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Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

In this reflective and refreshingly honest episode of Quick Book Reviews, Philippa is joined by well-known book influencer and paramedic Jules Swain for a conversation that goes far beyond algorithms, star ratings, and reading targets.What begins as a discussion about social media platforms — from X and Instagram to BookTok — quickly becomes a deeper exploration of burnout, pressure, and reclaiming reading as a joy rather than a performance.Together, Philippa and Jules talk about:Stepping back from social media and why it can be healthyThe pressure to post, review, and read “enough” booksWhy it's okay to DNF a book — and stop feeling guiltyStar ratings, negative reviews, and whether every book needs an opinionBookTok hype, genre oversaturation, and discovering fantasy unexpectedlyPhysical books vs e-readers vs audiobooksBuilding real-life book communities and local book clubsReading as escapism after emotionally demanding workJules also shares her most-loved books, her perfect reading day, thoughts on Goodreads vs StoryGraph, and settles the all-important biscuit debate (custard creams, for the record).A calming, thoughtful episode for anyone who has ever felt overwhelmed by bookish noise — and a reminder that reading is allowed to be slow, personal, and joyful.Follow Quick Book Reviews for book recommendations, author interviews, and weekly podcast episodes.

In this episode, we perceive the communication of a hidden message, as portrayed in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 180, penned by Karuvoor Kannampaalanaar. The verse is situated amidst the sand dunes and flower orchards of the ‘Neythal’ or ‘Coastal landscape’ and narrates an incident and its consequences. நகை நனி உடைத்தால் தோழி! தகை மிககோதை ஆயமொடு குவவு மணல் ஏறி,வீ ததை கானல் வண்டல் அயர,கதழ் பரித் திண் தேர் கடைஇ வந்து,தண் கயத்து அமன்ற ஒண் பூங் குவளைஅரும்பு அலைத்து இயற்றிய சுரும்பு ஆர் கண்ணிபின்னுப் புறம் தாழக் கொன்னே சூட்டி,நல் வரல் இள முலை நோக்கி, நெடிது நினைந்து,நில்லாது பெயர்ந்தனன், ஒருவன்; அதற்கேபுலவு நாறு இருங் கழி துழைஇ, பல உடன்புள் இறை கொண்ட முள்ளுடை நெடுந் தோட்டுத்தாழை மணந்து ஞாழலொடு கெழீஇ,படப்பை நின்ற முடத் தாட் புன்னைப்பொன் நேர் நுண் தாது நோக்கி,என்னும் நோக்கும், இவ் அழுங்கல் ஊரே. In this little trip to the seashore, we get to hear the lady say these words to her confidante, pretending not to notice the man listening nearby, but making sure he’s in earshot: “It makes me laugh out aloud, my friend! Along with my esteemed playmates, clad in garlands, I had climbed on a sand dune, and then was relaxing by building sand houses in that flower-filled orchard. Just then, a speeding, sturdy chariot stopped there. Stepping down, bringing a bee-buzzing head garland, tied tightly with buds of shining blue-lilies that had been blooming in a cool pond, a man tied it to the tresses hanging low on my back, without me seeking that. Then, he took a look at my uplifted, young bosom, stood there thinking for a long time and parted away without staying longer. After searching the flesh-reeking, dark backwaters, along with their flock, birds rest upon the spiny tall branches of the pandanus, fused with the tiger claw, standing next to the laurel-wood tree, with a curving stem, in our hamlet. Just for that unexpected moment with the man, this uproarious, slanderous town looks at me and looks at the gold-like pollen of the laurel wood tree alike!” Ready for a walk upon the pristine sands of an ancient shore? Here we go! The lady starts by remarking that something seemed ridiculously funny to her. Then she goes on to tell what that incident is, talking about how one day, she had been playing with her mates on the heaped sand in the fragrant orchards by the sea. At that time, a chariot that was whizzing by, stopped near them. A man stepped down, with a garland of blue lilies in his hand. Then, coming near the lady, he seemed to have tied it on her braids, hanging low on her back. The lady insists that she didn’t want that or ask for that. Then she talks about how the man had stood looking at her bosom, thought and sighed for a bit, and left without a word. This was all that happened, and the townsfolk are pointedly looking at me and the golden pollen of the laurel wood tree, the lady concludes. That seems like a puzzle to you, no doubt! What’s the connection between pollen and the lady and why should this make the lady laugh with exasperation? The answer lies in the association between the golden pallor spots that spread on a lady’s skin and the pollen of this tree. The lady must have got into a relationship with the man and was perhaps yearning for him when he was gone. This would result in the appearance of those spots, leading to gossip and slander in town, the lady implies. These words are said for the benefit of the man, listening nearby, to echo the troubles the lady’s facing and nudge him to seek her hand and put an end to this misery! If at all these ancient poets are to be believed, imagine what mental gymnastics those in love in that era had to go through to simply understand what was in the mind of the other! On the other hand, perhaps such contortions of the mind are something natural and needed for those in love, no matter where or when they live, with only the ‘why’ changing every time! 

The race is shaping up to be a bruising contest between Ward 4 Councilmember Janeese Lewis George and former At-Large Councilmember Kenyan McDuffie. And ranked choice voting is an unknown factor in the race.

In this first solo episode of the year, Katerina reflects on a year marked by growth and meaningful transformations—both personally and professionally. She shares honest insights into the expansion of her business in late 2025, the lessons learned through navigating a full workload, and the importance of tracking project timelines with intention. Katerina also opens up about experiencing personal loss and how it shaped the way she showed up in her work. With deep gratitude, she acknowledges the clients who offered understanding and support during a difficult season. Looking ahead, she introduces her word of the year for 2026: “luxurious fun.” It's a reminder that ambition and enjoyment can coexist—that building a business doesn't have to come at the expense of living fully. As she steps into this next chapter, Katerina shares her commitment to elevating the client experience and prioritizing quality over quantity. This episode is a heartfelt reflection on resilience, alignment, and building a business—and life—that feels expansive.   Mentioned:  Check out my website Liz Sydnor AWAD (Association of Women of Architecture and Design) events   Grab your copy of The Mindful Blueprint for Launching Your Architecture Firm  Use code honeycomb20 for 20% off! Support the podcast on Patreon! Subscribe to the From the Honeycomb newsletter! Meditate with Katerina on Insight Timer   Follow From the Honeycomb on Instagram! Podcast Audio edit by LadyToluu Soile  https://www.fiverr.com/users/bamisesoile/seller_dashboard. Intro music provided by kabgig / Pond5   By accessing this Podcast, I acknowledge that the entire contents are the property of Katerina Burianova, or used by Katerina Burianova with permission, and are protected under U.S. and international copyright and trademark laws. Except as otherwise provided herein, users of this Podcast may save and use information contained in the Podcast only for personal or other non-commercial, educational purposes. No other use, including, without limitation, reproduction, retransmission or editing, of this Podcast may be made without the prior written permission of the Katerina Burianova, which may be requested by contacting honeycombeeblog@gmail.com This podcast is for educational purposes only. The host claims no responsibility to any person or entity for any liability, loss, or damage caused or alleged to be caused directly or indirectly as a result of the use, application, or interpretation of the information presented herein.  

Stepping into the stunning Quinta de San Pedro Alejandrino in Santa Marta, Colombia, the final resting place of the man who reshaped an entire continent, we look at who Simón Bolívar really was. Known as "The Liberator," he didn't just lead the charge for independence across six nations; he ignited a revolutionary spark fueled by Enlightenment ideals and a bold vision for a unified "Gran Colombia." Beyond the battlefield, we're unpacking the high-stakes tug-of-war between the charismatic "strongman" government and the rule of law, a rivalry that nearly led to assassination and still vibrates through South American politics today. Join me as we walk through the halls where history was made and discover how these centuries-old debates are just as relevant in 2026 as they were in the 1830s.Watch the video version here: https://youtu.be/ckudSDCZbS4Read more at Finance Colombia: https://www.financecolombia.com/Subscribe to Finance Colombia for free: https://www.fcsubscribe.com/More about Loren Moss: https://lorenmoss.com/writeContact us: https://unidodigital.media/contact-unido-digital-llc/Read more at Finance Colombia: https://www.financecolombia.com/ Subscribe to Finance Colombia for free: https://www.fcsubscribe.com/ Read more at Cognitive Business News: https://cognitivebusiness.news/ The place for bilingual talent! https://empleobilingue.com/ More about Loren Moss: https://lorenmoss.com/write Contact us: https://unidodigital.media/contact-unido-digital-llc/

Stepping into getting your power back, is more than just talk, it's a journey. Here, sassiness meets soul to soul, heartbeat to heartbeat, cry to cry and from resistance to relentless - as you step into the power that's always been yours. Like sand through the hour glass and with each speck of sand falling, you are tuning into you, the person who got lost, entangled in messiness, but believed she had the potential to let go, move away in order to find herself again.May this episode inspire you and remind you that you are not alone. That you have and carry the power and possibility to choose. Love and Light,Salome JacobsInto The Garden & Team

What does it really take to scale an electrical business?In this episode of Torque Up, we sit down with Declan from DEC ELEC who built his company from a one man operation to a 22 man team in just six years.No fluff. No fake hype.We break down:• The 16 hour shifts at the start• When growth nearly broke him• Hiring his partner to systemise the business• Why tracking, structure and process are everything• Winning council and housing association contracts• The difference between turnover and profit• Doubling revenue year after year• Stepping off the tools and becoming a true business owner• Investing in coaching and personal growthIf you are an electrician thinking about scaling, this episode will change how you see your business.Sponsored by Chauvin Arnoux UK

Erica Dasher joins My Fame, Explained for a candid conversation about career evolution, creative ownership, and starring in Peacock's highly anticipated new series The Burbs.Best known as the breakout lead in Freeform's cult favorite Jane by Design, Erica has built a dynamic, multidisciplinary career spanning television, film, Broadway, writing, and directing.She stars in a pivotal role in Peacock's upcoming series The Burbs (premiering February 8), opposite Keke Palmer and Jack Whitehall, produced by Brian Grazer and Seth MacFarlane. Set in the iconic cul-de-sac from the original film, the series unfolds as a whodunit — with Erica's character driving the central mystery of season one.In this episode, we discuss:Stepping into an iconic franchise with The BurbsThe lasting legacy of Jane by DesignPerforming on Broadway in the Tony Award–winning LeopoldstadtHer upcoming film Tuesday, New YorkProducing the Netflix-acquired documentary Figures of SpeechWriting and directing her short film OuroborosBuilding a career both in front of and behind the cameraWe also talk about the importance of artistic community and the theater and creative think tanks discussed in the episode:The Fuse Theater Company: https://thefuseny.com/Public Assembly: https://publicassembly.us/Erica's journey is a powerful example of what it looks like to grow beyond a breakout role and take creative control across mediums.

Do you remember the day you put on your first pair of shoes? Or bought your child's first shoes? 

Host Dr. Tarryn McCarthy delivers a powerful reminder every high-achieving healthcare professional and woman in dentistry needs to hear. You are not broken, and your self-doubt is not the truth. She explains why even successful dentists and doctors struggle with negative self-talk, burnout, and the pressure to be perfect. Through real stories and clear insight, Dr. Tarryn challenges the inner voice that weakens confidence and limits your impact with patients, teams, and family.This episode will change how you see yourself and your success. If you are ready to protect your energy, strengthen your mindset, and lead with confidence, this is your reset. Drop the doubt. Own your worth. Lead from your power.Show notes:(2:51) Automatic negative thoughts explained(5:01) Success with hidden self-doubt(8:52) Where insecurity comes from(11:08) Impact on patients and leadership(13:40) Stress and fight-or-flight thinking(18:43) Awareness is the first step(20:18) Replacing negative self-talk(22:42) Stepping into your leadership power(24:22) Outro________________IMPORTANT LINKS:Connect with Dr. MacCarthy:Email: tarryn@drtarrynmaccarthy.comBook a call with Tarryn:https://api.leadconnectorhq.com/widget/bookings/happiness-and-prosperity-strategy-callUnlock your inner peace and reclaim joy in your profession with the Nervous System Regulation For Dentists Course: https://www.thebizofhappiness.com/calmPlease join my Facebook group, Business Of Happiness Hive, so we can all take this journey to find fulfillment and happiness together. Click here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2047152905700283Where to find me:Website: www.thebizofhappiness.comFacebook: facebook.com/thebusinessofhappinessIG: @thebizofhappinessIt would mean the world to me if you subscribe, leave a review, and share this podcast with your friends, co-workers, and families. This will help the trajectory of this podcast and allow others who are seeking true happiness to find the podcast.

Not everyone feels finished when their career ends, especially people who are wired to build.   This week, I'm joined by Randy Gage, an entrepreneur, author, and speaker who retired at 40 and realized he wasn't done creating. Stepping away from work didn't bring the sense of completion he expected, so he returned to building businesses, writing, and teaching. Not because he had to, but because he wasn't done.   That instinct to question what comes next started much earlier. At 15, Randy was sitting in a jail cell, facing the consequences of a life that had gone off track. That moment forced him to rethink his direction, and he's been asking those same questions about what comes next ever since.   We talked about: How a stint in jail at 15 forced Randy to rethink his life Why early beliefs shape how we think about money, relationships, and health What Randy learned after retiring at 40 (and why he went back to work) The difference between a finite game and a life built around purpose How Randy defines prosperity beyond money What it means to age with intention and resilience   Resources: https://www.randygage.com Breakthrough U   Randy on X Randy on LinkedIn  

Love is in the air goddesses! It's Valentine's week and everywhere you look, it's all about love and relationships.  But there's so many different ways to step into love and celebrate it.  Whether it be love with a partner, love with friends, with family, love with yourself... It's all important.  So I'm going to tell you how to step into love, and give you a great meditation to go with it.

Taking over a family machine shop is never just a business decision. It's personal. In this episode of Machine Shop Mastery, I sit down with Nubia Perez of Gretna Machine Shop to talk about what it really means to carry a founder's legacy forward while finding the courage to lead in your own way. Nubia shares the origin story of Gretna Machine Shop, founded by her father after immigrating to the U.S. with little more than a suitcase and a trade. What began in a small garage evolved into a respected Houston-based precision machining company serving oil and gas, aerospace, and defense. But the journey wasn't linear, and it wasn't easy. After her father's health declined and he passed away shortly after Nubia joined the business, she was left to navigate leadership without the long runway many second-generation owners get. For nearly a decade, she focused on administration, growth initiatives, and diversification, without fully stepping into the role of CEO. Those years, which she candidly refers to as "the dark years," revealed a hard truth: the business didn't just need management, it needed vision. This conversation explores Nubia's transformation from reluctant successor to confident leader. We talk about imposter syndrome, EOS, values-based leadership, mindful manufacturing, and how culture changes when the stress comes from the work instead of the people. It's an honest, human story about growth, grief, responsibility, and learning to lead as yourself — not as a replica of the generation before you. You will want to hear this episode if you are interested in... (0:00) Why separating people from problems changes how teams handle stress (0:55) Introducing Nubia Perez and Gretna Machine Shop (3:01) A snapshot of Gretna today, including industries served and ownership structure (3:53) Gretna's founding and the early days in Houston (6:43) Nubia's career outside manufacturing and resisting the family business (7:51) Joining the shop, starting an MBA, and losing her father months later (10:43) Why you should check out the SMW Autoblok catalog (11:58) Growing up around the shop and parental expectations (13:36) Learning to love manufacturing and seeing the shop as a place of opportunity (17:27) The "dark years" after taking over without clear leadership or vision (18:26) Moving facilities and early efforts to professionalize the business (21:01) Realizing the business needed a true CEO, not just administrators (24:01) Stepping into leadership through observation, listening, and learning (25:47) How her father's health shaped Gretna's culture and focus on wellness (28:49) Mark your calendars and come see us at IMTS 2026! (29:45) Hiring, firing, and promoting based on values, not just performance (32:47) Diversifying beyond oil and gas into aerospace and defense (37:00) Using feedback loops to learn from both failures and wins (41:16) Lean thinking, operational waste, and continuous improvement in practice (44:07) Using EOS scorecards and Level 10 meetings to drive accountability (46:27) Turning metrics and root cause analysis into real action (48:42) How to get ProShop's guide to help you achieve on-time delivery  (50:11) Workforce development challenges and investing in apprenticeships (54:03) Building culture through shared routines and leadership team trust (57:28) Embracing authentic leadership and letting go of imposter syndrome (1:03:46) How to connect with Gretna Machine Shop and Nubia Perez Resources & People Mentioned Capital IDEA Houston NTMA  SMW Autoblok catalog IMTS 2026 ProShop's on-time delivery guide  Connect with Nubia Perez Connect on LinkedIn Gretna Machine Shop Connect With Machine Shop Mastery The website LinkedIn YouTube Instagram Subscribe to Machine Shop Mastery on Apple, Spotify Audio Production and Show Notes by - PODCAST FAST TRACK

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Welcome to Two-Minute Tuesdays, where you'll hear a non-diet devotional to help you fight the regular pressures of diet culture by resting in God's grace and following His joy. If you want these sent to your inbox daily for only $10, you can sign up at joyfulhealth.co/devo. “I really enjoyed this episode”

Elena Sophia Ruiz shares her powerful journey from arriving in America at 27 without speaking English to building a successful payroll and HR company over 20 years. Through personal struggles, including domestic violence and divorce, she discovered that authenticity, continuous learning, and changing her relationship with money were the keys to not just surviving, but thriving as an entrepreneur.Connect with Elena Sophia Ruiz at her WebsiteEmail Janice: stopdiets@aol.comJanice's Website: http://stopdiets.comIf you enjoy the podcast, please leave a positive rating and review!

What do you do when life feels like an in-between space—neither where you were nor where you're going? In this sermon based on Matthew 14:22–33, we explore the idea of “thin places”—those liminal moments of transition, uncertainty, and vulnerability where faith is stretched and fear can take over. Through the familiar story of Jesus walking on the water, we're invited to reconsider Peter's leap from the boat and ask a surprising question: What if faith sometimes looks like staying put instead of stepping out? Drawing connections between Scripture, everyday life, and moments of global and personal transition, this message reminds us that Emmanuel—God with us—is not a seasonal promise, but an eternal one. Whether the waters are stormy or calm, Jesus is present, responding immediately, calling us not to panic, but to trust. This sermon speaks to anyone navigating change, grief, anticipation, or uncertainty—and offers a grounding reminder to pause, breathe, and listen for God's voice in the middle of it all. Scripture: Matthew 14:22–33 Theme: Faith, thin places, trust, and God's abiding presence

Harvey and editor Ed welcome Adriaan Grove from Entegral, a South African real estate technology platform. They discuss the unique challenges and opportunities in the South African real estate market, including the impact of the competition authority's recent rulings on dominant players. Adriaan shares insights on leveraging AI for rapid development and innovation in real estate portals, as well as the importance of transparency and agent tools in enhancing the user experience. The conversation highlights the evolving landscape of real estate technology and the ambitious goals of Entegral in expanding across Africa.00:00 Introduction to the PPW Pod and Guest Introduction04:21 Overview of Integral and the South African Real Estate Market08:30 Challenges for Challenger Portals in South Africa10:55 Impact of Competition Authority on Real Estate Portals17:56 The Role of AI in Real Estate Technology20:35 Launching My Property Africa: Speed and Innovation24:56 The Future of Real Estate Portals and AI33:14 R&D and Innovation in Real Estate Technology38:54 Vision for the Future of Integral and the African Market

In this episode, Lisa Witter is joined by Jo Swinson, former UK Member of Parliament and leader of the Liberal Democrats. They explore Jo's journey into politics, beginning with her early interest in activism inspired by the Body Shop's commitment to social issues. Jo reflects on her experiences as the youngest MP and the challenges she faced in a male-dominated environment, particularly during her leadership amidst the Brexit turmoil. The discussion delves into the complexities of power dynamics in politics, the importance of human connections, and the need for long-term thinking in governance. Jo emphasizes the significance of community engagement and the role of individuals in shaping a better political landscape, advocating for a more inclusive and empathetic approach to leadership.External resources: Article: Hard Hope Is a Practice — Start with 1% Book: Equal Power: And How You Can Make It Happen, by Jo SwinsonFollow us on LinkedIn, Instagram, Facebook, and visit our website to stay up to date with our latest news. Subscribe to the Better (Political) Leadership Substack and sign up to our bi-weekly briefing for insights and inspiration on how to build better politics.

Welcome to episode 113, and the start of season six! This episode is all about stepping into your power — not in a loud, forceful way, but through self-knowledge, emotional intelligence, and calm confidence. I reflect on themes from previous seasons, and share my own experiences of navigating life and work as an autistic, queer life coach. This season is an invitation to live more authentically, set boundaries that protect your energy, and reclaim your power in ways that feel grounded, compassionate, and true to you. Let's dive in! In this episode: What personal power really means – Reclaiming your power isn't about control or aggression; it's about knowing yourself, trusting your values, and responding to life with intention rather than reactivity. Why self-knowledge is the foundation of confidence – Understanding your needs, limits, and patterns allows you to live more authentically and make choices that support your wellbeing. Choosing calm, purposeful living – Stepping into your power can be quiet and steady, rooted in self-love, compassion, and the confidence that comes from being fully yourself.   This episode is sponsored by H Arlo-Harris (they/them) founder of Move Like You https://harloharris.com/move-like-you https://www.instagram.com/h.arloharris/   Join Helen in The Happier Life Hub – Your sanctuary for authentic living in a chaotic world. https://happier-life.co.uk/hub   If this podcast episode resonated with you and you'd like to support me to make more podcast content, please buy me a coffee here - https://ko-fi.com/happierlifecoach - your support is hugely appreciated. You can also connect with me over on Instagram @happierlifecoach  Remember to hit subscribe or follow to be alerted when new episodes go live!   Season 6 of this podcast is once again sponsored by Stephanie Ward of The Spicy Brain Collective. We thank Stephanie hugely for her ongoing support. https://www.instagram.com/thespicybraincollective/ https://community.thespicybraincollective.com/ https://www.instagram.com/stephanieward.ceo/  

In this transmission, Kailah shares how she manifested a luxury retreat collaboration at quantum speed—without force, hustle, or control—and how surrender, trust, inner safety, and frequency alignment collapse time. She walks through the polarity between contraction and expansion, the role of the nervous system in manifestation, the difference between logical and illogical results, and how the feminine co-creates with the divine when she is open, available, and surrendered. This episode is a portal for any woman ready to shift out of control + scarcity and into embodied trust + quantum receiving. 00:03 — The manifestation that activated in Egypt 01:00 — Control vs surrender + why control kills the quantum 02:30 — Trust issues as reflections of inner safety 04:45 — The frequency codes of illogical manifestation 06:10 — Holding the field between desire + physical reality 08:15 — Making $13k doing nothing in Egypt (frequency > force) 09:40 — Releasing control to let the divine “blow your mind” 10:50 — The Bali Airbnb crisis + nervous system vs panic 13:15 — Lessons in root safety + money + trust 15:00 — “What if it doesn't work?” — fear vs possibility 17:20 — Contraction, doubt & the energetic wobble 19:10 — Aligning with the highest timeline choice-point 21:20 — The Como manifestation begins 23:10 — Expansion then contraction then expansion again 25:00 — The narratives that keep us safe + small 27:15 — Surrender + non-attachment collapse time 28:40 — The moment the manifestation landed 30:30 — Stepping into value, worth & segment codes 32:20 — Asking for what you're actually available for 34:05 — How the universe responds to standards 35:20 — The Bali retreat transmission lands 37:15 — What the feminine retreat actually activates 39:10 — The feminine rising + the masculine returning to kingship 41:20 — Why triggers are intensifying in 2024–2026 43:30 — If you're ready for the deep work → Sacred Alchemy 44:50 — Closing transmission + love Join Sacred Alchemy — $222 + $888 Bonus A 3-day self-paced online retreat experience designed to activate your highest timeline through embodiment, shadow work, and feminine remembrance (valued at $2,666). Includes BONUS access to Shadow Alchemy (valued at $888) — healing trauma, alchemising pain into power, and transforming grief into your greatest gift.

What keeps you going when the work is demanding and the days feel relentless? In this solo episode of Everyday Oral Surgery, Dr. Grant Stucki reflects on why giving often leads to deeper, more lasting fulfillment than receiving. He shares lessons from residency, mentorship, and years in practice, exploring how a mindset of contribution shapes both personal growth and the future of the profession. Dr. Stucki also offers a candid look at the time, cost, and intention behind producing the podcast, and the quiet rewards that come from helping others learn and advance. He also connects these experiences to a broader truth echoed by leaders, philosophers, and spiritual traditions, namely, that joy fades quickly when it is tied to what we receive, but it deepens when it comes from service. As the year comes to a close, this episode invites reflection on a simple but powerful question: who can you help next, and how might that generosity renew your own sense of purpose?Key Points From This Episode:Reflections on persistence, imperfection, and producing this podcast despite the challenges.Lessons from residency on being a proactive learner, not a passive participant.Choosing residents who give back to the profession, not just take from it.The lasting impact of attendings who sacrificed income to teach.Stepping back to ask what oral surgery has given you and how you can help others.Why giving leads to deeper, more lasting peace and fulfillment than receiving.What producing the podcast has cost, and why it has been worth it.Why altruistic giving is more powerful when nothing is expected in return.How giving back can help counter burnout and restore joy.An invitation to help one person, or a group of people, and notice how it brings joy.Links Mentioned in Today's Episode:Giftology — https://www.amazon.com/Giftology-Increase-Referrals-Strengthen-Retention/dp/1619614332Everyday Oral Surgery Website — https://www.everydayoralsurgery.com/ Everyday Oral Surgery on Instagram — https://www.instagram.com/everydayoralsurgery/ Everyday Oral Surgery on Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/EverydayOralSurgery/Dr. Grant Stucki Email — grantstucki@gmail.comDr. Grant Stucki Phone — 720-441-6059

In this week's week on the ArtTactic Podcast, host Adam Green is joined by Margaret Carrigan, News Editor at Artnet News, to unpack the inaugural edition of Art Basel Qatar. Drawing on her reporting, Margaret discusses why a Middle East fair makes strategic sense for Art Basel at this moment, how galleries and insiders approached the week with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, and what it actually felt like to experience a smaller, more curated fair format without traditional booths. The conversation explores whether the fair's structure allowed for deeper engagement with artists, how sales ultimately played out, and the role of Qatari institutions as buyers. Stepping back, the episode considers the bigger takeaway from this first edition and whether Art Basel Qatar feels like an immediate success or a fair that will need time to develop and find its footing.

Join the MuuvWell team as we talk about the power of steps! Going into 2026 we want for you to make the most of your movement.Follow us online at linktr.ee/muuvwell

Had an AHA or Insight? Share it:Work Addiction Looks Like Success—Until It Costs You Who You AreWork addiction doesn't arrive as a crisis.It builds through competence, trust, and responsibility.It receives praise. You are rewarded for it. You deliver more.You take on more.More people rely on you.Over time, the work expands to fill more of your life. The trade happens in small increments. Stepping away starts to feel unavailable, not because something is wrong, but because too much depends on you. Gradually, who you are becomes defined by who you are at work. And your personal life is in the way of you working more. In this episode of The Business Growth Architect Show: Founders of the Future, Beate Chelette speaks with Traci DeForge about work addiction as a leadership pattern that develops in plain sight and how to break that cycle.By 30, Traci was running a rapidly expanding radio operation in a male-dominated industry. She was effective, visible, and carrying increasing responsibility. She was also questioned about how she got there—who she slept with, or whether her father owned the station—pressure that shaped how much she carried and how difficult it became to step back.Nothing looked broken.Until it was.This conversation stays centered on founder awareness.How responsibility accumulates.How separation erodes.How optionality disappears without announcement.How identity becomes inseparable from performance.This episode is about what happens when you are the victim of your own success because it removes your ability to step away from it.Today, Traci DeForge helps leaders find and trust their voice through podcasting. Drawing on decades in high-pressure media and leadership roles, she supports founders and executives in translating lived experience into meaningful conversations that reflect both their work and who they are. Follow Traci and learn more about her work:Website: https://produceyourpodcast.comLinkedIn: Traci DeForge #Founders #Leadership #WorkAddiction #Responsibility #FounderAwareness #BuildToLast #HumanCenteredLeadershipOther Resources Mentioned:Instagram | Facebook |  YouTube_____________________We appreciate you, thank you for listening. Let us know in the comments what resonated in this episode, we want to hear from you. Leave a comment, like, share with one person who needs to hear the message our guest shared. Take our QUIZ and find out what your talent is worth in this market: What's Your Talent Worth (http://WhatsYourTalentWorth.com)Follow us on Instagram:Check us out on Tik Tok: Work With Us

Tune into the newest episode of our Energy Works Podcast, where science meets spirit to help you heal, energize, and thrive. In this solo episode, Lauren explores the often-overlooked power of boredom as a pathway to creativity, healing, and inner peace. Stepping away from constant digital stimulation, she reflects on how “doing nothing” allows the nervous system to settle and the mind to open to new ideas.This episode invites you to embrace stillness, unplug from screens, and rediscover the magic that emerges in spaciousness. If you're feeling overstimulated or burned out, this is a gentle reminder that rest, and even boredom, can be deeply transformative.Tune in now wherever you get your podcasts to discover how slowing down can lead to profound insight and grounded calm!Chapters:00:00 Introduction01:37 The Hook of Social Media03:04 The Power of Boredom04:37 The Movement of Doing Nothing05:56 The Impact of Constant Stimulation08:50 Embracing the Void11:30 Ancient Wisdom & Modern Distractions13:20 Conclusion Episode Resources:EMYoga Online Courses: emyoga.thinkific.com/collections/emyoga-coursesShop our EMYoga Store: emyogastore.com/Sign up for our FREE weekly Newsletter: www.energymedicineyoga.net/Listen on Spotify: Energy WorksListen on Apple Podcasts: Energy WorksFollow us on Instagram: @EnergyMedicineYogaFollow us on Facebook: @EnergyMedicineYoga#EnergyMedicineYoga #EMYoga #EnergyWorksPodcast #WellnessPodcast #DeepRest #NervousSystemRegulation #StillnessPractice #RestIsMedicine #UnplugToReconnect

Tim continues our series looking at David’s story, exploring what we can learn from David’s transition into being king.

If your Allied Health business is busy — yet still feels heavy — this episode is for you. In this solo conversation, Cathy Love speaks to Allied Health Business Owners who are highly capable, deeply committed, and working incredibly hard — but still feeling stuck. This episode explores why effort alone isn't creating clarity, confidence, or momentum. Cathy unpacks what happens when Business Owners are too close to the work, making decisions on the fly, carrying the emotional and financial load, and quietly guessing their way forward in an increasingly complex sector. This is not about motivation.It's about leadership, perspective, and why stepping up and out of your business is essential. Topics covered on capability without clarity, decision fatigue, and stepping up to the challenge: Capability without clarity – Why being skilled and committed isn't enough when you're too close to the work Decision fatigue and reactivity – How constant on-the-run decisions quietly drain confidence and momentum Stepping up and out – What changes when you create space to stop guessing and start leading deliberately P.S. If this episode is hitting on pain points you're facing, let's chat. We can support you. Book a 20-minute complimentary call with us, and let's talk about how we can help you achieve your vision for your Allied Health business. Midroll Message: Learn more about The Allied Health Business Reset in-person workshop! Connect with Nacre Consulting: Let's connect on Instagram Follow us on Facebook Let's connect on LinkedIn Join our Facebook Group online community More about The Allied Health Business Brilliance Podcast: The Allied Health Business Brilliance podcast (previously known as Private Practice Made Perfect) powered by Nacre Consulting features authentic conversations that offer real-life stories and expert perspectives for Australian Allied Health Business Owners. Cathy Love, our engaging host, gathers wisdom from Allied Health professionals and industry supporters alike. We dive into the real experiences of running and growing Allied Health businesses in Australia, revealing both the rewards and the inevitable challenges along the way. It's raw, sometimes vulnerable, but always valuable. Join us and stay...

We each have a unique role to play in the time and place where God has planted us. Stepping into that calling begins with answering the call to consecration. Consecration may not be trending in today's culture, but it has always preceded every biblical—and historical—move of God. In this episode, we explore why consecration still matters and how God's invitation to be set apart is just as relevant for us today.

In this week's episode of Rodes Live Podcast, we light up another powerful session with Cigar Music. We've got brand-new music from Solo From Da Heights, and we break down an exclusive update on his movement and mindset.Solo talks about:Stepping into the battle rap arena and what inspired the shiftHis unmatched work ethic and how he stays sharp as an artistRecording new music in a remote location to tap into deeper creativityStaying positive and moving forward, no matter the obstaclesThis episode blends smooth vibes, raw motivation, and that signature Rodes Live commentary. Tap in—you don't want to miss this one.Featured Artist – Solo From Da HeightsFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/solofromdaheights Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/solofromdaheightsRodes Live LinksWebsite: https://www.rodesonline.net All Links: https://linktr.ee/RodesHashtags#RodesLivePodcast #CigarMusic #SoloFromDaHeights #BattleRap #NewMusic #HipHopCulture #IndieArtists #Motivation #PositiveEnergy #WorkEthic #PodcastLife #MusicPodcast #UrbanCulture #RodesLive #TapIn

Send us a textSeventeen brave painters, a snowy morning, and a table full of abstract bunnies sparked a bigger question: what happens to our lives when we try something new? We share the joy and jitters from teaching an over-fifty class, where identical supplies produced wildly different styles and fresh confidence. That energy carries into a new hobby—Mahjong—and the surprising way a beginner's mindset builds patience, purpose, and real friendships.We talk frankly about the adult friendship gap and how to bridge it through shared learning. From libraries packed with free classes to restaurants hosting cooking nights and studios offering creative workshops, there are more low‑barrier ways to meet people than you might think. We trade stories about locals who haven't explored their own town, and make the case for playing tourist where you live: discover the downtown arcade you've never tried, sample the restaurant you always pass, and visit the natural landmarks in your backyard.Along the way, we offer practical ideas for getting started: pick one class this month, give yourself a few sessions before judging, and focus on progress over perfection. We also highlight our gallery's upcoming events, including a new exhibition and a playful sneaker art class. If you've been craving community, creativity, or just a reason to step outside, this conversation hands you a map and a gentle push. Subscribe, share this episode with a friend who needs a nudge, and tell us: what will you try next?Support the showCatch the doodles on YouTubeMy socials:Sign up for my monthly newsletterPortfolio website: Brewtifully.comInstagram: /BrewtifullyFacebook: /brewtifullyTikTok: GettingSmallwithGrandmaLinkedIn: Tracy Dawn Brewer

OpenAI's new agreement with the Department of Energy marks a shift from pilot projects to full‑scale collaboration inside the national labs. The partnership aims to speed up scientific discovery across all domains by putting AI models into real research workflows. Here to walk through how that integration works, and what it means for the next phase of scientific progress, is Global head of innovation policy at OpenAI, James Hairston.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this solo episode of Filipina on the Rise, Krystl Fabella returns after a year-long pause to share the behind-the-scenes story of burnout, misalignment, and the unexpected season that nearly led her to walk away from everything she built.Krystl reflects on what it looked like to step away from social media, slow down after years of nonstop momentum, and listen to the signals coming from her body, spirit, and intuition. Through deeply personal storytelling—from a car accident and health wake-up calls to returning home and rebuilding real-life community—she unpacks why presence, proximity, and healing became the foundation for the next chapter of Filipina on the Rise.This episode is an honest reframe on growth, leadership, and sustainability for anyone navigating burnout, questioning their path, or feeling called to pause before moving forward again.Episode Timestamps00:00 – Welcome back & why this episode matters Krystl shares why she took a break from podcasting and what prompted her return.03:45 – The origin of Filipina on the Rise From recording in a closet to building a global community—and the identity journey that started it all.07:30 – When momentum stops feeling aligned What it looked like to keep producing externally while burning out internally.12:40 – Stepping away from social media & visibility Why unplugging felt risky—and what clarity came from the silence.17:50 – The wake-up calls: burnout, a car accident, and health signals How the body forces pauses the mind tries to avoid.23:30 – Returning home & getting “rooted in good soil” Why going back to her hometown became a season of healing and rerouting.30:10 – Presence over performance Letting go of constant productivity and redefining what growth actually means.36:45 – Rebuilding real-life community The difference between online connection and proximity-based sisterhood.43:20 – Healing, intuition, and reconnecting with the body Why women's health, cycles, and intuition are essential to sustainable leadership.50:10 – The question of walking away Why Krystl considered ending Filipina on the Rise—and what ultimately pulled her back.55:40 – A new vision for community-led growth How listening to the needs of the audience sparked a reimagined model for sisterhood.1:01:30 – Closing reflections & what's next An invitation to honor the unseen seasons that shape who we become.

In today's episode of Beautiful Messy, we're talking about what happens after you give God the vision. How do we live, move, and set goals while we're still waiting on Him to work?We explore the difference between vision and goals, why waiting is an active part of faith, and how setting one intentional goal for each area of your life wheel can help you steward your season without striving. This episode is an invitation to execute faithfully, wait patiently, and trust God with the outcome—learning how to walk in obedience while the vision unfolds in His timing.If you're in a season of waiting, this conversation will remind you that you're not behind—you're becoming.Welcome to the WEBSITE see what we have in Quarter onehttps://www.heatherbaxter.com/after-eden-bible-studyPurchase a 2026 Warbinder Here:https://www.heatherbaxter.com/Join the HB MENTORSHIP SCHOOL HERE:https://www.heatherbaxter.com/event-details/crown-on-wings-out-heart-steady-quarter-one-2026HB MINISTRIES FACEBOOK COMMUNITY GROUP:https://www.facebook.com/groups/359253591516040

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From ‘Tracy Beaker' to a BAFTA Rising Star win and a leading role in Netflix's ‘Agatha Christie's Seven Dials', Mia McKenna-Bruce has grown into one of Britain's most exciting talents. In this deeply honest chat with Josh Mia opens up about burnout, motherhood, learning to advocate for herself after breaking her foot on set, unlearning people-pleasing, navigating life as a working mum, and why we need to be talking about consent more. We also talk about Mia's upcoming roles, including one of the year's most anticipated TV series, The Lady, where she plays the dresser to the former Duchess of York, and her portrayal of Maureen Starkey, Ringo Starr's first wife, in The Beatles biopic. 00:00 – Trailer 00:30 – Intro 01:05 – Her Greatest Chat: Helena Bonham Carter 02:10 – Why I'm bad at advocating for myself 02:45 – Breaking my foot… and saying “I'm fine” 04:00 – Fear of being labelled ‘difficult' 05:10 – Women, work, and burnout 06:40 – Growing up as a child actor 07:45 – Learning self-respect as an adult 08:40 – Motherhood, guilt, and ambition 10:00 – Why the world isn't built for working mums 11:45 – Losing yourself after having a baby 13:40 – Acting as therapy 15:10 – Stepping away from acting at 18 16:45 – Australia, starting again, and finding purpose 18:30 – Rejection, auditions, and not taking it personally 20:00 – Why How to Have Sex mattered 22:00 – Consent, language, and unspoken experiences 24:00 – When men came forward after the film 26:00 – Sex education failed us 28:00 – Grief, humour, and talking it through 30:00 – Playing real women with real pain 33:30 – Class, power, and being judged 36:20 – Agatha Christie & The Beatles 38:50 – What should we be talking about more? 40:10 – Outro ________ Josh Smith's Great Chat Show (@joshsmithsgreatchatshow) Brought you by Next Chapter Studios (@theNextChapterStudios) Host: Josh Smith (@joshsmithhosts) Creative Director: Carrie Rose Senior Producer: Bella Neale This podcast is part of the Spotify Partner Programme. Follow Josh Smith's Great Chat Show on Spotify and tap the

In this episode of Hahnacity the Podcast, we sit down with Isaiah Neil, a former University of Alberta Golden Bears football player who turned his own struggles into a mission to support youth mental health.Behind the strength and toughness expected of a student-athlete, Isaiah was navigating challenges that forced him to rethink what resilience really means. Stepping away from football became the beginning of a new purpose—using honesty, storytelling, and connection to help young people feel seen, supported, and less alone.Now a keynote speaker working with youth across Canada, Isaiah shares why talking openly about mental health matters, how vulnerability can be a form of leadership, and what he's learned about rebuilding identity beyond sport. This conversation is about courage, healing, and the power of showing up as your full self.Work with Joy Hahn Silva Millora: www.instagram.com/with_joy.hs/Work with Laura Hahn-Segundo Collins, LCSW: lcollinslcsw.com, @theathletepsychotherapistMusic by Pathfire: Nathan Collins and Sean TitoneIntro Edited by Ian LevensteinEpisode Edited by Hahnacity

Stepping into your first leadership role can feel overwhelming, and navigating autism services as a parent can feel even harder, even when you're already in the field.In this episode, I sat down with Rayni McMahon for a powerful conversation about leadership, advocacy, and what happens when your professional world and personal life collide. We talked about what it really feels like to move from clinician to administrator, why so many professionals feel unprepared for leadership roles, and the one thing that can make that transition feel more manageable. Rayni shared practical, honest insights about mentorship, managing people, setting boundaries, and learning to lead with both confidence and compassion.We also spent time talking about advocacy from a deeply personal lens. Rayni opened up about her experience as a BCBA navigating the system as a parent of an autistic child and how being “in the know” did not make accessing services easier. Her perspective highlights just how complex and exhausting the system can be, even for professionals, and why empathy, persistence, and advocacy matter so much for families.This conversation is thoughtful, relatable, and full of takeaways for anyone who is stepping into leadership, supporting teams, or advocating for children and families within our field.#autism #speechtherapyWhat's Inside:How to navigate the transition from clinician to leader without burning outWhy mentorship and leadership support are critical in growing organizationsThe realities of advocating for autism services, even as a professionalLessons on balancing leadership, boundaries, and empathyMentioned In This Episode:Virtue Healthcare ConsultingRayni Brindley McMahon on LinkedInEarn CEUs with a community of peers. Join the ABA Speech ConnectionABA Speech: Home

If you've been feeling waves of anxiety while following the news — especially around immigration, civil rights, political instability, or the recent escalation of ICE enforcement across the U.S. — you are not alone. Many pregnant people and parents are feeling the emotional weight of this moment. With so much happening, it's completely normal to feel a deep urge to take action and an equally strong need to protect your mental and emotional well-being.In today's episode of The Mindful Womb Podcast, we explore how to stay engaged, compassionate, and active during this intense political climate without spiraling into fear, overwhelm, or nervous-system burnout.We'll walk through practical tools to balance:

Stepping up next on the SUNANDBASS Podcast, we welcome Vienna-based producer Carter, a long-standing figure in drum & bass with a catalogue that speaks to consistency, depth, and serious musical intent. Carter's sound is rooted in warm harmonic movement. With releases spanning Good Looking Records, Liquid V, Jazzsticks, Fokuz and Smooth N Groove Records, he has quietly built one of the most solid and respected discographies on the soulful side of drum & bass. His full-length album Virus on Smooth N Groove stands as a defining statement, a cohesive body of work balancing deep musicality with club-ready functionality. This mix reflects the ethos of a fluid journey through liquid and soulful drum & bass, designed for both movement and immersion, driven by groove. Lock in to Carter's journey mix and let it set the tone for the months ahead

Welcome to this week's episode of "To the Point Cybersecurity Podcast," brought to you by Forcepoint! Your hosts, Rachael Lyon and Jonathan Knepher, are joined by special guest De'von Carter, a leading cybersecurity expert with deep expertise in privacy law, risk management, and regulatory compliance. In this insightful conversation, De'von Carter draws from his unique background as a technologist turned privacy attorney, sharing how a holistic approach—combining legal, technical, and business perspectives—is essential for effective cybersecurity strategy. The trio dives into the evolving landscape of compliance, the impact of increasingly prescriptive regulations, and practical steps organizations (large and small) should take to operationalize new legal requirements. They also tackle the current challenges brought by AI, the complexities of global privacy laws, and the ever-present risks posed by both insiders and external threats. Whether you're interested in policy, technology, or the human side of cybersecurity, this episode offers a valuable look at what it really takes to keep data secure in today's rapidly changing environment. Stay tuned for expert insights, real-world advice, and a glimpse into how cybersecurity, law, and business intersect like never before! For links and resources discussed in this episode, please visit our show notes at https://www.forcepoint.com/govpodcast/e370