and if they had ever met before filming the show. There is so much to unpack with the boys. So sit back and relax as we unpack the world of Top Gear Australia!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Growing up, Whitney Westwood's family retreats to their home in the South of France not only offered her a picturesque backdrop but also shaped her essence of style and comfort, marked in part by the omnipresence of linen. From an early age, Whitney was steeped in a culture of travel, design, and the art of living well, walking through the cobblestone streets of Southern Europe and basking in the atmosphere and people of Cannes and St Tropez.It was this lifestyle—marked by its effortless elegance and joie de vivre—that inspired Whitney to launch her own lifestyle brand, Whitney Linen. Using the relaxed yet chic vibe of the Cote D'Azur as her muse, Whitney designed a collection that captures the spirit of the Riviera: casual, stylish, and deeply woven into the fabric of everyday luxury. Linen, the cornerstone of her brand, is more than just a material—it's a reminder of her sun-soaked, joyful summers and a symbol of timeless, seasonless style.In this week's episode, Whitney joins us to discuss how her scenic childhood and international modelling career for designers like Jean Paul Gaultier and Calvin Klein influenced her entrepreneurial journey. She'll share insights into how she captured the essence of Riviera elegance to build a brand that transcends traditional fashion seasons, making linen an everyday luxury — a stark contrast to fast fashion's influence on global shopping patterns. Plus, Whitney reveals how embracing the lifestyle of gracious living can inspire creativity and timeless style in all aspects of life. Join us as we explore how Whitney Linen is weaving the fabric of a well-lived life, one elegant piece at a time.This season of our podcast is brought to you by TD Canada Women in Enterprise. TD is proud to support women entrepreneurs and help them achieve success and growth through its program of educational workshops, financing and mentorship opportunities! Please find out how you can benefit from their support! Visit: TBIF: thebrandisfemale.com // TD Women in Enterprise: td.com/ca/en/business-banking/small-business/women-in-business // Follow us on Instagram: instagram.com/thebrandisfemale

Check out this course ⁠⁠https://corporateladderdecoded.com/aff/6/⁠ to accelerate your career and unlock your earning potential - full transparency: purchasing the course supports us, at no extra cost to you. Michelle Feeney knows what it takes to build a cult beauty brand. She launched Creme de la Mer, led MAC to become the world's biggest make-up brand and was the CEO of St Tropez. She took time off in her 50s only to launch a brand new fragrance brand - Floral Street. If you've dominated your industry, but feel like you've got some enterprising left in you, then tune in! Timestamps: 00:00 - Trailer and Introduction 05:01 - What Was it Like Working with Private Equity? 09:28 - Building a Good Core Team 13:29 - The Estée Lauder Days 17:32 - Early Days of MAC 23:35 - How Floral Street Came About 25:06 - Taking Time Off at 50 28:58 - Entrepreneurship vs. Employment 30:07 - Leading Through Uncertainty: Covid and 9/11 38:16 - What Else Did You Learn About Yourself? 40:50 - How the Younger Generation Approaches Work 43:24 - Do Young People Not Know How to Work Hard? 51:10 - Are Schools Entirely Responsible for Teaching Our Kids? 59:04 - Advice You Would Give Your Younger Self 01:01:10 - What's Next for Floral Street Perfume? Michelle started her beauty career in New York, where she was headhunted by Estée Lauder. She was soon promoted to Vice President, Global Communications of MAC Cosmetics following their acquisition by Estée Lauder. Her work at MAC, primarily the legendary MAC AIDS Fund and Viva Glam initiatives, led it to become the global brand it is today. After moving back to the UK, Michelle became CEO of St Tropez. After taking a year-long sabbatical, Michelle founded Floral Street in 2017, an independent, British brand committed to eco-responsibility. It is vegan and cruelty-free, and comes in planet-positive packaging. *** Love Anatomy of a Leader? Help us grow! Check us out on Fountain: https://fountain.fm/show/ba3uVmwxVRvOXgEzBs4e Michelle Feeney: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/michelle-feeney-838200b6/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/michelle_feeney_/?hl=en-gb X: https://twitter.com/floralstreet_?lang=en Website: https://floralstreet.com/ Maria Hvorostovsky: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/mariahvo/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mycareerwithmaria/?img_index=1 TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@maria_hvo X: https://twitter.com/mhvorostovsky HVO Search: https://www.hvosearch.com Podcast filmed, edited and produced by: https://www.londonbeautyphotographer.com Need help HIRING – http://www.hirewithmaria.com LEAVE A REVIEW: If you're listening on Apple Podcasts make sure to Follow, Rate, and leave a REVIEW.

1️⃣ Présentation de l'invité : Il est directeur de la restauration de l'hôtel Lou Pinet, un établissement cinq étoiles saisonnier à St Tropez. Je l'interviewe au moment de l'ouverture de l'hôtel pour la saison. Bonjour, Simon Prudon. 2️⃣ Notes et références : SKEMA Campus Lille - Ecole de commerce École Ferrière Maisons Pariente Christophe Lavaud - Ancien directeur du Coucou à Méribel L'épisode avec Laurent Branover Paul Rivet - Directeur de la restauration au Fairmont Royal Palm Marrakech Les livres 1984 - George Orwell L'art de la victoire - Autobiographie du fondateur de NIKE - Phil Knight 3️⃣ Pour contacter l'invité : À l'hôtel Lou Pinet, à St Tropez, l'été Au Coucou, à Méribel, l'hiver Si cet épisode vous a autant passionné que moi, rejoignez-moi sur : la newsletter d'Hospitality Insiders, chaque dimanche ; mon profil Linkedin, pour poursuivre la discussion ; ou sur Instagram, pour découvrir les coulisses des enregistrements. Merci pour votre fidélité et à bientôt !

Finally after 12 years of litigation and delays, defendant Mark Steyn takes the stand in the most important free speech trial in over half a century. Steyn is being sued by climate scientist and activist Michael Mann for criticizing his hockey stick graph and the investigation into Mann's alleged scientific malfeasance. Now Mann has a chance to question Steyn. But has he chosen the wrong opponent? Hear Michael Mann's explanation of why he falsely claimed to have won a Nobel prize. And hear Mark Steyn's response. Listen to the incredible details about Michael Mann's previous lawsuits and how they ended in tragedy. And hear Mark Steyn refuse to reveal the name of a journalistic source who leaked the “Climate Gate” emails revealing the alleged rot at the heart of climate science. This is a true courtroom drama with genuine twists and turns. The evidence takes you on a journey from the nude beaches of St Tropez, France to the photocopying room in the headquarters of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change.  Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a rating and review.

Welcome back to another exciting episode of The Course Creator Show, where your host, Gemma Bonum Carter, takes you on a journey through her life-changing move to France. In this special update episode, Gemma shares the joys, challenges, and unforgettable experiences of her first three months living abroad.In this episode, you'll hear about:-Embracing Travel and Experience: Gemma talks about her family's weekend escapades to stunning locations like St Tropez, Cassis, Arles, and more. Learn how they're making the most of every moment, from exploring the Mediterranean to trips to Italy and Switzerland.-Finding the Perfect Spot: Discover why Gemma loves her chosen city in the south of France. From the beautiful surroundings to the wonderful weather, and the perfect apartment that has become their new home.-Temporary Living vs. Permanent Moving: Gemma reflects on how being in France temporarily has helped them fully enjoy their experience without feeling homesick, a contrast to what it might have been like if they moved permanently.-Kids Adapting Like Rockstars: Hear heartwarming stories of her kids finding their footing in school, making jokes in French, becoming popular among peers, and her daughter's new role as class president.-The Language Learning Curve: The journey of learning French, the challenges of expressing personality in a new language, and some funny anecdotes along the way.-Connecting with Expats: How social media platforms like Facebook and Instagram have been instrumental in meeting new people in a foreign land.-Looking Forward to French Traditions: Gemma shares her excitement for the upcoming holiday season in France and their travel plans to Malta.Join Gemma for this intimate and uplifting episode as she shares the highs and lows of her French adventure. Whether you're a traveler at heart, a language enthusiast, or someone who dreams of living abroad, this episode is filled with insights, laughter, and tips on making the most of life's big changes.Tune in now to get a taste of Gemma's French adventure and be inspired to chase your own dreams, no matter where they might take you!Don't forget to follow us on your favorite podcast platform and join us next time for more insights and stories on The Course Creator Show. À bientôt!---Want more? Check out our popular programs: https://gemmabonhamcarter.com/programsFree Training: Turn your expertise into an online course: https://learn.gemmabonhamcarter.com/class/---Remember, you can tune in to The Course Creator Show on all major podcast platforms, including Spotify and Apple Podcasts. If you enjoy the episode, I would appreciate it if you could leave a review and share it with your friends.Thanks for your support, and I can't wait for you to listen!---Subscribe to the podcast so you never miss an episode: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-course-creator-show/id1470482672Are you on my email list? It's where I send out my best content, stories, freebies, and business-building advice. Get on the list here: https://learn.gemmabonhamcarter.com/list/ Support the show by leaving a rating/review, sharing it on Instagram, or sending it to your biz bestie. Thanks! Support the show

As Princess Diana and the boys set off for St Tropez for a holiday courtesy of Mohamed Al Fayed, Prince Charles plans a glittering fiftieth birthday party at Highgrove that he hopes the Queen will attend. Fayed, too, is in strategizing mode. Unbeknownst to Diana, he hopes to engineer a romance between the Princess and his son, Dodi. But with a small complication: Dodi himself is already engaged to someone else.   In the opening episode of the series, Edith Bowman speaks with Writer and Creator Peter Morgan, Director Alex Gabassi, Head of Research Annie Sulzberger, and talks with the actor portraying the final iteration of Queen Elizabeth, Imelda Staunton.    The Crown: The Official Podcast is produced by Netflix and Sony Music Entertainment, in association with Left Bank Pictures.    Host: Edith Bowman Guests: Peter Morgan, Alex Gabassi, Annie Sulzberger, Imelda Staunton 

En décembre 2012, une équipe de trafiquants de drogue française, parvient sans encombre à faire atterrir sur l'aéroport de St-Tropez, un jet privé transportant 300 kg de cocaïne en provenance de St-Domingue. Quelques mois plus tard, ils décident de retenter le coup, avec cette fois, une cargaison de 700 kg.

En décembre 2012, une équipe de trafiquants de drogue française, parvient sans encombre à faire atterrir sur l'aéroport de St-Tropez, un jet privé transportant 300 kg de cocaïne en provenance de St-Domingue. Quelques mois plus tard, ils décident de retenter le coup, avec cette fois, une cargaison de 700 kg.

Surviving a break-in is like being catapulted into an action movie you never auditioned for. In that moment, time seems to stand still as you navigate a maze of emotions - fear, shock, and a newfound appreciation for every breath you take. It's like a wake-up call that shakes you to your core, reminding you of the fragility of life and the resilience that resides within you. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, surviving that harrowing experience empowers you like nothing else.Today, Violetta is going to share what transpired during her recent trip to St. Tropez. The energy is electric as she tries her best to get close to her newfound friends and then realizing that despite the initial connections, something feels off. From worse to worst, the house she had been staying with the group had been robbed! The realization hits like a tidal wave - the house had been robbed. But amidst the trauma and the missing personal belongings, there's a glimmer of gratitude. She's safe, unharmed, and reminded of the irreplaceable value of life.St. Tropez may have thrown unexpected twists her way, but she's determined to let this experience shape her into a woman who cherishes every moment, holds onto what truly matters, and never takes her safety and well-being for granted.If you want to be featured on the next episode, send an email to press@daddyissuesla.com or call Violetta at 424-278-4268 and leave an anonymous voicemail!Advertise with Almost Adulting at Gumball.fm ZOCDOC - Find your local doctor by visiting www.zocdoc.com/adulting What to Listen For:00:00 Intro02:19 The seven of swords from the tarot card04:49 Meeting new girlies in St. Tropez05:35 And the gossip started08:40 She dropped her glass on my foot11:53 The girls I partied with last night think I hate them15:24 No one has power over you, except yourself17:50 The more I wanted to hang out with the girls, the more I was told to stay away from them19:01 I walked into the house, the alarm didn't go off21:14 We found out there were two break-ins in the house24:54 No one asked if I was okay and I thought I didn't get robbed29:29 I finally realized that I was robbed33:23 I learned a lot about myself during the St. Tropez trip Get more content on:https://www.instagram.com/almostadulting/https://www.instagram.com/violetbenson/https://www.instagram.com/daddyissues_/https://www.youtube.com/c/daddyissuesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.