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Today we have Charlie. She is 32 years old from London, UK. She took her last drink on December 28th, 2024.   Sponsors for this episode include: Better Help – 10% off of your first month   In October of this year, we are going to Peru!  There are still spots available for this 11-day 12-night journey throughout Cusco, Machu Picchu and the Sacred Valley. Registration closes June 2nd which is the deadline for Inca trail tickets.   [02:50] Thoughts from Paul:   According to NCS solutions, who poll people about their drinking, the number of people who want to cut back on their drinking increases every year.   In 2025, 36% more people participated in Dry January than in 2024. A good reason why the numbers are increasing is reflected in a poem Paul shares called Memories of Alcohol by an unknown author.   So much of the work we do is reframing how we view alcohol. Subconsciously it is still deeply ingrained in our culture that drinking enhances our lives, but we have all learned that it doesn't. Once the voice in our head starts telling us that a drink would be nice or we deserve a drink we can start giving it some tough love and tell it that no, a drink would not be nice and please give me some better ideas.   [05:09] Paul introduces Charlie:   Charlie is a software engineer from London and will be getting married in April. For fun, Charlie has rediscovered that she enjoys skiing, running and swimming.   Growing up, Charlie witnessed both parents struggle with divorce and use of alcohol and medications.  She started drinking when she was around 14. Charlie says everyone around her drank and seemed to be having a good time, so she joined in without thinking twice.   Around her mid-twenties, Charlie started to have a subtle undercurrent of doubt in her mind and a quiet voice suggesting that maybe she wasn't the best version of herself anymore. Since she never had what others would consider a problem, she didn't think her drinking was an issue.   Charlie began to find things weren't going wrong for her, but they weren't necessarily going right either. She felt stagnated. In an effort to try and make changes to this she removed alcohol from time to time and began to connect the dots between her stagnation and the alcohol use.   Charlies says she tried moderation, but it was exhausting. Her all-or-nothing mentality made it difficult. She also shares that she has had multiple stints of around 100 days without alcohol because she learned that was a good amount of time to feel many of the positive effects of quitting.   This time feels different for Charlie because she has leaned into the sobriety community a bit more. She has been listening to podcasts and reading books and learned that the key to maintaining sobriety is to find community. Since there are more people around her encouraging her and sharing insights, Charlie feels this time is indefinite as opposed to the other times when she had a finish line of sorts.   Charlies says since quitting drinking her positivity has returned and she is feeling like the younger version of herself now. She shares that it's amazing how much you can fit into a day when half of it isn't taken up by drinking or recovering from it.   Charlie's parting piece of guidance: if you've never quit drinking before, what's that worst that can happen?   Recovery Elevator It all starts from the inside out. I love you guys. We can do this.     Café RE RE merch Recovery Elevator YouTube Sobriety Tracker iTunes       

Daily Study: We have to be careful about hearing lies about ourselves from others. Maybe your parents or teachers have told you that you would never amount to anything. Or perhaps an ex-spouse said that you had no value. Mentally we know the lies are false, but subconsciously these lies become embedded in our spirit and affect our decisions. Therefore, we need to intentionally root these lies out of our spirit. Partner with Us: https://churchforentrepreneurs.com/partner Connect with Us: https://churchforentrepreneurs.com                  

Moonwater reveals a dark secret that many of us fail to notice. Something is going on beneath our struggles to find happiness in life. Research shows that many people do not know what would truly make them happy. Subconsciously, they are grasping for something else! Moonwater also shares a valuable prayer to the Goddess. 

Do you ever give in to cravings? Even when you're not hungry? Find out what cravings are all about and learn the hidden formula of resisting cravings with ease! Here's What You'll Learn In This Series: The 3 reasons losing weight is such a struggle for the mom brain. How the “Faith Formula” can wire your brain to make your body lose weight. The 3-Minute trick that will make cravings a thing of the past. The real reason you eat too much, and how to program your mind for less food. What is really driving you to overeat--it's not what you think! The secret brain hack to stay fuller, longer. How your brain waves actually change the molecules in your food, to help you lose weight. The two words that can stop any craving, as if by magic! How to use an hourly alarm to change everything about the way you eat. The hidden method to make weight loss sustainable, and not just a quick diet. How a simple note can rewire your brain/body connection. And so much more!

Lara Marek is a coach for life and business, but she noticed something ... when people stopped working with her, they were unable to maintain their momentum. She found that there were underlying stories they held subconsciously that got in the way of success. She found she was able to give her clients long-term success through hypnosis, helping them to discard the underlying stories sabotagin their success. Learn what these stories look like, how to spot them, and see if hypnosis might work for you!

Do you ever eat in a rush? Learn how this practice predisposes you to weight gain, and discover how to wire your brain to slow down by using the miracle drug of gratitude! Here's What You'll Learn In This Series: The 3 reasons losing weight is such a struggle for the mom brain. How the “Faith Formula” can wire your brain to make your body lose weight. The 3-Minute trick that will make cravings a thing of the past. The real reason you eat too much, and how to program your mind for less food. What is really driving you to overeat--it's not what you think! The secret brain hack to stay fuller, longer. How your brain waves actually change the molecules in your food, to help you lose weight. The two words that can stop any craving, as if by magic! How to use an hourly alarm to change everything about the way you eat. The hidden method to make weight loss sustainable, and not just a quick diet. How a simple note can rewire your brain/body connection. And so much more!

As Christians, we should understand that Culture is not a norm, it is a design. What you see people accept as general or popular is a product of someone's mind and design.However, it's important to step back and be introspective. Test all things - I Thessalonians 5:21.A FEW THINGS TO NOTE:

Do you ever eat until you are stuffed? Discover why your mom brain does this and learn the secret mind practice to staying fuller, longer. In this series, you'll learn: The 3 reasons losing weight is such a struggle for the mom brain. How the “Faith Formula” can wire your brain to make your body lose weight. The 3-Minute trick that will make cravings a thing of the past. The real reason you eat too much, and how to program your mind for less food. What is really driving you to overeat--it's not what you think! The secret brain hack to stay fuller, longer. How your brain waves actually change the molecules in your food, to help you lose weight. The two words that can stop any craving, as if by magic! How to use an hourly alarm to change everything about the way you eat. The hidden method to make weight loss sustainable, and not just a quick diet. How a simple note can rewire your brain/body connection. And so much more!

Slumber's Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.' 'You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear. 'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.' 'Is it really a curse?' asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last. 'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured. 'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.' 'Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?' 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.' 'I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.' 'That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily. 'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.' 'Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.' 'Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.' 'I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.' 'Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?' 'Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.' With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ' 'Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?' 'Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?' 'Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.' 'Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?' 'Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam. 'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ' Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.' 'Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.' 'That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.' Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ' 'Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.' 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.' Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.' 'Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.' Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.' 'Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.' By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Slumber's Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.' 'You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear. 'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.' 'Is it really a curse?' asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last. 'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured. 'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.' 'Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?' 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.' 'I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.' 'That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily. 'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.' 'Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.' 'Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.' 'I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.' 'Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?' 'Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.' With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ' 'Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?' 'Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?' 'Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.' 'Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?' 'Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam. 'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ' Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.' 'Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.' 'That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.' Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ' 'Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.' 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.' Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.' 'Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.' Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.' 'Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.' By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

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Auntie finds comfort and passion. by  Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was that her black clothes just didn't cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn't help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes.  Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro.Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do. It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt. A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I'm going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life. A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn't' stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn't help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn't help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside. We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I'm kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.” “No, I don't mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. “It's just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “It's okay. I'll help you feel safe…,” I said. I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure her that I was there to protect her. I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer. My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different than a wife would talk to a husband. “What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I'll eat anything,” I told her. “I'm starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added. Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long day's work. “Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied. “You better get washed up then,” she said suggested. I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out. “Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn't see them in your room.” She said. “Yeah, they're in here,” I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face. Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked. I watched my Aunt's eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn't enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom. “John honestly!” She stammered. I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact. I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper. Rose looked at me and said, “I've noticed that you've gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.” “Like what?” I asked. “In just your underwear, dear,” she replied. I looked at her and said, “It's more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?” “Umm, no dear, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it.” Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes. “Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn't have to, you know,” Rose said, and kissed my cheek. “You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It's the least I could do,” I replied. “Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked. “Give me a minute,” I said, “I'll meet you in the living room.” I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn't help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace. In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me. “Honey, aren't you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously. “I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child-like voice. “Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said. “No, its okay. I don't want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see. She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back. “You're back is really tense hon,” she said finally. “That's all muscle Aunt Rose,” I said coyly. “Ain't that the truth…” she trailed off. Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again. “Are you sore here?” My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed my ass very softly. “A little,” I said quietly. Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now flipped up on my back. “Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high. “Thanks,” I said, laughing a little. After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt's reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew's young hard cock was fully displayed before her. “That looks nice and hard too…” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. “John are you always that hard?” She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that morning. “Most of the time, yes,” I answered as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum. “Does it hurt?” she asked curiously. “Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly. After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards, essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry. I quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your uncle very much you know.” I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to Aunt Rose,” I said cautiously. “No baby, It's not that…” she wiped her tears. “I'm not sad… I just really miss your Uncle. I'm so happy you are here taking care of me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you,” I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one of her glorious tits. I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she didn't stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn't help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my Aunt's blouse off completely and cupped both breasts. I'm able to palm a basketball without much trouble, but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her. After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples. “Jesus you can't get enough of those can you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples. Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt's eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster. Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn't challenging to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat it's about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away. She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face. “Okay, okay,” I said as I offered her my cock once again. Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand. Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of “I'm not interested.” I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms, but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn't help it… I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth, and at once, my cock felt at home. Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in, but from time to time, she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming. “I can't believe how hard it is,” she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight. “You could probably hang your coat on it,” I laughed. “No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth. I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand, which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn't help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her. Before rising to meet my gaze again, she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight, having received such affection. We embraced again, with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After breaking the embrace, I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy, trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog, I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her. Without a word, I stood up and turned her around. My Uncle's old armchair was right next to us, and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile, and my male instincts took over. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy, and finally, I pressed the shaft of my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my Aunt yes… but she was also a luscious female in heat; I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act; I didn't care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me. It also didn't matter that I was so much younger than her. My cock was strong and hard, and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead, and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips, and my cock primed and eager to enter her. "God damn it, just put it in alrea..." She didn't finish her sentence. I cut her off by plunging my thick 7″ cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure-eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile, she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon, she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation of the physique of a hard-working woman. Her panties rubbed against my cock; I had her hold it to the side with one hand as I continued to pound her from behind. The loud clapping sound coming after every full thrust filled the room. The crackling fire was muted as her moans and grunts echoed my efforts. After a couple of minutes, I could feel her body spasm in front of me. Her legs quivered, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!!!" She tried to pull away, looking for some respite, but I was also on the verge of exploding inside her. I brought her in close and fucked her in a blind frenzy, faster than I had ever fucked before. I was like an engine piston at full throttle. Her pussy squirted and wet everything but the ceiling. My cock and balls dripped with her love juices; both our legs sparkled after being coated with her essence. When I felt the first stream of cum racing down my hard cock I had no choice but to slow down. It didn't stop me, however, from driving my cock as deep as possible. I came like never before. Both my balls emptied into her. I stayed there cumming inside her for 3 minutes straight, pushing deeper, without pulling back. My sperm was injected deep inside her, and we both knew she would be pregnant. We were both breathing hard and her legs still quivered underneath me. She went to kneel down, and I followed her, my cock remaining inside her. I was like a dog whose knot anchored him to his bitch. I rested on her back until finally, I pulled my cock out. Cum poured out of her pussy, but I knew most of it had stayed inside. We kissed and felt each other there on the floor and fell asleep naked, our legs entwined with one another. I had bred my Aunt Rose and found a love I didn't know existed. The following morning, Aunt Rose and I were sitting in the kitchen, just chatting, when I turned to her and said, "Rose, I've decided not to return to college. I want to stay here and help you run the farm. I love this life and hated college, I felt like a cog in a huge machine." She looked at me, surprised, and said," John, are you sure that this life is what you want? As you've already found, it's not exciting like in the city. What about your future?" I looked into her eyes and stated, "Rose, this is the life I want; it IS my future. I've fallen in love with it." "John, are you absolutely sure that your decision isn't based on the sex we had?" she asked. Still looking deep in her eyes, I state, "Rose, I'm sure you'll agree that the sex was great, but that's not the reason I want to stay. I've grown to love the hard work involved in running this place. I've learned more useful information in the past couple of months then I did during a year in college. I believe this farm is my future, will you share it with me?" "Oh, John," Rose stated breathlessly," You've made me so happy with your decision. I don't think I could run the whole thing by myself." "There's another reason I want to stay, Rose. I've grown to love you, not as a nephew, but as your lover." She took my hand and kissed it, then said, "John, as you are well aware, your Uncle died two months ago. He always told me that if something happened to him, I should find someone else to love. As short as the time has been since he passed, I believe that I've found that someone; you. We can't be married, but will you live with me, as my husband?" I returned the gesture and said," Only if you'll live with me, as my wife." I then continued," I need to call Mom and Dad this evening and let them know that I'm staying here and not going back to college." After we ate supper and cleaned the kitchen that evening, I pulled out my cell phone. "Call them now," Rose exclaimed, "Just be sure not to say anything about 'us'." I put the phone on speaker and dialed Dad's cell number. He answered and said, "Hold on, I'm putting the phone on speaker so Mom can also talk." I heard him call Mom over, then heard her say, "Hi John, how are you?" I told them I was doing well, and so was Aunt Rose. I then proceeded to tell them why I called, " Mom and Dad, I've made a decision about my future. I'm not going back to college, I'm going to stay here and help Aunt Rose with the farm. I've come to love the farm life and this is what I want to do for the rest of my life." Dad said," While I'm disappointed that you won't go back to college, I'm proud that you finally made a decision about what you want to do with your life. It also lifts my apprehension about what your Aunt was going to do when you left." Mom then chimed in with," Are you sure that's what you want, Honey?" "Yes Mom, I'm absolutely sure," I replied. "Okay then," said Dad, "I'm going to transfer the balance of your college funds into your personal checking account. Use the money as you need it, but don't go nuts." "I won't Dad. There's still money left from your original deposit," I chuckled. "Is Aunt Rose handy?" Dad asked. "She's been listening to our whole conversation, Dad," I replied. "Hi Rose," he stated, "Has John been behaving himself?" "Yes, Tom, he has," she stated, then continued," He works as hard as James did and has even made some improvements to the house. He told me about his decision this morning. I couldn't be happier, although I am surprised. It has taken a huge weight off of my shoulders. I don't know what I would have done without him here. Thank you so much for suggesting it." "Rose, you know I'd do anything for my sister," replied Dad. "I know you would, Tom. I'm just extremely surprised that a man as young as your son is just as generous as you." "His decision has made me very proud," said Dad. "I just wanted him to let you know about his decision. We'll be going now," said Rose. "Okay," said Dad, "You continue taking good care her, John. You've made us very proud. Goodnight." "Goodnight Dad, goodnight Mom," I replied and disconnected. I turned to Rose and opened my arms. She came to me, and we kissed passionately. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "My wife, are you ready to go to bed?" She whispered back to me," Only if we're going to fool around, my husband." And so it was that we became a 'married couple' instead of lovers. A month later, it was confirmed, my 'wife' was pregnant. by  Jism786 for Literotica.

Auntie finds comfort and passion. by  Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was that her black clothes just didn't cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn't help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes.  Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro.Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do. It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt. A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I'm going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life. A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn't' stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn't help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn't help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside. We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I'm kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.” “No, I don't mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. “It's just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “It's okay. I'll help you feel safe…,” I said. I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure her that I was there to protect her. I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer. My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different than a wife would talk to a husband. “What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I'll eat anything,” I told her. “I'm starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added. Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long day's work. “Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied. “You better get washed up then,” she said suggested. I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out. “Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn't see them in your room.” She said. “Yeah, they're in here,” I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face. Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked. I watched my Aunt's eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn't enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom. “John honestly!” She stammered. I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact. I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper. Rose looked at me and said, “I've noticed that you've gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.” “Like what?” I asked. “In just your underwear, dear,” she replied. I looked at her and said, “It's more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?” “Umm, no dear, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it.” Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes. “Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn't have to, you know,” Rose said, and kissed my cheek. “You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It's the least I could do,” I replied. “Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked. “Give me a minute,” I said, “I'll meet you in the living room.” I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn't help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace. In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me. “Honey, aren't you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously. “I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child-like voice. “Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said. “No, its okay. I don't want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see. She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back. “You're back is really tense hon,” she said finally. “That's all muscle Aunt Rose,” I said coyly. “Ain't that the truth…” she trailed off. Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again. “Are you sore here?” My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed my ass very softly. “A little,” I said quietly. Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now flipped up on my back. “Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high. “Thanks,” I said, laughing a little. After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt's reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew's young hard cock was fully displayed before her. “That looks nice and hard too…” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. “John are you always that hard?” She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that morning. “Most of the time, yes,” I answered as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum. “Does it hurt?” she asked curiously. “Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly. After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards, essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry. I quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your uncle very much you know.” I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to Aunt Rose,” I said cautiously. “No baby, It's not that…” she wiped her tears. “I'm not sad… I just really miss your Uncle. I'm so happy you are here taking care of me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you,” I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one of her glorious tits. I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she didn't stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn't help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my Aunt's blouse off completely and cupped both breasts. I'm able to palm a basketball without much trouble, but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her. After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples. “Jesus you can't get enough of those can you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples. Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt's eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster. Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn't challenging to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat it's about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away. She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face. “Okay, okay,” I said as I offered her my cock once again. Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand. Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of “I'm not interested.” I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms, but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn't help it… I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth, and at once, my cock felt at home. Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in, but from time to time, she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming. “I can't believe how hard it is,” she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight. “You could probably hang your coat on it,” I laughed. “No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth. I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand, which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn't help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her. Before rising to meet my gaze again, she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight, having received such affection. We embraced again, with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After breaking the embrace, I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy, trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog, I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her. Without a word, I stood up and turned her around. My Uncle's old armchair was right next to us, and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile, and my male instincts took over. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy, and finally, I pressed the shaft of my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my Aunt yes… but she was also a luscious female in heat; I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act; I didn't care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me. It also didn't matter that I was so much younger than her. My cock was strong and hard, and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead, and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips, and my cock primed and eager to enter her. "God damn it, just put it in alrea..." She didn't finish her sentence. I cut her off by plunging my thick 7″ cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure-eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile, she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon, she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation of the physique of a hard-working woman. Her panties rubbed against my cock; I had her hold it to the side with one hand as I continued to pound her from behind. The loud clapping sound coming after every full thrust filled the room. The crackling fire was muted as her moans and grunts echoed my efforts. After a couple of minutes, I could feel her body spasm in front of me. Her legs quivered, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!!!" She tried to pull away, looking for some respite, but I was also on the verge of exploding inside her. I brought her in close and fucked her in a blind frenzy, faster than I had ever fucked before. I was like an engine piston at full throttle. Her pussy squirted and wet everything but the ceiling. My cock and balls dripped with her love juices; both our legs sparkled after being coated with her essence. When I felt the first stream of cum racing down my hard cock I had no choice but to slow down. It didn't stop me, however, from driving my cock as deep as possible. I came like never before. Both my balls emptied into her. I stayed there cumming inside her for 3 minutes straight, pushing deeper, without pulling back. My sperm was injected deep inside her, and we both knew she would be pregnant. We were both breathing hard and her legs still quivered underneath me. She went to kneel down, and I followed her, my cock remaining inside her. I was like a dog whose knot anchored him to his bitch. I rested on her back until finally, I pulled my cock out. Cum poured out of her pussy, but I knew most of it had stayed inside. We kissed and felt each other there on the floor and fell asleep naked, our legs entwined with one another. I had bred my Aunt Rose and found a love I didn't know existed. The following morning, Aunt Rose and I were sitting in the kitchen, just chatting, when I turned to her and said, "Rose, I've decided not to return to college. I want to stay here and help you run the farm. I love this life and hated college, I felt like a cog in a huge machine." She looked at me, surprised, and said," John, are you sure that this life is what you want? As you've already found, it's not exciting like in the city. What about your future?" I looked into her eyes and stated, "Rose, this is the life I want; it IS my future. I've fallen in love with it." "John, are you absolutely sure that your decision isn't based on the sex we had?" she asked. Still looking deep in her eyes, I state, "Rose, I'm sure you'll agree that the sex was great, but that's not the reason I want to stay. I've grown to love the hard work involved in running this place. I've learned more useful information in the past couple of months then I did during a year in college. I believe this farm is my future, will you share it with me?" "Oh, John," Rose stated breathlessly," You've made me so happy with your decision. I don't think I could run the whole thing by myself." "There's another reason I want to stay, Rose. I've grown to love you, not as a nephew, but as your lover." She took my hand and kissed it, then said, "John, as you are well aware, your Uncle died two months ago. He always told me that if something happened to him, I should find someone else to love. As short as the time has been since he passed, I believe that I've found that someone; you. We can't be married, but will you live with me, as my husband?" I returned the gesture and said," Only if you'll live with me, as my wife." I then continued," I need to call Mom and Dad this evening and let them know that I'm staying here and not going back to college." After we ate supper and cleaned the kitchen that evening, I pulled out my cell phone. "Call them now," Rose exclaimed, "Just be sure not to say anything about 'us'." I put the phone on speaker and dialed Dad's cell number. He answered and said, "Hold on, I'm putting the phone on speaker so Mom can also talk." I heard him call Mom over, then heard her say, "Hi John, how are you?" I told them I was doing well, and so was Aunt Rose. I then proceeded to tell them why I called, " Mom and Dad, I've made a decision about my future. I'm not going back to college, I'm going to stay here and help Aunt Rose with the farm. I've come to love the farm life and this is what I want to do for the rest of my life." Dad said," While I'm disappointed that you won't go back to college, I'm proud that you finally made a decision about what you want to do with your life. It also lifts my apprehension about what your Aunt was going to do when you left." Mom then chimed in with," Are you sure that's what you want, Honey?" "Yes Mom, I'm absolutely sure," I replied. "Okay then," said Dad, "I'm going to transfer the balance of your college funds into your personal checking account. Use the money as you need it, but don't go nuts." "I won't Dad. There's still money left from your original deposit," I chuckled. "Is Aunt Rose handy?" Dad asked. "She's been listening to our whole conversation, Dad," I replied. "Hi Rose," he stated, "Has John been behaving himself?" "Yes, Tom, he has," she stated, then continued," He works as hard as James did and has even made some improvements to the house. He told me about his decision this morning. I couldn't be happier, although I am surprised. It has taken a huge weight off of my shoulders. I don't know what I would have done without him here. Thank you so much for suggesting it." "Rose, you know I'd do anything for my sister," replied Dad. "I know you would, Tom. I'm just extremely surprised that a man as young as your son is just as generous as you." "His decision has made me very proud," said Dad. "I just wanted him to let you know about his decision. We'll be going now," said Rose. "Okay," said Dad, "You continue taking good care her, John. You've made us very proud. Goodnight." "Goodnight Dad, goodnight Mom," I replied and disconnected. I turned to Rose and opened my arms. She came to me, and we kissed passionately. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "My wife, are you ready to go to bed?" She whispered back to me," Only if we're going to fool around, my husband." And so it was that we became a 'married couple' instead of lovers. A month later, it was confirmed, my 'wife' was pregnant. by  Jism786 for Literotica.

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Reluctant Exhibitionist TrainingBy PtmcPilot – listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a brief recap, a couple of months ago I separated from the Navy after six years in submarines. Growing bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a job search, and to my surprise I found myself in an interview a short time later. An interview, believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my hiring manager. That was actually normal given that my new job was to sexually service the women of Foxx Inc.Excellent work if you can get it.After several weeks as Provider of Building ‘Services' at Foxx Inc, I was feeling pretty comfortable and secure. I hadn't had any more 'complaints' and my female coworkers seemed genuinely pleased with my, um, performance. At the time there was one potential problem I was keeping an eye on, and I'll have to recount that in another entry of its own. This journal entry is about a Friday to remember.It was noon on a Thursday, and I had yet to be visited by one of the Foxx women. That was odd, although not completely unheard of. I'd grabbed lunch early and was looking over proposals for the new janitorial services contract when my phone dinged. A text from Ms Olson, the lead HR rep, simply told me to check email. Any contact, even a text, from that woman had me well on my way to hard in moments. I woke my computer and read her message."Mr. Jeffries, tomorrow the firm will be holding a 'Free Use Friday.' To be sure things go as well as desired, I have arranged some training this afternoon. Please study this email and commit the customs and rules of FuF to memory. Then, promptly at 13 0 5, come to my office for a practical exam; I will be the one available for free use. See you soon."Attached to the email was a document, and adjusting my now fully hard cock, I opened it to learn what she had in mind."The concept of free use is as follows: one party, in this case women of the firm wearing blue or black dresses, skirts or slacks on Free Use Friday, gives prior consent for sex without further discussion. The other party, in this case the PBS, can, at any time, engage in sexual acts with the consenting party. None of the women present will acknowledge anything sexual is happening. For example, you may find a woman wearing a black skirt having a conversation with some coworkers in the breakroom, walk up, bend her over a table and commence fucking her, and no one in the room is to notice you are doing so.As you will be engaging the women at the time of your choosing, it is your responsibility to ensure the firm is not embarrassed or placed in jeopardy. For example, there are circumstances, say when someone is on a video call, that require discretion. Note, this does not mean you cannot or should not engage in sexual acts with them during a call; however, you must carefully consider what the other side will see or hear.During FuF you may find a woman you wish to engage, take any appropriate precautions regarding discretion, pose them as desired, undress them as needed, and get on with business. While they will not acknowledge you, they will participate. For example, if you put their hand around your cock they will stroke you. If you undress a woman you need not redress them when you depart.For your first FuF at the firm, we have decided to keep the rules simple.-Any woman wearing a black or blue dress, skirt or slacks is a consenting player-All woman so consenting give prior consent for: vaginal sex (to include internal ejaculation), oral sex (give/receive through to orgasm), undressing, all manner of breast fondling, facials, titty fucking, and handjobs."I pushed back from the desk and exhaled. Wowzers. I checked the time and found there were still forty-five minutes until my meeting with Ms Olson. Knowing I would not be able to focus on the proposals after that reading, I decided instead to double down on my hydration by knocking back a bottle of water and a pineapple juice.For no reason in particular on this day I was dressed as a custodial engineer, aka janitor. However, after reading over the email a few times I decided to change my attire and opted instead for office intern. Ditching the utility shirt and blue trousers, I donned black slacks, dress shoes, a white shirt and a tie. I left the underwear off as I figured they would just get in the way. Knowing precisely how long it took to get to Ms Olson's office, I left at 13 0 2 and arrived at her door at 13 0 5. Nearly hard before I even opened the door, my brain ran through a dozen scenarios in the brief moment between scanning my key card and opening the door.Ms Olson was behind her desk, engaged in a discussion with someone else that I did not immediately see. Closing the door behind me, I noted the presence of a smartly dressed woman perhaps mid-30s in age. She had black hair in a tight bun at the back of her head, a white blouse, blue blazer and a black skirt. While I recognized her as a recent hire, I did not so much as know her name. Her eyes darted to me for an instant, and a flush came over her otherwise rather pale complexion. It seemed she was ignoring me, which was very much in line with the fantasy angle I'd been told to expect. Of course, the flush was a slight giveaway. After a brief glance, I turned to Ms Olson, who was seated, cross-legged in her chair, one leg slightly swinging."Ms Garland, Elise," the HR rep said, "You are going to have to make a better case than that if you want me to hire an assistant for you.""I, well, you see," the woman I assumed to be Ms Garland said with a slight stammer.I grinned and moved to stand next to Ms Olson as the new woman organized her thoughts. If she was distracted, I didn't do her any favors as I walked up next to Ms Olson, unzipped, withdrew my cock, and placed Ms Olson's hand on it. True to form, she didn't do anything to acknowledge the act as she started to stroke me.Ms Garland cleared her throat and made an effort to maintain eye contact with Ms Olson. "Yes," she said at last with some firmness, "as the new lead of the contracts division it is suboptimal for me to have legal discussions with clients without an assistant to take notes and help me with other necessary administrative tasks."Ms Olson stroked my cock, mindfully running her palm over the head and spreading the increasing pre-cum along my shaft as she considered her response. She said, "Suboptimal you say? I'm intrigued. Please explain how not having an assistant affects you. And be sure to be detailed as I want to be convinced."Suspecting this was a ploy to avoid saying anything, I took a hold of Ms Olson's ever convenient and present ponytail and guided her head down to my dick, where she quite pleasantly took me into her mouth and began to fellate me.I stole a glance at Ms Garland, and found her staring at the wall behind us, trying desperately not to observe the blowjob being performed right in front of her. Her flush was, if anything, even a deeper shade of crimson, her nostrils flared and her nipples now pointy enough to cut glass. She took a deep breath before talking very slowly. "There are, in fact, several reasons. I'll go over a few in detail, as you asked, and then maybe we can discuss them."Ms Olson, not pausing her cock sucking efforts in the slightest, gestured with her free hand to indicate the woman should, in fact, continue."Very well. The most important reason for me to have an assistant is to have someone present for all meetings and phone calls. This allows me to engage in a dynamic and involved conversation, representing the firm with maximum efficiency because I know someone is accurately recording every word said. In my experience, most of the people I engage with will not have that luxury, and this puts them at a disadvantage when we recount terms and conditions from those discussions."Ms Olson pulled off my cock with an audible 'pop' and turned toward the other woman. "I gather you are saying that most of the people you engage in are not as quick as yourself, and when you read their words back to them they are surprised?" Without waiting for a response, she resumed the blowjob.Ms Garland's glance darted toward Ms Olson's head, though again only for an instant. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly as she shook her head, a slight smile on her face. "Not to sound too full of myself, but yes, that is exactly what I am saying."Ms Olson managed to convey a nod with another hand gesture. Ms Garland nodded in response, and said, "My priorities are on the position and protection of Foxx Inc, and that means my time is best spent planning for and engaging with clients, not writing up my notes and preparing documents such as NDAs."Ms Olson again pulled off my cock with a 'pop' and continued to stroke me as she turned and replied, a smile appearing on her face, "Are you saying things such as notes and documents are not worth your time?" And again, she resumed her blowjob efforts.Ms Garland looked annoyed ever so briefly, but Ms Olson was not looking at her. Then, her gaze shifted to me, back to Ms Olson and what she was doing, and she wetted her lips almost obviously, before returning to look past Ms Olson. "Those tasks are certainly worth doing; however, you are not paying me a few hundred dollars an hour to do them."Ms Olson pulled off me, and now I was quite ready to continue my own, er, congress with the HR rep. "I believe we are in agreement on your points so far, Elise. Do continue." As she spoke, I lifted her from the chair and placed one hand between her shoulder blades. Pushing slightly as I had one hand on her hip, she compliantly bent forward over the desk. I tossed her skirt up onto her back as Ms Garland's eyes went wide for a moment as she realized what was about to happen."My final point is more," and she was interrupted by a deep groan from Ms Olson as I sheathed myself fully inside her ever delectable, and wet, cunt. Ms Olson let out a long breath and our new lawyer continued, "well, it is a little more, ah, basic."I began fucking Ms Olson with solid strokes, slamming her hips against the desk as I did. She tried, and failed, to avoid a faint grunt with each thrust. "Please, ugh, Ms Garland, ugh, do, ugh, continue. I'm sure, ugh, that you wouldn't, ugh, ask if you didn't, ugh, need it." Subconsciously or not, she put a heavy emphasis on 'need.'Though we had not been at it long, I sensed she was getting as close as I was. Ms Garland was beet red at this point and breathing almost as hard as Ms Olson. "Yes, well, you see, our clients and competitors all know who does, and does not answer their own phones and make their own appointments. In addition to greatly helping me with my work, an assistant goes a long way toward conveying the firm's status to outsiders."At the moment she finished that statement, I had my fingers on Ms Olson's clit, and I squeezed it as I drove toward my rapidly approaching climax. As expected, she was not far behind me, and she gripped the edge of the desk as she let out a low quiet moan and clenched my cock. With that, I started to come myself. After a moment she let go of the desk with one hand and hit the desk twice, "Fuck," she said in a drawn out way. Then she blew her hair out of her face even as I continued to fill her cunt through our mutual climax.Ms Garland unabashedly gawked at me for a long moment, then looked away. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, I withdrew from Ms Olson, pulled her skirt back down, and pulled up my trousers. As I did so, Ms Olson said, "Well, Elise, I have to say I was on the fence, but your arguments pushed me over the edge and I am fully behind your proposal." Not bothering to smooth her skirt, Ms Olson stood upright and extended her hand, the one she had been stroking me with by the way, to the other woman, "You do understand that your assistant needs to be a woman, and possesses shall we say, certain attitudes?"Ms Garland stood and shook the offered hand, "Thank you. And yes, I am quite clear on the necessary attitudes of Foxx Inc employees."Ms Olson nodded, "Good, then I expect to see the write up for the position this afternoon."The other woman returned the nod, then left the room. Ms Olson at once turned to me and kissed me hard. "God I've missed doing that!" Seeing my confused expression she added, "It's been quite a while since I've been able to arrange and participate in that kind of fantasy. I dare say we surprised Elise even though she knew this was, ah, coming." She sat down and looked up at me with a big grin, "I can't speak for her, but if I'd been sitting there, watching us, I'd be soaked." I returned the grin and she added, "Don't worry, she won't be frustrated for long. You are scheduled to stop by her office at 15 35, though she doesn't know that."Though I had just come a few minutes ago, I could feel myself stirring. "I'll try not to be late." I walked to the door, then realized something, "By the way, do I need to know what Ms Garland's regular tri-graphs are?"Ms Olson gave me a surprised look, "Oh my! How did I miss that you haven't been with her yet?" She snickered, then laughed, then waved a hand at me in dismissal, "Don't worry, I'm sure anything on the free use list I sent you will be fine with her." Then something seemed to occur to her, and she smirked, "Though maybe you should check her badge after all."Back in my office, I freshened up after my delightfully exhibitionist tryst with Ms Olson and sat down to have a look at Ms Garland's calendar. There was a 15 30 meeting with a subject line of "private meeting". I could not see the attendees, but a quick check of Ms Olson's calendar revealed a meeting on the same topic. '15 35', I thought to myself, and then a different idea popped into my head.I finished with the new services contract, sent a signed version on its way, and had another water. I switched to the blue HVAC tech uniform and arrived at Ms Garland's office a little after 15 20. Opening the door her eyes popped as she recognized me. Then she checked her watch and her hand shot to cover her mouth and she squeaked an, "Oh my!" She shook her head and went back to doing whatever it had been when I entered. Closing the door behind me I walked over to stand beside her. I reached down between her blouse covered boobs and picked up her key cards. Her tri-graphs held a surprise for me: REX, NIX, CIP. The last two were relatively common, indicating she preferred for me to ejaculate in her cunt, and she liked everything done with her breasts. The first one though, gave me a pause and it took a moment to remember it. Reluctant exhibitionism. I checked the time, 1525. Looking around the room I decided on a course of action. Standing behind her I put my hands under her arms and had her stand. She said nothing, and kept focused forward as her panties were lowered and removed. I gestured for her to sit, then moved under the desk and rolled her chair forward slightly. Moving her skirt up and out of the way, I moved her knees as far apart as possible before reaching out to stroke the junction of her thighs with both hands. Despite trying to remain 'in character', my strokes so near her cunt resulted in a heavy moan. With one hand I barely brushed her clit, while the other ran up and just between her folds. As I had hoped and expected, she was soaked. I waited for a cue.A couple of minutes later, the door latch clicked and I heard someone enter the room, and I thought it might actually be two people."Gwen, Ashley, good afternoon," said Ms Garland. "Please take a seat."Ah, this meant that not only was Ms Olson present, but so was Ms Maddox, the Managing Partner whom I had met only twice before."You're looking a bit flushed, are you alright?" said Ms Maddox.Ms Garland shifted in her seat slightly, and I did not pause my actions. "I'm fine, really just a little hot, er, warm I think.""Well then," said Ms Olson, "shall we, get to it then?" There was a pause and she continued, "Gwen, Elise has stated some concerns with the impregnation arrangements.""I see," said Ms Maddox, "please explain.""This is a field with surprisingly little case law," began Ms Garland. "Aside from paternity cases arising from sperm donor instances in California, there isn't much out there."I heard all of this clearly, but the context didn't register with me. I kept up my efforts on Ms Garland, who was starting to squirm."So we're clear," said Ms Olson, "the person most likely to be concerned with the terms is the, ah, sperm donor."Ms Maddox said, "You mean Mr Jeffries."And on that note, not a little surprised at this news myself, I pushed two fingers as deep into Ms Garland as I could, and was rewarded with a faint, but noticeable "Ooh!""Yes Elise? What was that?" Ms Olson said, a definite hint of mirth in her voice.Feeling the sponginess of her g-spot, I pressed on it rhythmically and she squirmed, grinding against my fingers. "Ahem, yes, most of the case law is concerned with donor rights and responsibilities after birth, primarily in regards to financial support and visitation." As she spoke I continued to work her cunt, trying to be careful and not to get her too close to coming. She groaned."Are you quite sure you're okay?" asked Ms Maddox. I gathered Ms Garland nodded because a moment later she continued, "Do you think a solution is achievable? She's quite intent on having everything set so she can, well, not to put to fine a point on it, fuck with a purpose when she's ready." Now that we were talking clearly, II decided it was time to move on.I pushed the chair back from the desk while keeping my fingers moving inside her. Once there was space I crawled out from the chair and pulled Ms Garland to her feet. I looked at the two women on the couch, and found they were steadfastly looking right at Ms Garland, pointedly not looking at me. My hands went to the front of her blouse and I started to unbutton it. Her breathing got heavier. "I don't believe there is a way to completely prevent future legal action, but it does seem quite unlikely."Finished with her blouse, I was pleasantly surprised to find a front clasp bra, which was at once undone to release her b-cups to everyone present. Her nipples were like diamonds against my palms.Ms Olson smirked, "So we could say the exposure of the firm would not be a concern?"Before Ms Garland could reply, I dropped my trousers and sat in the chair, my hands moving to Ms Garland's hips. She let out a long breath, knowing what was coming."Nope," she said quickly.Now, with one hand I pulled Ms Garland down to my lap, aiming my cock home with the other. I sighed as she sank down fully on me, sheathing me in her wet warmth."I, Mmm, agree," said Ms Olson with a grin. "I don't believe Mr Jeffries will have an issue when everything is explained. He's a very reasonable person."Ms Maddox nodded and both women stood up from the couch. "Well then, I think this meeting accomplished its purpose, wouldn't you say Ashley?"Ms Olson grinned, "It's close enough to a conclusion, yes. We can leave Elise to finish on her own."The other woman nodded and the two of them turned to go. The moment the door shut Ms Garland jumped up from my lap and pulled me up out of the chair, kissing me very aggressively. "Sorry to break out of the fantasy," she said, then pushed me away and opened the valise next to her desk. Inside was some work out gear, and a pile of folded towels. She handed me two, and said, "Get naked and put those on the floor." She shrugged off her bra and blouse as she said this, then removed her skirt as she strode to the door and locked it. I pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my trousers and lay down on the towels in the center of the room. At once she straddled my hips and started sliding her clit along my length.I moved my head up and took one nipple in my mouth as I pinched the other. Her face next to my ear, she said heavily, "I've never been so turned on as I have been for the last two hours." I tugged on her nipple with my teeth and she moaned. "I don't want to surprise you, so I'll warn you that sometimes I squirt when I'm really excited. And right now I'm way past that. Oh, and if I come really hard, I can get really out of it. Don't let it stop you."I nodded, shifting nipples to suck on the other one. She pulled me away from her chest and kissed me hard, angling her hips as she did and taking me inside her on the next stroke. The next instant she started riding me faster than anyone ever had. Her breathing accelerated, and after maybe thirty seconds she held her breath and then nearly screamed into my mouth. Her cunt clenched around me, and then a veritable flood of hot liquid splashed out of her and all over my abdomen. Her lower body started shaking, then a bit later her breathing changed to a fast pant for just a bit before she collapsed on top of me, completely limp yet still quivering after her orgasm.Remembering what she said, I rolled her onto her back, held on to her knees and fucked her for a very short time before flooding her cunt. It was good, really good, and I sat back on my haunches waiting for her to come back to reality. It was maybe thirty seconds before her eyes fluttered open, she smiled at me, and with one hand she caressed her cunt, feeling me still inside her. She gave her clit a pinch, moaned, then said, "Is it always like this?"Since she hadn't done anything yet to signal I should leave, I gave her a couple strokes and she sighed. "What part exactly?" I asked."Where to begin? I started working here three weeks ago with the understanding that once in a while I'd have the opportunity to visit you for some fooling around. Then yesterday, before I had that chance, Ashley came to my office and asked me if I could help with this free use idea. She said my profile, with 'REX', made me a natural for a first test.""I gather she wasn't wrong about that," I said, and she gestured f

While Christian worship is surely trinitarian, it is also christocentric. One may question how both may be true; yet, considering Christ's complete work in Christian life, an acknowledgement of the christocentricity of Christian worship becomes apparent. Subconsciously, perhaps, many people consider God solely as the Father without realizing the co-equal nature of the Son. Paul argues for Christ's preeminence in his letter to the Colossians. As worshippers of the living God, the preeminence of Christ is vital to God-honoring worship. Here is what Paul writes: He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross (Col 1:15-20). The preeminence of the Son here is clear and should be considered in such a manner that Christian worship teaches and reveals the preeminence of Christ. With that mentioned, there are four constraints that must guide how Christian worship is employed.

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New episodes every Monday! Do you want to be a guest?! Apply to be interviewed for the show, no matter what you do, at our website, where you can also see transcripts, buy merch and buy us a coffee! Pull back the curtain with these short, anonymous and lighthearted insights into the lives of working people to help you understand their attitudes to careers, desires for work/life balance, where they've come from and where they are going to in their employment lives. These professionals are from all parts of the world and all walks of life, but they are not your careers advisor or employment agency and they won't help you understand everything about a job. Hell, they won't even tell you what their title is! This is all about entertaining you with a bitesized, off-centre glance at all of the weird, wonderful and woeful ways to make money in this world, as we present random people asking themselves, What The Hell Is My Job?! Music by DJ Mood Lighting Are you looking for a new job or new career? Are you looking for a a seasonal or temp employment or are you looking for a career change? Or are you just one of those weird curious people who can get into anything especially if it's in podcast form, like we are? Then this is for you! We're not just about employment, money and careers. We look at global work life stories that are inspiring, funny and candid. Other podcasts we like: 99% Invisible  Articles Of Interest If Books Could Kill Hanging Out With Audiophiles  You're Wrong About Queer As Fact Decoder Ring Growing Up With Gal-Dem Twenty Thousand Hertz Stuff The British Stole  

Five years. That's it.   According to research this week, manual cars will be essentially extinct within five years.   It shouldn't really come as a great surprise, I suppose. EVs don't require a manual gearbox, and already this decade there has been a pronounced decline in the production of new manual cars.   My first car was a manual. So was my second. The last thing I did before I moved overseas in my twenties was drive with my brother from Auckland to Christchurch, the long way. We shifted up and down, through the gears, all the way around the East Cape. Everyone I knew back then learnt to drive in a manual, unaware of the redundancy that lay around the corner.   My dad had strong views on the subject. Automatic transmission seemed kind of posh. My friends, whose parents had cooler, newer cars than our family van (which wasn't exactly hard) all had automatics. The first time I drove one, I left it in Drive when I switched it off, and freaked out when I couldn't re-start it. Dad always said that a manual gave you more control.  He was right, of course. If you learnt to drive a manual, you were connected to your vehicle and to the road in a way that was never replicated in an automatic. Subconsciously you'd read inclines, you'd assess the breadth and tightness of corners. Is that a corner for second or will I glide around in third? You listened to the car. Most obviously, you used both hands and both feet.   I remember how satisfying it was to master a hill start in a manual car. All-four limb coordination. The way you ease the handbrake off, and perfectly balance the clutch and the gas so you don't move an inch, and balance perfectly against the incline. How good?!  Driving's changed. These days most modern cars are fancy computers on wheels. They beep at you with lane assists and prompts. And the vast majority of cars which people sit their licenses in are automatic.   I haven't owned a manual in 12 years. But even today, when I drive over the mighty Takaka Hill, I always use the tiptronic gears. Better control. Less work for the brakes. Connection to the road.   There's no changing the course of progress on this one. Nor should there be. Whatever benefits there are to getting the World off fossil fuels surely outweigh the downsides.   But it doesn't mean I won't miss the steady glide up and down through the gears.   Driving an auto isn't really driving. It's commuting.   Driving a manual... that's the real thing. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We know that we may subconsciously get in our own way - what happens when we may be getting in the way of manifesting a loving, intimate, romantic relationship?This week I welcome guest Roy Biancalana, Certified Conscious Relationship Coach and author of several books, including his most recent Relationship Bootcamp: Hardcore Training For Life, Love & The Pursuit Of Intimacy.This is such a juicy conversation where we dig into masculine and feminine energy, how to identify our 'home' energy, how to power up the spark in our relationships by centering into our home energy as well how we may be subconsciously blocking ourselves from creating a loving, intimate, romantic relationship in the first place.Roy shares several jewels of wisdom with us on the podcast today and regardless of your relationship status, this is a powerful episode to tune into.If you'd like to connect further with Roy, purchase his latest book or take the Relationship Fitness Level test, head on over to coachingwithroy.com.--If you found this episode insightful, be sure to share it with your friends!And I'd love it if you leave a review of the podcast on your fav podcast streaming app as it really helps get the word out into the world.BONUS: Take a screenshot of your review or simply you listening to the podcast and share it out on the socials! Tag me @amyvanmeijl on Instagram so I can celebrate you!Follow me on Instagram @amyvanmeijl for daily updates, fun reveals and the latest offerings available.

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://lifetapestrycreations.wordpress.com/2024/04/29/Subconsciously-exploring-frequencies-dimensions-and-time-zones/ Subconsciously Exploring Frequencies, Dimensions, & Time Zones is the title of this week's channeled blog. You're flipping in and out of time zones, dimensions, and frequencies, so you feel neither here nor there physically. This is merely a glimpse of what can be. You're reviewing your options and studying various areas of interest before selecting the areas most appropriate for your path. Even though your life may now feel haphazard, all is well in your world. Copyright 2009-2024. All rights reserved. Feel free to share this content with others, post it on your blog, etc. But please maintain the integrity of this channel by including the channel's name, Brenda Hoffman, and the source website link: LifeTapestryCreations.com.  --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/brenda-hoffman6/message

Therapist, author and podcaster Emma Reed Turrell joins Dr Alex George to explain the blind spots we all have that could affect our relationship with ourselves and our loved ones. In part 1, Emma explains the 4 Blind Spot Profiles so you can figure out which one you are, so listen and find out if you are a Rock, Gladiator, Hustler or Bridge. Follow Emma @emmareedturrell and get her new book ‘What Am I Missing?' Follow the podcast on Instagram @thestompcastTo improve your mental fitness, get Dr Alex's book The Mind ManualDownload Mettle: the mental fitness app for men Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Comparing is an exercise in futility and can actually be very harmful…and yet we all do it. Would we be so inclined to give in to this trap if we really understood God's perspective? Join host Julie Harwick as she explores this topic. *** Welcome to Women World Leaders podcast. I'm your host, Julie Harwick. Thank you for joining me today as we celebrate God's grace in our lives, in this ministry and around the world. In the summer of 1981 I, along with nearly every other female on the planet, was captivated at the prospect of a royal wedding. Charles and Diana fever was spreading with every print publication in the checkout line and every television or radio news broadcast. The elusive prince had finally selected his princess from all the fairest maidens in the land.  Lady Diana Spencer was part of the nobility, but she was a kindergarten teacher for heaven's sake; what could make her more relatable than that? As we watched her walking through the Scottish Highlands with her prince, showing the world her royal engagement ring and answering some of the hundreds of questions being shouted to her by the press, we imagined what it might be like to be her.  Nearly every little girl dreams of being a princess: wearing beautiful gowns and tiaras, dancing the night away at elegant balls, living in incredible luxury, being adored and admired by the people and especially by a charming prince!  Diana Spencer was about to have all  those dreams come true. When she walked down that long aisle of St. Paul's Cathedral with angelic flower girls monitoring her enormously long train, we couldn't help but envy her. Her face didn't show the excitement we felt, but we wrote it off to nerves and shyness. Years later, we discovered that her lack of enthusiasm on her wedding day was due to something much deeper than nerves or shyness. What had appeared to be a dream come true to her adoring public was becoming more and more of a nightmare to the young princess. We could see the distance that was growing between her and her prince, but we couldn't see the depression and sense of betrayal that led to bulimia and five separate suicide attempts. We had never considered what it might be like to have to put on a happy face and make unrelenting royal appearances while being hounded by paparazzi and reporters in the midst of an emotional crisis.  The life that had seemed so idyllic and desirable turned out to be anything but that. How many times have we looked at someone else's life with envy, thinking that, in comparison to the life we're living, they seem to have it all. Our human tendency to compare what we have with others goes way back. In fact, 20% of the 10 commandments God gave to Moses have to do with comparison and envy.  We are cautioned not to covet a neighbor's spouse or possessions. If we already have a spouse or possessions, what would make us want someone else's?  The only possible answer is that we've compared the two and theirs looks better. The ancient Israelites struggled with it and so do we…especially with the advent of social media. Author Srinivas Rao says, “ There's always someone who has more…more fans, followers, traffic, likes, etc.  Social media-fueled comparison is a game in which there is no endpoint. It causes us to lose sight of the fact that we are getting a deliberately,  highly- filtered, one-dimensional view of someone's life.”  A study published by security and research firm Kapersky Labs  surveyed  over 16,000 people and concluded that sites like Facebook, X and Instagram can often leave people feeling upset or “bitter” rather than happy and content.  Contentment is elusive - especially for those who spend a lot of time on social media. Google reports that in a study involving 1500 Facebook users, more than 60 percent felt inadequate or jealous after comparing themselves to others on Facebook. Social media can be a great way to maintain long distance relationships, share important milestones and events with people who want to know and to bring attention to causes or organizations that we want to support. But like anything else, it can easily be misused and wind up hurting us or the people who view our posts. The U.K.'s  “Nursing Times” reported that a mental health patient in an in-patient recovery group confessed, “I've just been admitted to this ward, and I feel awful.  But I go online, and my friends are getting married, one's had a baby, a couple are on holiday…They all look great, and they are all certainly having a better time than me.” It's pretty clear that social media is here to stay, so if it's a problem for us, we either have to avoid it or develop a new perspective.  Developing a new perspective doesn't come easily because comparison is so deeply rooted in created beings.  It goes all the way back to the first sin which was committed by a supernatural being.  In Isaiah 14 we are given the back story on Satan. He was known as the Morning Star, Son of the Dawn, the most beautiful creature in all of God's creation, designed to lead others in the worship of God.  But rather than recognizing the worthiness of God for such worship, he envied God's higher position and desired it for himself, saying, “I will make myself like the Most High.”  When God created humans, Satan took a similar approach to lead them into sin.  He convinced Eve that the reason that God had instructed them not to eat from the tree in the center of the garden was because He knew if they did, they would be like Him, knowing good from evil. That was the reason, but it wasn't because He wanted to hold onto His superiority over them, because He was God and nothing could change that.  But Satan appealed to Eve's desire to have everything God had. If we really think about it, we'd recognize that the root of all sin, pride, is at the heart of our need to compare ourselves to others and ideally come out on top. Just like Eve, we bristle at the thought of someone having something we don't have.  A NerdWallet survey revealed that 3 in 5 Americans, 57%, have felt envious of someone else's financial situation. We can't help but notice people who are able to dress better, drive nicer vehicles and live in better homes. When I lived in a neighborhood and took the dog for a walk, I found myself noticing my neighbors' beautiful landscaping and perfectly maintained homes.  It started me thinking of my own yard that was in desperate need of edging and trimming, the shrubs that were overgrown and the pollen and mildew stains on the windowsills. Their homes looked much better than mine and what had previously brought me great joy and gratitude became a problem and a source of discontent. When we first moved into the house, I recall having the thought, “I can't believe that this is our home!  As a child, I never would have imagined that I could own something like this.”  But when I started comparing what I had with what others had, the awe and thankfulness I had experienced then was replaced by a desire for something better. Our tendencies to compare aren't limited to material possessions either. As women, we notice the appearance of other women. Subconsciously we note if they have better figures, fewer wrinkles, nicer hairstyles.  When we look in a mirror we think of those women and see only our flaws staring back at us. Sometimes it's the gifts and talents of others that make us feel less than. We can't sing or speak or make friends as well as the people around us, so there must be something lacking in us.  We even compare our families, possibly having thoughts like, “ Look how her husband puts his arm around her and opens the car door for her! Sometimes I wonder if mine even realizes I'm here. And her children are so well behaved, and they excel at everything they do. My kids are constantly embarrassing me with their behavior and if there's something they're exceptional in, we haven't found it yet.”  If we're honest, we'd all have to admit to having at least some thoughts like these. Comparing ourselves to others nearly always leads to dissatisfaction and if, by chance, we come out ahead in our comparison, it leads to equally harmful pride.  It's a losing proposition either way, but we keep falling into it…at least I do. Jesus was quick to shut down any comparisons between His disciples. After He asked Peter three times if he loved Him and instructed him to “feed my sheep,” he gave Peter a vision of his future which included being bound and taken places he didn't want to go.  That future didn't sound very appealing to him and perhaps because misery loves company he wanted to know what would happen to John.  In John 21:22 Jesus basically told Peter, “you do you,” saying “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.”  It was an important reminder that in order to follow Jesus, Peter needed to keep his eyes fixed on Jesus, not the people around him. The Apostle Paul also had quite a bit to say about comparing. In Galatians 6:4 he writes, “ Let everyone be sure that he is doing his very best, for then he will have the personal satisfaction of work well done and won't need to compare himself with someone else. 5 Each of us must bear some faults and burdens of his own. For none of us is perfect!” Apparently the church at Corinth had been doing a lot of comparing in the area of spiritual gifts which prompted Paul in 1 Corinthians 12 to devote an entire chapter to explaining how no one gift was more important than another.  He compared spiritual gifts to the parts of a human body, noting that all perform different, but very necessary functions. He points out, “ if the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact, God has placed the parts of the body, every one of them, just as He wanted them to be.” “Just as He wanted them to be…” that's a phrase that should stick in our minds when we are tempted to compare ourselves with others.  Even as God gave us the spiritual gifts He desired us to have, has He not also given us our bodies, our minds, our families and everything we have, just as He desired? There is no doubt that God created us as unique and carefully planned individuals…just as He wanted us to be.  In Psalm 139 He reminds us that He knew us even before we were born and that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. “How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God,” the psalmist says, adding, “How vast is the sum of them!”  His thoughts about us are precious and beyond imagination. He created each of us to be exactly who we are, like no one else. So comparing ourselves to others is not only pointless, but it reveals our lack of understanding that God, in His infinite wisdom, created us to be exactly who we are. And what He thinks of us, and remember, those thoughts are precious, matters far more than what we or anyone else thinks. If we truly intend to follow Jesus as He has commanded us to, we need to take our eyes off of the people around us that may seem to have something we lack, and fix them on the One Who has everything we need.  Thanks for listening to Women World Leaders podcast!  Join us each week as we explore together God's extravagant love and your courageous purpose.  Visit our website at www.womenworldleaders.com to submit a prayer request, register for an upcoming event, and support the ministry.  From His heart to yours, we are Women World Leaders .  All content is copyrighted by Women World Leaders and cannot be used without written consent.  

Have you ever been lost in a conversation with someone and totally lost track of time? You enjoy it so much. Why? Subconsciously, you are connecting with them, and God made us for connection. In this episode we dive into the research behind what makes "super communicators" and how we can emulate their practices in marriage. Enjoy. 

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Welcome to THRIVE, it's me, Karli, and I'm joined by Systems Expert, Freedom Creator and Mentor, Amanda Petra This convo is epic. It reinforces the MAGIC that comes when we show up, and lead ourselves to take action, even when we feel a bit uncomfortable. Most of what we spoke about came from a story Amanda had shared earlier - that she wasn't even going to share! We chat about: Our evolving journeys in business Freedom, and cultivating it from within Opening ourselves up vulnerably to criticism Overcoming fears to move to Australia! Subconscious blocks from our past experiences, and how they come up and inhibit our growth Some of the beliefs and experiences we've personally had to integrate Fear of success AND heaps more! To connect with Amanda, you can find her on Instagram @amanda.petra__ Launchpad CRM @launchpadcrm Your Untamed Life Podcast @your.untamed.life If you loved this episode, please drop in and leave a 5⭐ rating, as this will help us get this poddy into the ears of more incredible conscious humans.

Can you do everything? This year, so far, (2024), Fay has been making a jigsaw of her diary to get 'on top' of everything.  Subconsciously, she has seen messages from 'everywhere' saying 'you can't do everything'! What happens as a result of taking everything on board - where does this leave us as people? Before we know it, all our spare hours can be taken up with things we need to do - so we end up with no space to just 'be'. We can get into a habit of feeling that we must always be 'doing, doing, doing'.  But, here's the thing - just 'being' is enough! Just with yourself without distractions of tv, music, a book, a podcast, etc.  Contact Fay - https://www.fayblakey.com  Rebekah - https://www.quest4est.co.uk Thank you to Jon at Wahhoo Media for our production: https://www.wahhoo.co.uk

Welcome to In Search of Excellence! My guest today is Martin Luther King III, a human rights activist, advocate, and philanthropist. He is the oldest son and the oldest living child of the civil rights icons, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott King. For the past five decades, Martin has continued his parents' legacy by dedicating his life to equality, social justice, and nonviolent activism, and is honored that activism through his dedication to human rights, voting access, gun violence prevention, race relations, and other important social causes. He advocates for underserved communities and he has led initiatives, including the King Center for Nonviolent Social Change, and he has also been awarded the Rosa L. Parks Award and the Lantern of Peace Award. Time stamps:01:56 Martin Luther King as a father- MLK III was 10 years old when MLK Jr. was killed- When he wasn't on the road, he spent time with his children- People always wanted to speak to him05:55 Moving to Atlanta and bullying- The first African American kids to integrate the Atlanta school- A kid with issues started bullying them- The change in their relationship- Mental health issues and bullying10:37 An advice to parents whose kids are bullied- Work to build a strong foundation within your children- Figure out how to fortify your child- Martin Luther King's speech about resilience 13:00 When did he find out how important was his dad?- Fully aware when he was assassinated- Many famous people used to come to their house- The president Kennedy was at his funeral- Listened to his dad's speeches later in life18:46 Traveling with his dad- His dad traveled a lot- 80% of the time he traveled alone- He would always seek his wife's advice and counsel- They met at Boston University- Moving to Montgomery and becoming the leader in the community23:16 The constant threat on Martin Luther King's life- The incident with a burning cross- Martin Luther King was in constant danger- A bomb was thrown at their home in Montgomery- The New York attack and the cross on the skin30:30 Martin Luther's King Jr. assassination- The day Martin Luther King Jr. was killed- Comforting conversations with his mother- His mom led the march on Memphis before the funeral35:00 The influence of I Had a Dream speech- The Civil Rights March in Washington- A speech that could be felt by everyone- The last message delivered at the National Cathedral- How to disagree without being disagreeable- It's important to have common ground and build relationships41:38 The winning of the Nobel prize- A validation that he was on the right road- Wanted to create a better world for all of God's children- Always better to resolve conflict than to pick up arms- His message is equally needed today45:36 Forgiveness and hatred- Dad and mom taught them to forgive- How to handle losing a loved one?- His grandmother and uncle were killed in the next 5 years- The traumatic meaning of special bulletins- His grandfather meets his wife's murderer- Harboring hatred or finding a way to release and love54:00 The burden of his name- Subconsciously felt the challenges- His mother liberated him by sayiSponsors:Sandee | Bliss: BeachesWant to Connect? Reach out to us online!Website | Instagram | LinkedIn

If you could push the boundaries of reality, what would you create as the new norm? Maybe humans have wings and can fly, or we can get to Mars and back in the same day. In today's message, the Universe challenges us by saying the only reason we can't do things like grow extra limbs, is because we don't believe it's possible. Maybe we should be more open to thinking outside the box, and let evolution support us in new expanded beliefs. Join me your host & fellow co-creator, Carlie, on day 350 from Abraham Hicks, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠'365 Ways to Make Your Dreams a Reality'⁠, as the Universe challenges us to be part of the biological evolution of our species. We have evolved to this point when not too long ago, our spine couldn't even support us in standing up straight. Who's to say we cant evolve to grow another hand if we lose one? ✨ If you are interested in personalized manifestation tools tailored to and made just for you like self concept rampages, guided meditations, affirmations, and subliminals, click ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. ✨ Connect with me for more conscious creating on my ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Happy Manifesting Powerful Soul! Sending you all peace, love, and high vibes!

Dr Heather Browne's Mom was magical, exquisite, cultured, and a joy to be around. However, amidst the beauty, Heather's mother struggled with schizophrenia. Heather's childhood unfolded in the magical realm her mother created, offering Heather a unique perspective on the fluidity of our sense of reality and the profound influence we hold over our own perceptions. Today, Heather is renowned as the Reframe Queen of Orange County, encouraging us to introspectively connect with questions like 'What am I thinking?' 'What am I choosing?' and 'Why am I choosing this?' These inquiries ultimately lead to a pivotal question: 'Are my thoughts allowing me to heal?' In this quick chat episode, Heather shares about the transformative power of reframing your thoughts and the impact it can have on our journey towards healing. You can find Dr Heather Browne at her ⁠WEBSITEListen to her TED TALK HEREIf you have a story to share for this podcast please connect with me on ⁠⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM⁠ ⁠⁠⁠or send an email to ⁠⁠⁠⁠HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠. I would LOVE! to connect with you. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Did you know there are 5 Content Gatekeepers your listeners must pass before hitting play on your episode? Nail this, and you'll stop potential fans from scrolling past your show.  In this episode, you'll learn the secrets to create binge-worthy content that:Subconsciously attracts new listeners to your showGets listeners choosing *your* podcast over your competitionKeeps your listeners listening through to the end of every episodeCompels listeners to reach out and ask, “How do I work with you!?”Ready to create podcast content your listeners can't ignore? Hit play and let's dive in! Liked this episode? Share it on social and tag me @thecourtneyelmer Love the show? Leave a 5-star review and let me know!Want to launch a Top 100 podcast of your own? Join me for our next free, no pitch, LIVE WorkshopJoin 1500+ entrepreneurs and get access to the weekly Own Your Voice digital newsletter with insider tips on how to start and grow top-ranked podcast so you can create the greater influence, income, and impact you deserve. Connect with Courtney: Website Instagram Linked In

Are you feeling like you're stuck in your old patterns, trying to change them, but not seeing progress?   In this episode, I discuss how your subconscious beliefs shape your life; often without you even realizing it. I explain how these hidden beliefs hold you back from achieving what you want. This episode focuses on making you aware of your beliefs, understanding how they control you, and learning to challenge them.   Your beliefs literally drive how you live your lives, yet most of us don't recognize this because beliefs operate at a subconscious level. Any limitation we have in life can be tied back to some subconscious belief. If you want to remove those limitations, you need to challenge the underlying beliefs.   Beliefs control your thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. In the episode, I provide examples of statements to illustrate how your reactions reveal your beliefs on a topic.    Naturally, you will defend and cling to beliefs that you feel strongly about, which takes energy. The more beliefs you have, the more you have to defend.    As humans, we tend to believe others should share our beliefs, and when the external world violates our beliefs then we react negatively. Any area where you feel stuck or not getting what you want stems from subconscious beliefs about that specific situation.   So what do you have to do to counter these beliefs?    Questioning each belief as it comes into your head is vital. By questioning I mean; do these beliefs serve who you truly are? Will they serve you in times you need success OR will they hold you back?   Explore the assumed cause, identity, and meaning tied to your bothersome beliefs. This creates psychological space between the belief and your reaction.   When irritated, stuck, frustrated, or confused; ask yourself these questions to reveal the hidden belief and experience it differently. This starts to dismantle limitations.   Transformational Takeaway:   Anytime you feel stuck, angry, or not getting what you want in life, shift your attention inward. Ask yourself, “What meaning am I giving this situation?” “What belief might I be clinging to?” “Is this certain belief serving me well?” Questioning your beliefs creates space for new possibilities to emerge. VISIT THE SHOW NOTES HERE FOR MORE: https://www.jimfortin.com/298   LIKED THE EPISODE? If you're the kind of person who likes to help others, then share this with your friends and family. If you have found value, they will too. Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts so we can reach more people.   OTHER RESOURCES YOU MAY ENJOY: My Instagram account My Facebook page Free Training “Discover How To Eliminate Fear And Negativity In An Instant” Click here to send your questions   UPCOMING EVENTS: Join the waitlist for the upcoming Transformational Coaching Program   Thank you for listening!  With Gratitude, Jim Fortin

In this episode,  we focus on Veterans Treatment Court (VTC) in District 11A which covers Harnett, Johnston, and Lee counties. Guests include Veterans Court Director Zane Campbell, District Attorney Suzanne Matthews (Prosecutorial District 12), and Harnett County Clerk of Superior Court Renee Whittenton. In the interview, guests discuss the court's process, the issues veterans face returning to civilian life, and Campbell shares his experience as a graduate of VTC before becoming its director. "I was struggling with opioid addiction. I was using substances to help combat all of the craziness that was going on in my head. Subconsciously, I didn't even realize what was going on," said Campbell on the podcast. "This court truly did save my life. I don't think I would be sitting here talking about any of this had it not been for this court." VTCs are one of six types of Recovery Courts within the Judicial Branch. These courts are designed to assist chemically dependent offenders with their court ordered treatment plans. The VTC in District 11A is one of eight VTCs in the state which have the mission to help veterans involved in the court system due to mental health disorders, trauma, and substance use. The goal of each VTC is to connect eligible veterans with benefits and treatment earned through military service. To learn more about VTCs, please visit NCcourts.gov.

What we will be talking about: In our life, we have subconscious values - the things that we ultimately value in and for ourselves and what we value in others- patterns of behavior we run that are aligned with what we determine to be good/important to us. Values drive everything we do- yet we do not wake up in the morning and say “What subconscious values will I be implementing today” https://jocelynvance.clickfunnels.com/launch-page-11681927609881

Episode 9 is out and its with your favourite co-host team Cherry and Emma - totally unmasked and unfiltered. This episode discusses signs and symptoms around masking ADHD. We talk openly about the way you might be able to spot whether you are subconsciously masking or not and we talk about the knock on effect masking has on your life and mental health. Hopefully this episode will help you and people around you understand ADHD better and how they might be able to support you and how you might be able to support yourself. But most importantly we want you to feel at home, safe and not alone anymore with our unfiltered podcast.

The son of an actor, Australian screenwriter Abe Forsythe grew up around creatives. “I spent a lot of time backstage as a kid,” he says. “Sitting in the green room, watching Dad perform. Subconsciously, it made me realize you can have a career following your creative path.” Outside of his immediate influences, Forsythe was influenced by the early work of Peter Jackson, specially a horror film called Bad Taste. “I became obsessed with it. There was something about the fact that he made that movie on his own, shot in New Zealand over four years, playing two roles himself, doing the effects himself.” This self-reliant approach, along with watching other Jackson films like Braindead with an audience, sparked something inside of Forsythe. “Seeing his progression from Bad Taste to Meet the Feebles to Brainddead to Heavenly Creatures, I thought, ‘This guy can do anything.'” “I feel like I'm still chasing how those movies and those experiences made me feel.” In his own work, Forsythe has gained some notoriety for films like Down Under, Little Monsters, and the recent series, Wolf Like Me. “I'm trying to connect to that inner child,” says the screenwriter. Blending the personal within the lanes of genre, the show is about an emotional wreck named Gary who struggles to provide for his wife after the death of his wife. This is when he meets Mary, a woman with a secret she can't bring herself to tell another being. Want more? Steal my first book, Ink by the Barrel - Secrets From Prolific Writers right now for free. Simply head over to www.brockswinson.com to get your free digital download and audiobook. If you find value in the book, please share it with a friend as we're giving away 100,000 copies this year. It's based on over 400 interviews here at Creative Principles. Enjoy! If you enjoy the podcast, would you please consider leaving a short review on Apple Podcasts? It only takes about 60-seconds and it really helps convince some of the hard-to-get guests to sit down and have a chat (simply scroll to the bottom on your iTunes Podcast app and click “Write Review"). Enjoy the show!

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Are you subconsciously blocking your blessings with your daily habits? In this episode I'm sharing some of the unexpected ways you may be preventing your dreams from manifesting AND what to do instead. JOIN THE MEMBERSHIP ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Becoming Her Collective⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ FREE 4-PART PRIVATE PODCAST: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Unstuck: Deep Strategies To Manifest Your Dream Lifestyle⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ IMPORTANT LINKS Let's stay connected: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠efiasulter.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠|⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Remember to review, subscribe, and share! ** Enjoyed this episode? Support the podcast here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ko-fi.com/efias⁠

Paddy Danda welcomes Alfie Noakes, a stand-up comedy MC, promoter, and coach. Alfie shares insights into the superpower of making people laugh and how it can be a valuable skill in various contexts. He emphasizes that anyone can try stand-up comedy and provides practical tips for incorporating humour into talks and presentations. The episode delves into the psychology of audience engagement and the importance of storytelling in comedy.

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 Why you can't love yourself after a trauma bond?Don't get me wrong, I think self-love is crucial.But I get irritated with social media quick quotes or whatever saying "just love yourself". Here's my issue - it's not as easy if you've been trauma bonded. If anything it feels near impossible and it is super deflating for people hearing this message, trying to self love, but not having it in them.There are 4 main issues that are intertwined as to why it's hard to self-love following a trauma bond:1. Deep rooted attachment issues. People who are attracted into trauma bonds tend to have anxious or avoidant attachment styles which involve: I can only be loved if I please the other person. Therefore my ability to be loveable is reliant on external validation, and "being good enough"2. Identity. Through a trauma bond you lose your identity due to being gaslit and you resign having control. You were love bombed at the start when there were the "good" parts of you on show, and so you work hard to "create the perfect / good enough identity" to be loved. But this also means you move further away from your true self.3. Subconscious template. Subconsciously we create a level of worth - what I am worthy of and what you are worthy of - and in a trauma bond, you view your partner's worth as being higher than yours.4. Brain wiring. You become hypersensitive to any signs that could be interpreted as you being inadequate.What to do?Speak to your younger and innocent self. Check in with how your younger self is. Ask what does your younger self want.As your adult version, offer your innocent and young self compassion and love. Know that you just wanted to be accepted and there is so much space for you.Also, if you want to register your interest to join my community and program for support and healing, please contact me -You can find me on instagram at dr.sarahalsawy or on my website at www.healtraumabonding.com Message me with the word "Healing" and I'll be in touch!Support the showSet yourself up for relationship success. Whether you're surviving infidelity, solving relationship problems, improving your relationship, growing your self-worth and confidence amidst a trauma bond, here's the place to be.Helping you to feel relationship empowered and set you up for relationship success.LinkedIn Dr Sarah Alsawy-Davies Instagram @dr.sarahalsawy Website www.healtraumabonding.com

On today's episode I'm chatting with the COO of Cymbiotika, Durana Elmi. Durana is such an inspiration and through this discussion we talk about the difficult upbringing she faced being born and raised in Afghanistan, overcoming challenges of difference in opinions from her father, and using it as motivation to get her to where she is now. We talk about the importance of your thoughts, how you speak to yourself and to others, the power of positive affirmations, and setting attainable goals. There are so many great tips on how to start your own business, what to look for when hiring employees, and how to create longevity within your company. Enjoy!To connect with Durana on Instagram, click HERE. To connect with Durana on Tiktok, click HERE. To check out Cymbiotika, click HERE.To connect with Siff on Tiktok, click HERE.To connect with Siff on Instagram, click HERE.To learn more about Arrae, click HERE. This episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct, or indirect financial interest in products, or services referred to in this episode.Visit cymbiotika.com and use code DREAMBIGGER for 15% off site wide or create your custom bundle and get up to 45% off.Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We would start to see some initial success, and then bam, before we know it, we'd be back taking old actions, having the same old thoughts, and losing all the momentum we were creating.Looking back, we would stop doing the things that were actually starting to create success for ourselves.Thankfully learned some painful lessons, and we'd like to share them with you.Which is why today, we want to share 3 signs that we should have known showed we were afraid of success, and what we did when we found out we were.--------------------Are you into personal development and want to grow exponentially as a team?Sign up and get access to our FREE business leadership bookclub at https://resources.modernleadership.us/bookclub where we choose various leadership and business books to dive into as a team and help each other take our growth to the next level!

At times, we may struggle with feelings of purposelessness or unworthiness, doubting if we are still within the grace of God. Today, Merisa shares an uplifting message on finding hope and restoration in Christ Jesus.

929. While we were looking into why we use the word "score" to mean "twenty," our minds were blown by how many languages still have remnants of a base-20 counting system. And then we learned the secret rules that explain why some plurals end with an "s" sound and others end with a "z" sound. It was quite a week!| Transcript:  https://grammar-girl.simplecast.com/episodes/score-dogz/transcript| The "score" segment was written by Susan K. Herman,  a retired U.S. Government multidisciplined language analyst, analytic editor, and language instructor.| The "Cats and Dogz" segment was written by Valerie Fridland, a professor of linguistics at the University of Nevada in Reno and the author of "Like Literally, Dude: Arguing for the Good in Bad English." You can find her at valeriefridland.com| Subscribe to the newsletter for regular updates.| Watch my LinkedIn Learning writing courses.| Peeve Wars card game. | Grammar Girl books. | HOST: Mignon Fogarty| VOICEMAIL: 833-214-GIRL (833-214-4475) or https://sayhi.chat/grammargirl| Grammar Girl is part of the Quick and Dirty Tips podcast network.Audio engineer: Nathan SemesEditor: Adam CecilAdvertising Operations Specialist: Morgan ChristiansonMarketing and Publicity Assistant: Davina TomlinDigital Operations Specialist: Holly HutchingsIntern: Kamryn Lacy| Theme music by Catherine Rannus.| Grammar Girl Social Media Links: YouTube. TikTok. Facebook. Instagram. LinkedIn. Mastodon.

Have you ever felt like you're "fueling the wound" instead of "healing the wound"? This is a common challenge that many people face on their journey towards healing and self-improvement.  In this quick IQ episode, Brandy shares key areas that keep people stuck and what you can do to truly transform them.   Whether you're new to the journey of healing and spirituality or a seasoned veteran, this podcast will offer valuable insights and guidance on how to become your best self. Tune in and let's embark on this transformative journey together. Come join us! Additional links and resources:  Email contact: support@brandygillmore.com Website: https://brandygillmore.com Free Training: https://brandygillmore.com/healing Healing Course: https://brandygillmore.com/join-course Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/brandy.gillmore/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/brandygillmore/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/BrandyGillmore TEDx Talk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dEbqRYqY_0 Topics: past trauma, guilt, mistakes, self-blame, judgment