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Cats may dominate his life, but Adam Myatt -- aka The Catman of West Oakland -- is also a working audio engineer and a longtime musician who somehow makes time for it all. Meowzers, it's a lot! In this special episode, we visit the Catman in his personal studio and mixing space, Hand Me Down Recording, to find out about his wild journey to becoming the Bay Area's most famous cat rescuer, how his musical projects play a role in his cat-centric life, and the local community of musicians he actively supports. Adam's Selections: "Living The Dream" - James & Evander (2012) "One Pacifico Swing" - Hoodcats (2012) "Swaying in Debris" - Professor Mum (2024) "Sandwiches" - Daniel Lee Diemidio (2025) "Chariots of Fur" - Ambient Mewsic (from the album Music for Cats to Nap To/2025)
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Recorded 4th May 2024visit: http://beautyofreallove.com/visit: https://sadhumaharaja.net/audio: https://tinyurl.com/BeautyOfRealLove#raganugabhakti #bhaktiyoga #radha
La primera se refiere a una escuela de especulación intelectual surgida en el último cuarto del siglo XX en el Reino Unido, y propone obras disonantes y atonales, densas y abstractas. La segunda recupera, a partir de la llegada del minimalismo, elementos tonales olvidados._____Has escuchadoDistentio (1992) / Walter Zimmermann. Ensemble Recherche. Mode (2002)Et lux (2009) / Wolfgang Rihm. Huelgas Ensemble, Paul Van Nevel, director; Minguet Quartett, cuarteto de cuerda. ECM (2015)Funérailles I (1969-1977) / Brian Ferneyhough. Arditti Quartet; Ensemble Recherche; Virginie Tarrête, arpa. Stradivarius (2005)Time and Motion Study I (1971-77) / Brian Ferneyhough. Carl Rosman, clarinete bajo. Etcétera (1998)_____Selección bibliográficaÁLVAREZ FERNÁNDEZ, Miguel, “Disonancia y emancipación: comodidad en/de algunas estéticas musicales del siglo XX”. Espacio Sonoro, n.º 4: [PDF]BALIK, Jessica, “Romantic Subjectivity and West German Politics in Wolfgang Rihm's Jakob Lenz”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 47, n.º 2 (2009), pp. 228-248*BONS, Joël, “Entretien avec Brian Ferneyhough”. En: Musique en création. Contrechamps Editions, 1997*COURTOT, Francis, Brian Ferneyhough: figures et dialogues. L'Harmattan, 2009*DELIÈGE, Célestin, Cinquante ans de modernité musicale: de Darmstadt à l'IRCAM. Contribution historiographique à une musicologie critique. Mardaga, 2003*DUNCAN, Stuart Paul, “Re-Complexifying the Function(s) of Notation in the Music of Brian Ferneyhough and the ‘New Complexity'”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 48, n.º 1 (2010), pp. 136-172*FERNÁNDEZ, Isaac D. G., “Los retornos en la música contemporánea”. Sinfonía Virtual: Revista de Música Clásica y Reflexión Musical, n.º 8 (2008), consultada el 21 de junio de 2023: [Web]FERNEYHOUGH, Bryan, “Form-Figure-Style: An Intermediate Assessment”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 31, n.º 1 (1993), pp. 32-40*FISK, Josiah, “The New Simplicity: The Music of Górecki, Tavener and Pärt”. The Hudson Review, vol. 47, n.º 3 (1994), pp. 394-412*FOX, Christopher, “Walter Zimmermann's Vom Nutzen Des Lassens”. Tempo, n.º 154 (1985), pp. 49-50*HARVEY, Jonathan, “Brian Ferneyhough”. The Musical Times, vol. 120, n.º 1639 (1979), pp. 723-728*HERNÁNDEZ CRISTANCHO, Diego A., Una composición elaborada a partir del concepto de sintaxis musical de la nueva complejidad. Tesis de grado, Universidad Distrital Francisco José de Caldas, 2015, consultada el 21 de junio de 2023: [Web]HOWARD, Luke B., “Motherhood, ‘Billboard,' and the Holocaust: Perceptions and Receptions of Górecki's Symphony No. 3”. The Musical Quarterly, vol. 82, n.º 1 (1998), pp. 131-159*THEOCHAROUS, Georgios, “Not Too Violent: The Fall of Notation in Michael Finnissy's Autumnall for Solo Piano”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 52, n.º 1 (2014), pp. 4-27*TOOP, Richard, “On Complexity”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 31, n.º 1 (1993), pp. 42-57*TRUAX, Barry, “The Inner and Outer Complexity of Music”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 32, n.º 1 (1994), pp. 176-193*ULMAN, Erik, “Some Thoughts on the New Complexity”. Perspectives of New Music, vol. 32, n.º 1 (1994), pp. 202-206*WARNABY, John, “Wolfgang Rihm's Recent Music”. Tempo, n.º 213 (2000), pp. 12-19*WILLIAMS, Alastair, “Swaying with Schumann: Subjectivity and Tradition in Wolfgang Rihm's ‘Fremde Szenen' I-III and Related Scores”. Music & Letters, vol. 87, n.º 3 (2006), pp. 379-397* *Documento disponible para su consulta en la Sala de Nuevas Músicas de la Biblioteca y Centro de Apoyo a la Investigación de la Fundación Juan March
After graduating from Tufts Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine in 1991, Dr. Rachel Heart Bellini started her career working at thoroughbred racetracks all across the country. After leaving the track she settled in the Chicago suburbs and specialized in referral sports medicine. Recognizing the limitations of the conventional model in treating chronically sore sport horses, she began to expand her training, a process that has continued for the past 20 years. Dr. Bellini is now certified in Veterinary Acupuncture, Animal Chiropractic (VSMT), and Human Homeopathy, and has accumulated hundreds of hours of training in advanced chiropractic, functional neurology, acupuncture, herbal medicine, and spiritual medicine. In 2008, she founded Heart Equine and travels across the United States to practice holistic sports medicine. Currently based in beautiful Texas hill country, Dr. Bellini offers online courses to holistic equestrians and is a passionate advocate for providing the best possible care to equine athletes.
Sho Alli and Donnovan Bennett share their thoughts on the Simpsons' broadcast on Monday Night Football, before diving into the game itself discussing what Ja'Marr Chase's next contract would look like, Joe Burrow's comments surrounding Tee Higgins future with the Cincinnati Bengals, a quarterback's influence on their receivers, and Cooper Rush's performance filling in for Dak Prescott. Then the guys chat about the potential for Bill Belichick returning to become a head coach at the collegiate level. The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Sports & Media or any affiliates.
Support Conway tabernacle through online giving:https://give.tithe.ly/?formId=b4ea3117-4ed7-4c98-b00d-1037fee72856Follow Not Gospel Studios YouTube to stay up to date on original music, books, podcast, and a streaming webs-series and Christian mokumenterary series (BIG little Church). Listen to the Not Gospel Podcast everywhere Podcasts are streamed!Spotify @ shorturl.at/egET0Player FM @ https://player.fm/series/2976179Apple Podcasts @ https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast...Please LIKE my pages and Follow!Stay up to date on my website www.wordsbycliff.comFollow me on: Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/NotGospelbyC...Amazon @ shorturl.at/moHP8Man Of God Paperback available NOW!The Greatest Election Of All TimeThe pulpit is not the place for politics.*Not for winning arguments.*Sharing personal ideology.*Not for grand-standing or campaigning for political candidatesThe pulpit is for sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ.*Edifying and uplifting the saints.*Where discipleship happens.*Where people come to be fed the bread of life.*To drink from the waters that never run dry. (John 4:10)*Preacher is a beggar. To be a conduit through which the Holy Spirit can work. Scripture text: Judges 9:8-15The “attractiveness” of divine purpose. *The olive tree, the fig tree, and the grape vine.The 3 trees new it would be a step down from their “Divine Purpose” to rule over the trees. –WHAT IS DIVINE PURPOSE?—Divine Purpose is the reason for the gifts and talents that God has given an individual. It is the way in which an individual fulfills their calling. It's what he or she was made for. So why did the bramble say yes?The Bramble understood that its purpose was inconsequential to reigning over all the other trees. Swaying over trees would be an upgrade.Does every Christian have a divine purpose?The call of every Christian is in Matthew 28:19-20 “The Great Commission”“Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”The way in which God has designed a Christian to employ their gifts and talents to fulfill the Great Commission, is their divine purpose.What does this have to do with an election?*Political elections cannot be about moral posturing.*Christians cannot look to political leaders, for spiritual counsel. Political elections can only be about the policies of law that draw more closely in line and cause less conflict with our Christian Values.Unless they are using their platform to lead people to Jesus Christ, political leaders are BRAMBLES.*My candidate won. But he's still a bramble.Picture Inauguration Day*Every eye will be watching the president. Some in hate, some in indifference, some in celebration.If he's not a bramble, then the first words out of his mouth behind that “Pulpit” will be Jesus Christ is Lord. Repent and be baptized in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Trade this corruptible flesh for an incorruptible eternal reward. #betterlife #christiancomedian #biblestudy #creation #election2024 #sundayschool #christianpodcast #biblecommentary #election #notgospel #hoggospel #devotional
Episode: 2384 Swaying wooden roller coasters. Today, we sway.
Join us under the virtual palm trees as Bertide and Lisa bring the Caribbean vibes to your ears in this trending episode of the "Unfiltered Limin Podcast." Get ready to dive into the laid-back world of "Limin Lessons," from the hilarious tales of microwaving pizza in the box to the spicy adventures of pepper-eating contests with aunties, our hosts spill the beans on the three most crucial life lessons that involve laughter, love, and some epic soca, hip hop, and kompa dance moves in your living room.In this episode, we'll spill the tea on everything from surviving a pepper-eating contest with your auntie to mastering the art of swaying your hips to the rhythm of life. Discover the three essential Caribbean life lessons that will have you embracing each day with a smile, celebrating victories like it's Carnival, and turning every mishap into a beach party under the moonlight.Join the "Unfiltered Limin Podcast" crew and celebrate victories like it's Carnival, and master the art of swaying hips to the beats of life. Discover why "Unfiltered Limin Podcast" is your go-to for a dose of Caribbean-American flavor, where life's lessons are as wild as a beach party under the moonlight. So, grab your tropical beverage, find your favorite spot, and let the carnival of wisdom begin – because life is a carnival, and we're here to enjoy the parade!
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The news to know for Thursday, October 17, 2024! We'll tell you how Harris and Trump are looking to capture the support of undecided voters, with less than 20 days to go until Election Day. And what to know about a record settlement, likely ending a quarter-century of lawsuits against the most populous archdiocese in the U.S. Also, what we know so far about the death of a former member of the group ‘One Direction.' Plus, why three major tech companies are now investing in nuclear energy, which high-end fashion brand helped with NASA's first redesigned spacesuit in four decades, and the first-ever Kindle with color is here. Those stories and even more news to know in about 10 minutes! Join us every Mon-Fri for more daily news roundups! See sources: https://www.theNewsWorthy.com/shownotes Become an INSIDER to get AD-FREE episodes here: https://www.theNewsWorthy.com/insider Sign-up for our Friday EMAIL here: https://www.theNewsWorthy.com/email Get The NewsWorthy MERCH here: https://www.theNewsWorthy.com/merch Sponsors: Get 50% off your first order of Hiya's best-selling children's vitamin at hiyahealth.com/newsworthy. Go to Zocdoc.com/newsworthy to find and instantly book a top-rated doctor today. To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to libsynads@libsyn.com
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In this episode of The Healers Café, Manon Bolliger, FCAH, RBHT (facilitator and retired naturopath with 30+ years of practice) speaks with Karyne Daniels about her spiritual healing experiences through the power of dance For the transcript and full story go to: https://www.drmanonbolliger.com/karyne-daniels Highlights from today's episode include: Karyne Daniels I say, you know, God is in the movement, and that's number one. Number two, to stay healthy as individuals, we have to move energy through our body. It can get stuck in different parts, and it can fester, and, you know, disease can come out of that. Karyne Daniels 12:46 So sacred dance is dance that brings focus to God or creator or spirit. And so it's with a completely different intention. So the intention with sacred dance is not to be flashy, not to be doing big executions of movement or technical things. Manon Bolliger 19:29 And it brings the...it takes you out of your mind, the focus of thoughts, because now the body speaks its own language. So you're naturally more creative if you allow your body to take you where it's going to take you in the dance, ABOUT KARYNE DANIELS: Karyne Daniels epitomizes elegance and expertise as a distinguished women's movement wellness guide and revered dance industry luminary with over four decades of illustrious experience. Internationally acclaimed as a choreographer, sacred dance specialist, and worship soloist renowned for her emotive performances, Karyne leads the esteemed Sacred Dance Path, offering exclusive programs worldwide through premier online or in-person platforms. Her innovative movement system, blending Polynesian heritage with urban stylings, radiates an inspirational energy that fosters profound Soul-Body-Spirit enrichment. Complementing her dance is the integration of her unique Dance Codes; meticulously crafted to elevate the SACRED WOMAN's journey towards healing, embodiment, and heart light activation, — a transformative experience she terms DANCEFORMATIONAL, enriching the fabric of women's lives. As a performer, Karyne's illustrious career includes captivating audiences in prestigious venues such as Las Vegas, Reno, Lake Tahoe, as well as notable appearances in major motion pictures such as “Dick Tracy” with MADONNA, and “My Blue Heaven” with STEVE MARTIN, and television shows such as “Up All Night” with PATTI LABELLE. Karyne's alluring solo performances have made her a sought after GO GO artist in many prominent nightclubs such as The Roxy, The Mayan, Metropolis, and The Palace. In her role as a choreographer, Karyne's mantra of "Make movement matter" shines through in her creation of compelling dance art, including 4 acclaimed stage shows in Japan, coaching notable personalities like world renowned kundalini expert Guru Jagat, and Emmy winner Faith Rivera, as well as crafting captivating choreography for numerous events, competitions, ceremonies, and MORE! As a featured speaker, Karyne's interactive presentations weave together the tapestry of life and dance, resonating with diverse audiences at esteemed events such as the Big Island Women in Business Retreat, Women's Spirit Festival, and Maui Yoga Retreats. Driven by her passion to ignite hearts and unlock souls through movement, Karyne's holistic approach is a testament to her spiritual dedication, daily devotion, and a lifelong pursuit of truth and love. She is a beacon of light to her family, friends, clients, and every initiative she embraces. Core purpose/passion: I am passionate about the intersection of spirituality and movement. I believe that MOVEMENT IS LIFE. My mission is to ensure that no woman feels disconnected from her essence or her innate rhythm. I am passionate about creating a global community of women who support each other on their journeys toward wholeness, embodiment, and divine connection through the art of sacred dance. Website | Facebook | Instagram | LinkTr.ee | YouTube ABOUT MANON BOLLIGER, FCAH, RBHT As a de-registered (2021) board-certified naturopathic physician & in practice since 1992, I've seen an average of 150 patients per week and have helped people ranging from rural farmers in Nova Scotia to stressed out CEOs in Toronto to tri-athletes here in Vancouver. My resolve to educate, empower and engage people to take charge of their own health is evident in my best-selling books: 'What Patients Don't Say if Doctors Don't Ask: The Mindful Patient-Doctor Relationship' and 'A Healer in Every Household: Simple Solutions for Stress'. I also teach BowenFirst™ Therapy through and hold transformational workshops to achieve these goals. So, when I share with you that LISTENING to Your body is a game changer in the healing process, I am speaking from expertise and direct experience". Manon's Mission: A Healer in Every Household! For more great information to go to her weekly blog: http://bowencollege.com/blog. For tips on health & healing go to: https://www.drmanonbolliger.com/tips Follow Manon on Social – Facebook | Instagram | LinkedIn | YouTube | Twitter | Linktr.ee | Rumble ABOUT THE HEALERS CAFÉ: Manon's show is the #1 show for medical practitioners and holistic healers to have heart to heart conversations about their day to day lives. 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Fanny Kittridge Loses Her Religion.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.It took several weeks for young Fanny Kittridge to succumb. She’d personally witnessed her brother and his girlfriend fornicating orally on a number of occasions. One cannot witness human copulation without wistfully wondering after one’s own participation in the Mating Game.Fanny was not a virgin. Unlike her brother’s public confession, she’d fallen from grace last summer, repented quietly without consequence, and stayed within the good graces of the Kingdom Hall Church. A good number of Jehovah’s witnesses repent their sins silently without being publicly reproved.In Fanny’s case, she’d given up her virginity to one of Tony Gangel’s uncles repeatedly over the course of a worldly holiday. She’d enjoyed the experience in the moment, and repented her sin after the man went home. From that time to this, she worked on her spirituality while struggling to refrain from delving back into the sensuality that experience had unleashed. Seeing James and Delphia fornicate so lavishly caused her to lose her battle against masturbation. She was almost twenty years old now. Like most young people, her loins were afire from the moment she awakened daily.Fanny was sexually curious. She began to seek opportunities to see James’ phallus rise. It was a personal fetish. She’d be lurking in the hallway in the mornings when James exited his bedroom and made his way into the bathroom. His morning woody was always evident. It was always hidden in his boxer shorts, protruding like a third leg. Fanny wanted to see the real thing. She’d seen it in the darkness of their backyard, just before it was hidden again inside Delphia’s Cunt. The glimpse of her brother’s cock helped as she toyed with her own genitalia.James now informed Fanny that he was skipping some classes to fornicate with Tonya Castillejo, Penny Fowler and Sonjia Metusek. Fanny insisted that he describe each interaction in detail, taking pains to describe what each girl did to make him cum and how it felt to have their buttocks pressed against his pelvis. She made sure to give him the smarmy JW look of disapproval. But she listened intently nonetheless.“You’d better make sure mom and dad don’t find out.” she cautioned.At night, Fanny would imagine herself to be Tonya, Penny or Sonjia. She imagined James atop her. She imagined his phallus thrusting deeply in her Cunt, masturbating to this vision. She would cum. Afterward, Fanny felt embarrassed and ashamed at her incestuous diversion. But her devolutions into this magical fantasyland occurred with ever greater frequency. Her prayers did little to assuage her lust.Fanny wondered if James harbored similar prurient thoughts. Try as she might, she could not rid herself of the vision of lying prone, mounted beneath him. James was the only person she’d ever witnessed having sex. Sure, she remembered her encounter with Joey Strong in great detail. But as time went on it was James’ sweaty face growling his lust atop her, not Joey’s. James was the only person she knew that might understand her fetish. They could never be in love, she was taught. They simply shared a love of having intercourse. Fanny listened intently as James described his angst at being celibate. He was not. No, James had occasional relief. Fanny had none. She yearned to tell him of her predilection, but could not bring herself to do so.Instead, she found every occasion to surreptitiously measure his endowment and compare it against her own. She even made it her business to give him “unintentional” nipple slips and/or cunt shots. She then watched his reactions, always proud to see that her efforts bore fruit. James’ phallus tented at the drop of a hat. Fanny's ashen skin was constantly in need of lotion, to restore the golden ebony luster she contented herself with. She was not allowed to ‘paint her face with cosmetic vanities. So one day when she was at the local beauty supply shop, her lusty cravings were arrested by a display of lotions un a long plastic squeeze tube, capped by a big half round cap, which was as wide as the nearly two inch diameter. That tube was one her nightstand every night, and could be found in the shower with her, the next morning. After about 8 weeks, she returned to the shop for a new supply. To her delight, the shop had a special shipment of ‘bonus size' lotion tubes. Instead of the normal 8 once containers, which were about 7 inches long over all; the new promo featured 12 ounces and with the semi spherical cap, it was a whopping 10 inches! Fanny bought two, and purposed to keep one of the tubes full. She just had to remember to take it to the shower every morning to keep it from smelling like ‘cunny'.For a while Fanny to sate herself with the make-shift dildo, but it was not the real meat she lusted after.Finally and inevitably, this little dalliance came to a head. Fanny chose a weekday in which James’ complaints about his lackanookie peaked. She waited for the moment when James stepped into the shower and their father was at work. Mrs. Kittridge was downstairs cooking. Fanny gathered her courage, stripped her clothing (except for a bathrobe), and slipped into the bathroom as he showered.James didn’t hear her come in. The radio was playing, the shower was loud, the bathroom was steamy. James lathered himself from head to toe. He began to stroke himself. James masturbated languidly every time he bathed. He had to.Fanny scooched her bathrobe up and sat on the toilet. She peeked behind the shower curtain to watch James. His eyes were closed. His cock was hugely erect, hidden beneath a foamy cloud of soap bubbles. Fanny suspected he would masturbate until he came.This wouldn’t do.Fanny stood. She doffed her bathrobe to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom floor. She needed to catch James’ attention without seeming to be too forward. Thinking quickly, Fanny bent to reach under the sink, making sure to knock over a few cleaning bottles, making enough noise to make her presence known.Astonished at not being alone in the shower, James peeked out from behind the curtain. He was even most astonished to witness Fanny from behind, bent over, her neatly coifed cunt blazing confidently from between her buttocks. Already aroused, James’ phallus leapt. What was Fanny doing standing naked in the bathroom while he showered? Look at that ass!Fanny continued to piddle around under the sink. Swaying her ass sensually, she knew James was gazing at her cunt from behind. She wanted him to have a good, long look. She’d done as much as a girl could do. It was his move now.James’ mind raced. Instinct told him to pounce on that ass and ram it in. But this was his sister! More than that, this was his only friend and confidante in the house. He could lose her if he made such an inappropriate move without her consent.And yet he wondered, why was she even in there? It’s not as if she’d been in the bathroom first and he’d barged in on her. Fanny’s presence was no accident. If she’d needed to pee so badly, there was another bathroom downstairs. Plus, she was naked! Who goes looking for Comet cleanser in the nude? Something had to be up.Now a wicked thought occurred. Fanny had been really persistent, lately, to hear tales of his exploits. She’d made him go into detail and questioned him closely about the smallest minutiae. She’d wanted him to describe every sensation he felt during his sexual escapades, claiming an ignorance of the male perspective. Maybe, just maybe, Fanny was signaling her readiness for a walk on the wild side? It was worth a shot, anyway. She now stepped her feet out, apart, as she fidgeted with the various bottles on the counter. The vanity mirror was fully steamed.Leaving the water running to mask any sound, James stepped naked from the shower. Streamlets of clear, hot water pebbled and ran down his chiseled body. His cock, already erect, locked onto Fanny’s open cunt like a lurking jaguar. He stepped onto the bath mat, then up behind her, intending to accidentally-on-purpose bump his dick up against her cunt. He hoped she’d jump to the moon and they each could have a good laugh at the expense of the other.Creeping up behind her quietly, James didn’t have to point his dick into her crease. Fanny was still bent over, unaware of his proximity. Her ass swayed before him. From this position their genitals were perfectly aligned.James watched intently as his cock zeroed in on her cunt. He couldn’t believe that Fanny hadn’t detected his presence behind her yet. Most people can sense the nearness of another individual if the intruder encroaches too closely. James’ toes were almost touching Fanny’s heels now. In another millimeter, the crown of his dick would press her fuzzy opening. James watched the impending collision with fascination. That first merger of cock and cunt is always the most erotic of any ongoing tryst.Closer and closer still. Now Fanny’s pubic hair began to tickle James’ urethra, allowing him to sniff the heaven shielded behind her clasping labia. James drew a deep breath. He was almost there. A small nudge forward and his cockhead was bathed in the translucent stickiness of a queen cunt. Fanny’s cunt yielded before his imminent insertion.But Fanny did not jump or shriek. She set both hands down flat on the vanity counter, and held her ground before James’ penile assault. In fact, she didn’t seem surprised at all. She looked back at him as if he’d interrupted her while working a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. Her look bore a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. And yet her hips continued to twerk gently, allowing James’ phallus purchase at the opening to her Cunt proper.It was James’ turn to be surprised. Kittridge dick rested in the valley of Kittridge slit. Not all the way in, but not all the way out either. Fanny was amazingly wet already. James was already familiar with the ethereal joy of a sloppy wet cunt. The slightest thrust would bathe his cock in incestuous slather. And here Fanny was acting as if the whole encounter were an entirely natural interaction between assuming siblings.James placed his hands upon her quivering buttocks. Still, Fanny didn’t move away. An eternity of indecision ensued. Did she want to fuck? Because James’ cock was certainly engaged and raring to go. But this was his older sister! Did he want his sister to suffer the same congregational shunning that he was currently enduring? No, he did not. And they were practically best friends! How would their relationship be affected by this impending action? Ramming your dick up a woman’s twat always complicates things; it never simplifies. James was morally torn.Ultimately, of course, James’ phallus made the decision for him. Holding Fanny’s ass steady, he pressed forward. Her cunt expanded widely before closing sloppily along the line of his veiny shaft. Four inches of cock disappeared into her Cunt. The familiar blinding wave of initial insertion engulfed James’ sensibilities. Fanny did not demur. There could be no doubt. This was consent.They were officially fornicating.Fanny unleashed a full body shiver. She’d waited an eternity for just this outcome. She’d trusted James with news of her secret affair with Joey Strong. She’d held her peace during James’ religious inquisition. James was the only person she could fully trust. And now his dick was easing its way up her ass. So thick! So deep! Fanny shivered again. They began to roil in tandem.James suddenly pulled out as he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Fanny placed her hands over his, keeping the connection understood. Without words, he pulled her gently from the counter and guided her to the far side of the large shower. Once she was facing the tiled wall, opposite the source of spraying water, he slid his hands back, and grabbed both her wrists. He placed her two hands high on the tiled wall. This silent act confirmed his intent to copulate from behind her beautiful peachy ass.A typical woman’s Cunt is arched to accept a seven-inch phallus from the missionary position. An erect cock slips into this arch like a glove so that all her erotic zones are in play. Her tits, her lips and, most importantly, her eyes are fully engaged as a dick probes her cunt.From behind, however, it’s the reverse. The upward arc of a man’s cock gouges an unintended wedge in the reverse arc of a cunt. The result, for women, is an unnatural pressure that makes a dick feel thicker and heavier. Such a dick is capable of roiling greater surface area, eliciting deeper penetration. It exaggerates the illusion of size. Often, doggy-style sex creates air pockets in Cunts, and facilitates a blunt slapping of a woman's ass by her man's pelvic surface; which generates that thwacking noise, so critical to the perception of “great energetic sex”.Fanny’s senses were fully engaged as her brother sluiced his phallus into her. Normally, such first encounters ended quickly and awkwardly, followed by the shame and embarrassment of having one’s fantasies so exposed. Fanny did climax quickly. She hadn’t been fucked in several years. She was more than ready to be righteously railed.James wasn’t so disposed. He wasn’t “in love” with Fanny, indeed, had never fantasized about her. Only the sight of her exposed punani while he was masturbating led to this encounter. Plus, his recent activities gave him a measure of immunity to new cunt. When Fanny skittered downward from her orgasm and realized that James was still back there pounding away, she was grateful. She knew that the aftermath of this fuck was likely to be an uncomfortable change in their relationship. She wanted to explode into bliss several more times before that happened.Fanny straightened. She pressed her sweaty left cheek and both her tits against the wall, poking her ass out, that James might have a better target. She spread her legs a bit. The rhythmic slapping of their intercourse reverberated throughout the little bathroom, though the running shower dampened the sound. James reached around her hips and held Fanny’s ass steady as he rammed his cock into her. Fanny quivered uncontrollably. Soon this would be over. There would be consequences, maybe some regrets. But right now Fanny’s biology was dictating her behavior. She needed this in the worst way.“Oh god, it’s Good!” she thought. “I can repent in silence again. And I will. But right now I need this. Oh God, I need this!”James’ thick phallus was a tremendous balm for Fanny’s smolder. Delphia had really taught him well. He reached around to caress her full, dangling breasts even as his cock continued to thunder home. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust bouncing Fanny off the floor. She was enthralled. Her only other sexual tryst had been (repeatedly) quick and violent. Joey had mounted her missionary; the two of them came (repeatedly) in tandem. Today’s encounter was Fanny’s first attempt at doggy-style.It was not James’ first. Two orgasms in, James knew it was time for a little rump rangery. Still stunningly erect, James withdrew his dripping missile from Fanny’s cunt. Fanny slumped. She was dizzy from her most recent explosion. James took this moment to slather his erection in hot water and soap. Soon enough his cock was shrouded in foam.When Fanny felt James’ cockhead probing her buttocks open again, this time seeking her sphincter, she was a little chagrined but assumed it a mistake. She arched her back to clasp his cock with puss. James declined. He eased back, knowing well the difference between the two entrances. Fanny’s eyes widened.“No. No!” she exclaimed.But it was too late. Slick with sudsy lubricant, James’ steaming cock found and penetrated her outbox. Fanny began to struggle. James calmed her.“Shush. Relax,” he cajoled.Fanny stiffened. In her wildest dreams she hadn’t expected this. James hadn’t mentioned that Delphia had shown him the southern highway. Fanny’s sexual imagination didn’t yet extend that far. She’d only hoped that maybe, just maybe, her brother might grace her cunt in tongue. That’s as far as she’d dared fantasize beyond this singular tryst.The suds on James’ cock eased some of her pain. His dick was fat. Once he got his pud past her gatekeeper, the slide into funkytown was a fait accompli.Fanny gritted her teeth and bore it. She’d never experienced the like. James pressed forward. Fanny felt that she was in labor, great with child. No. She was great with dick.Just as Fanny was reaching the limit of her endurance she felt the welcome flap of James’ nuts between her thighs. He was hilted. Instead of easing back for a second thrust, James held his phallus steady, fully clamped inside Fanny’s ass. Fanny breathed a sigh of relief. It was her turn now. She took a few deep breaths. With a monumental effort, Fanny arched her ass a half-inch off James’ dick. The pressure inside her body eased a smidgen. Fanny took another couple of deep breaths. She eased her ass downward. The pregnant feeling returned with a vengeance.Fanny eased upward an inch. Once again the internal pressure of James’ pulsating cock dissipated a bit. Fanny eased back down. The full feeling returned.Fanny eased upward a couple of inches. Relief. Downward? Mania.Soon the dichotomy between pressure and relief became a growing opiate. James held his dick steady as Fanny humped it. She started out slowly, agonizingly slowly. James’ cock, slathered in foam, scrubbed Fanny’s ass clean of fecal detritus. Fanny went from revulsion to annoyance to realization to joy. She’d found a second orifice whose needs might serve to dampen her youthful libido.Faster and faster Fanny worked James’ dick, churning her ass like a set of pistons. Soon enough the entirety of his length disappeared into and then re-appeared from Fanny’s fundament. She tugged at his foreskin with her rectum, twisting it up and over his pudenda like a pro. James was in ecstasy. His sister was a natural. He noticed Fanny dripping with sweat. She was really working it.With Fanny finally picking up the rhythm, James began to fuck. He withdrew and thrusted forward in tune with Fanny’s churn. Soon Fanny’s body cleared the floor each time James’s cock powered home. Her ass cheeks thundered with wobble. Fanny wanted to scream out her lust but knew it to be a bad idea. She was being fucked silly. There were other people in the house. Her brother really knew what he was doing.James reached around to caress Fanny’s clitoris. The tangled patch of fur covering her cunt parted. Her clitoris was in full bloom. She took his hand and spread his fingers that they might slide smoothly over her clitoral erection. James was amazed at its girth and firmness. He cupped a tit with his free hand.They fucked for an age like this, pausing only when their mother passed outside the bathroom door while doing her chores. Little did she know that her two eldest children were engaged in sexual congress on the other side of that door. Fanny quailed
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Will and Ben look at several economic factors influencing ag markets, and a potential spark in wheat markets.Market recap (changes on week as of Monday's close): » September 2024 corn down $.04 at $3.96» December 2024 corn down $.03 at $4.12 » September 2024 soybeans down $.34 at $10.30» November 2024 soybeans down $.29 at $10.39» September soybean oil down 3.64 cents at 42.58 cents/lb» September soybean meal up $9.20 at $335.00/short ton» September 2024 wheat down $.17 at $5.31» July 2025 wheat down $.16 at $5.92» October cotton down 2.53 cents at 67.51 cents/lb» December cotton down 1.46 cents at 69.21 cents/lb » September WTI Crude Oil down $3.65 at $74.76/barrelWeekly highlights:The US economy grew by 2.8% in Q2 2024, up from 1.4% in Q1 and surpassing expectations of 2.1%, driven by strong consumer spending.The PCE Price Index showed a slight monthly increase (+0.1%), with annualized inflation easing to 2.5% from 2.6% in May.US crude oil, gasoline, and distillate fuel stocks decreased, while implied gasoline demand rose 8%.Ethanol production declined by 3 million gallons to 322 million gallons. Ethanol producers must maintain high production levels to meet corn usage estimates.A US court sent a 2022 EPA ruling on refinery waivers back for review, creating uncertainty in the RIN market.Open interest rose for corn (+1.5%), wheat (+0.6%), soybean oil (+3.8%), cotton (+3.5%), and rough rice (+11.9%), but fell for soybeans (-0.8%) and soybean meal (-0.1%).Managed money reduced net short positions in grains and oilseeds by 20,677, with significant buying in corn, soybeans, and wheat. Net selling continued in cotton and rough rice.Corn and soybean selling increased, with net long positions reduced by 38.2% and 39.0%, respectively.The Spring Wheat Tour estimated 2024 HRS wheat yield at 54.5 bushels/acre, up from 47.4 last year, with increases in durum and HRW as well.Weak sales for old crop US grains and oilseeds; strong new crop sales for corn and soybeans. Corn export sales hit a marketing year high, while soybeans fell below expectations.Export inspections were near the high end of expectations for corn, soybeans, and wheat; sorghum inspections slightly down.US corn conditions improved to 68% good to excellent, while soybean ratings fell to 67%. Cotton conditions declined to 49%, and spring wheat dropped to 74%.Topics:» Market recap» EPA to reassess SREs» GDP shows strong increase» Personal expenditures rise» Crop conditions continue improvement » Wheat markets discussionConnect with Brownfield Ag News:» Get the latest ag news: https://www.brownfieldagnews.com/» Subscribe to Brownfield on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@BrownfieldAgNews» Follow Brownfield on X (Twitter): https://x.com/brownfield» Follow Brownfield on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrownfieldAgNewsAbout Brownfield Ag News:Brownfield Ag News is your trusted source for reliable agriculture news, market trends, weather updates, and expert interviews. Get comprehensive coverage and stay ahead in the ever-evolving agriculture industry.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Take a deep breath, A breath that softens your body, A breath that gently hums in your center as you stretch comfortably. LONG PAUSE Find the position that is right for you. And lets you melt into your bed Sinking slowly into it As you become one with it. PAUSE Then gradually inhale another breath, A breath of peace and calm, A breath that touches any area of tension in your body. And softens that area as you let go. LONG PAUSE As you breathe, imagine a curtain opening in your mind's eye, red velvet with thick gold cords dangling at the end. PAUSE Behind the curtain are your dreams, the things you want to bring to life, These dreams stir your soul and spark your inner light. PAUSE These dreams are calling you Inspiring you to move with them, You're their Creator With the power to make them true. PAUSE Imagine, now, stepping onto the stage Where they're holding space for you. Like an orchestra, ready to play, Just waiting for their Conductor to guide them, to bring them to life. All together. PAUSE Delicately, you approach a dream. You hear it whisper and hum like music, Just waiting to carry you away On a cloud of relaxing sounds, So you listen with your heart. PAUSE You raise your arms to conduct, Swaying them back and forth in a beautiful, hypnotic rhythm that creates the essence of your dream and the orchestra follows. PAUSE And with each soothing note the orchestra plays, You relax more deeply And feel your dream move closer and closer. Until the music of your dream dissolves inside you, becomes one with you, becomes your Truth. PAUSE Take a moment to rest, to pause, like a musical note that you hold to take in all its power. Breathe in your dream's power. PAUSE And now, set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE Across the stage is another dream ready to come to life, with an orchestra bathed in all vibrant colors of the rainbow. PAUSE As you approach the dream, The orchestra plays a lullaby. A distant, dreamy lullaby. Each note rises as a color, swirling above you. PAUSE Moving with ease and grace, the colors roll in the air, blending into shapes and pieces of the dream you're ready to create. PAUSE Quietly, softly, your dream embraces you. The colors embrace you, Giving you a safe, gentle hug before melding into you. Becoming you. You and your dream are one. PAUSE And again, you set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE As you drift deeper into sleep, Deeper into the calming music of your soul, Where your dreams are tucked inside, Dreams that now live and breathe with life. Namaste, Beautiful
THE Presentations Japan Series by Dale Carnegie Training Tokyo, Japan
Foreign companies often want to appoint a Japanese person to be the head of their Japan operation. This is done on the basis that they will know what is best for the business. This proclivity has made many washed up, tremendously mediocre Japanese Presidents a lot of money and substantially extended their careers. At some point the shareholders, or the Board, start to ask why there are no results in the Japan operation. The local chief usually manages to fend off these “rude” enquiries for a few years until the jig is up. In comes the shiny new President from headquarters who has been despatched to “fix” the Japan operation and turn it around. This typically leads to another array of problems, but that is another podcast. The idea is that the Japanese way of doing things is the best for Japan – “when in Tokyo do it the Tokyo way” kind of thing. I remember trying to sell our High Impact Presentations Course to a foreign financial firm. The Japanese lady I was speaking with told me she wanted the “Japanese way” of presentations instead of the Dale Carnegie global best practice way. It is an interesting question, isn't it. How far do we go to accommodate the Japanese culture and way of doing things, while still getting the maximum benefit from doing things at the highest possible level? We do meet foreigners here who have been here for a long time and have quietly gone troppo. They are trying so hard to assimilate they are out Japanesing the Japanese. What should we do about how we present in business? Should we go troppo too and do it the Japanese “way”? What is the Japanese “way”? Here is your handy dandy guide to going troppo when presenting in Japan and how to blend in with the locals. 1. Monotone Speak in a complete monotone voice and forget about using any voice modulation, pauses or hitting of keywords and phrases. Some people will say this is just how it is because the Japanese language is a monotone language and so there is no chance for vocal variation, as we have with foreign languages. That is almost true, except even Japanese speakers can use two mighty levers to elevate their presenting world. Speed and strength will produce the variety needed. Slowing words down for emphasis or speeding them up both work well. Taking the strength down to speak in a conspiratorial whisper is good and so is using power to hit keywords. 2. Be Seated Invariably, when I am invited to speak in Japanese the layout will feature a desk with my name written on paper either draping over the desk or sitting upright on a paper tent. The microphone will be on a low stand. This is to make it clear that I am humble and I am not standing above the audience, making myself out to be better than everyone else. It also means I lose my access to my body language and most of my gestures. 3. No Eye Contact Looking a superior in the eye in samurai times would get your head cut off for insolence. The culture ensures that we don't make direct eye contact with people when we speak and so Japanese presenters have migrated this into their presentations. They never look into the eyes of their audience members. It also means that they haven't realised that normal conversation and giving presentations are two different things and different rules can apply. The engagement of the audience members through six seconds of individual eye contact are foregone in order to keep your head on your shoulders. 4. Weak Voice Speaking softly is a cultural preference and so why not keep that going when presenting? The speaker is under-powering their presentation, so often, it is hard to hear what they are saying and there is certainly no passion involved as demonstrated through voice projection. This guarantees the speaker has almost zero presence in the room. 5. Few Gestures Holding the hands in front of the groin, behind the back or together at waist level are all favourites. Each position locks up the hands and cancels out using any gestures to emphasise the message being delivered. 6. Casual Posture Having the weight displacement 70/30 is common and usually it results in one hip being kicked out to the side. Swaying around is also popular as they speak. These are all distractions from the message, but no one is conscious of that, so they keep doing it. 7. One packed slide Cramming everything on to one slide, with five tiny different fonts and six colours, is definitely a typical effort by Japanese presenters. The rule that we have to be able to understand the point of the message on the slide in two seconds has been tossed overboard in favour of a full noisy baroque effort. Good luck with out Japanesing the Japanese when it comes to the Japanese “way” of presenting.
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Take a deep breath, A breath that softens your body, A breath that gently hums in your center as you stretch comfortably. LONG PAUSE Find the position that is right for you. And lets you melt into your bed Sinking slowly into it As you become one with it. PAUSE Then gradually inhale another breath, A breath of peace and calm, A breath that touches any area of tension in your body. And softens that area as you let go. LONG PAUSE As you breathe, imagine a curtain opening in your mind's eye, red velvet with thick gold cords dangling at the end. PAUSE Behind the curtain are your dreams, the things you want to bring to life, These dreams stir your soul and spark your inner light. PAUSE These dreams are calling you Inspiring you to move with them, You're their Creator With the power to make them true. PAUSE Imagine, now, stepping onto the stage Where they're holding space for you. Like an orchestra, ready to play, Just waiting for their Conductor to guide them, to bring them to life. All together. PAUSE Delicately, you approach a dream. You hear it whisper and hum like music, Just waiting to carry you away On a cloud of relaxing sounds, So you listen with your heart. PAUSE You raise your arms to conduct, Swaying them back and forth in a beautiful, hypnotic rhythm that creates the essence of your dream and the orchestra follows. PAUSE And with each soothing note the orchestra plays, You relax more deeply And feel your dream move closer and closer. Until the music of your dream dissolves inside you, becomes one with you, becomes your Truth. PAUSE Take a moment to rest, to pause, like a musical note that you hold to take in all its power. Breathe in your dream's power. PAUSE And now, set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE Across the stage is another dream ready to come to life, with an orchestra bathed in all vibrant colors of the rainbow. PAUSE As you approach the dream, The orchestra plays a lullaby. A distant, dreamy lullaby. Each note rises as a color, swirling above you. PAUSE Moving with ease and grace, the colors roll in the air, blending into shapes and pieces of the dream you're ready to create. PAUSE Quietly, softly, your dream embraces you. The colors embrace you, Giving you a safe, gentle hug before melding into you. Becoming you. You and your dream are one. PAUSE And again, you set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE As you drift deeper into sleep, Deeper into the calming music of your soul, Where your dreams are tucked inside, Dreams that now live and breathe with life. Namaste, Beautiful
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One of the finest films having its Australian premiere at the festival is Jaydon Martin's stunning feature debut film Flathead. This fiction-documentary hybrid film follows Cass Cumerford, a bloke near the end of his days who returns to Bundaberg, the region he grew up. Swaying into the town, he finds consolation and support with various religious sects that have sprung up in the land before he flows into the life of Andrew, a Chinese-Australian fish and chip shop owner who is dealing with his own understanding of mortality.Flathead follows these real figures as they're nudged along a partly-fictional narrative, and as the film plays with a sublime black and white presentation, it sways into a dreamlike state, providing a highly affecting story about modern Australia.It's that notion of what a modern Australia is that drives the following conversation with Jaydon, who took four years to make the film and had to leave Australia to realise what it was that he needed to make. Flitting into some of the scenes, and delivering a closing duet with Cass, is fellow filmmaker Brodie Poole, a documentarian in his own right who has also essayed what modern Australia looks like on screen with his documentary General Hercules. Both Brodie and Jaydon are engaging in an essential conversation right now about Australian identity and culture, and in doing so, they're also reasserting the notion of who gets to tell stories on screen in this place we call Australia.Flathead is an experience like no other, and my words here barely scrape the thematic text of the film, nor do they do justice to what Jaydon is putting forward as a filmmaker. As a nation, there is a shortage of filmmakers who operate in the realm of social realism, and I'm hoping beyond hope that Jaydon continues down this path. If so, then we will be richly rewarded as his body of work builds over the years.For now, do what you can to see Flathead. It's one of the finest Australian films of the year.It screens on 12 June and 15 June at the Sydney Film Festival. For tickets, visit sff.org.au. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
One of the finest films having its Australian premiere at the festival is Jaydon Martin's stunning feature debut film Flathead. This fiction-documentary hybrid film follows Cass Cumerford, a bloke near the end of his days who returns to Bundaberg, the region he grew up. Swaying into the town, he finds consolation and support with various religious sects that have sprung up in the land before he flows into the life of Andrew, a Chinese-Australian fish and chip shop owner who is dealing with his own understanding of mortality.Flathead follows these real figures as they're nudged along a partly-fictional narrative, and as the film plays with a sublime black and white presentation, it sways into a dreamlike state, providing a highly affecting story about modern Australia.It's that notion of what a modern Australia is that drives the following conversation with Jaydon, who took four years to make the film and had to leave Australia to realise what it was that he needed to make. Flitting into some of the scenes, and delivering a closing duet with Cass, is fellow filmmaker Brodie Poole, a documentarian in his own right who has also essayed what modern Australia looks like on screen with his documentary General Hercules. Both Brodie and Jaydon are engaging in an essential conversation right now about Australian identity and culture, and in doing so, they're also reasserting the notion of who gets to tell stories on screen in this place we call Australia.Flathead is an experience like no other, and my words here barely scrape the thematic text of the film, nor do they do justice to what Jaydon is putting forward as a filmmaker. As a nation, there is a shortage of filmmakers who operate in the realm of social realism, and I'm hoping beyond hope that Jaydon continues down this path. If so, then we will be richly rewarded as his body of work builds over the years.For now, do what you can to see Flathead. It's one of the finest Australian films of the year.It screens on 12 June and 15 June at the Sydney Film Festival. For tickets, visit sff.org.au. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Amy's spontaneity can be methodical in casting spells.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Roughly forcing Jerry's head to look away, I fondled his nuts rolling them around in my fingers. "Any recent sexual activity?" When no response was forth coming, I gently cupped his testicles to prompt a reply, I questioned, "Your cock is blocked, but fellatio, cunnilingus, anal penetration are possible." Turning aside Jerry's protest, I noted, "these are prescribed questions."Jerry's response reached into the alto range. Adding "You should know," to his denial drew a squeeze."Nocturnal emissions?" I asked.Jerry smirked, "No."As I felt along Jerry's hairless pubes, I reminded him that to schedule an appointment for depilation in a month or two. I held the penis in my hand and noted that he was circumcised. Looking down at my notebook, I asked, "age at circumcision?""Y'know that it's ritually performed often on newborn males," Jerry replied, "I never got asked these questions here before.""I'm just completing information required for your chart," I remarked impersonally as I announced the entry, "Age uncertain."Feeling along the underside of the shaft from the head of the penis to its root, I feigned marveling, "The poker glows but the coals," I jiggled his nuts curled up against the body, "retreat into the cauldron."Reaching under the scrotum, I tickled his perineum, the ridge of skin which leads to the asshole. When Jerry started to sway and to murmur for more I abruptly, I broke off contact and ordered Jerry into the showers. He turned to me with a look of expectation, "The news?" Jerry folded his hands as if in prayer as he pled for reassurance."Good, I expect, now the shower," I whacked his rear as he passed me.When necessary, the Gemini, the irascible twin, can be brutally cold-blooded in dealing with an intimate and unspeakably forward in dealing with a person newly introduced.The trip to the shower when I first met my mate in my apartment also began with a whack. Fingering Jerry's Marine Corp tattoo, I murmured my admiration for his upper body physique. Jerry interrupted my doting by reminding me that he'd like to take a shower and needed to borrow soap. "You can eh, continue your examination in the shower...""I'll take that as an invitation," I exclaimed as I whipped his towel off. "I see," taking note of his building erection, I declared to Jerry, face aghast, "you like what you see.""You as well?" Jerry replied in a voice which quivered with shock.Starting to walk away with a harrumph to the shower swinging my hips with great exaggeration, I observed an unvoiced word clinging to his open mouth, `What.' Concealing my glee at Jerry's discomfort, I tossed Jerry's towel toward the bath. "You won't need this towel just yet." To Jerry's open mouthed, unspoked protest, I replied, "I have one bar of soap left. Are you joining me?" I dragged Jerry to my shower pulling him along by his penis. I marveled at its burgeoning length and growing rigidity.A Gemini moves in two directions at once. Genteel and tart, sweet and smart at the same time, like the natural actress, she can switch between roles in an instant. Positioning Jerry under a spigot in the male donor's communal shower at the clinic, I began soaping his back. "Skin silky smooth as a newborn." I complimented him on the depilation, removal of body hair, which accompanies installation of the cock blocker at the clinic."Now that you bring that up.." Jerry started to inquire about the wealthy doctor's choice of Surrogate."We're on camera," I, crushing my breasts into the rock-solid muscles of his back, tiptoed to softly whisper in his ear. Sharply changing my tone, "Arms out," I barked. My command rang off the tiled walls.A Gemini can ponder for hours over an insignificant matter and then make a snap life changing judgement. I had made my decision before I started marching Jerry to my shower. Jerry was mine."Do you," Jerry, stretching the elastic band of my thong, asked when he reached the smoked glass shower doors, "need these in there?"Swaying as I massaged his erect penis, I wondered aloud, "You seem to like me, but I don't know. I come at a high price.""Are you a ugh, a whore?" Jerry stumbled."No, I can fuck like a whore promised a bonus, but as faithful as true love," I replied stretching his poker, "I am a witch who has cast her spell. My price is higher than the classiest call girl. "By design, these," my fingers cupped his nut sack, "become mine. You keep or lose the twain, as I ordain." I deliberately used inflated language. Jerry's mouth opened agape as I released his genitalia raised my arms and twisted my body, seductively daring him in a whisper, "Seal the witch's pact, strip my thong off, with a yank."I could smell his scent rising. Had I come on too strong? Would Jerry run away?A Gemini can be a bitch and an angel, at the same time. Certainly, at the clinic Jerry was spell-bound by the prospect of money. Would he ever realize that the bullying and rough handling in the male donor's shower was for his own good. "Spread your legs. Bend over. Crack me a smile. Will you luv?"I started to drip oily soap along the base of his spine watching it slowly drip into his crack between his hairless ass cheeks, reddened with anxious anticipation. "Somehow, Sugar, sleek and smooth legs do not fit the male body." I quipped as I whacked his butt.In my shower, Jerry's face reddened not with shame but with a surge of testosterone. He reached for my elastic band of my thong, but only snapped it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I swayed my hips as I joked, "are you trying to play romantic tune on my waist band?"I finally goaded him past the point of no return. With a sweep of his powerful hands my thong was gone. I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me into the shower.In the donor's shower at fertility clinic, I had thought of dousing Jerry with cold water, but that might break whatever power my spell still held. I had to be more clever. I want to harness the current and convert it to my own purposes. Instead, watching oily soap drip into his crack, I advised him that the ointment may feel cold at first but will warm as I work it in. As I wormed my nimble fingers past Jerry's sphincter muscles, I noted dryly, "a woman's long narrow fingers make female doctors better able to conduct proctological exams."Aroused Jerry turned to me fully erect. Feeling his pulsating penis, I passed the impassive comment, "Mr. Warbler, as you see a rectal exam has certain noticeable side effects." Jerry was breathing hard. His face was flush. Would he push me to the ground, rip my thong off, bind my hands, and take me from behind--his favorite position? We looked at each other panting. Would this be our moment?My magic was there, but not strong enough to overpower the lure of financial reward. Turning away, Jerry told me to towel him down. "I need to get to the hitching post to leave my deposit.In the shower in my apartment, when I first met Jerry, I, finding myself back on my feet, released the spigot. Turning to the spray, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to moisten my lips. Jerry's feet nudged mine further apart. With one muscular arm to force me, bent over at the waist, Jerry used his other hand to guide his penis to an insertion. I gasped as his projectile glided deep inside. Jerry's poem went, "Arms grappling, legs straddling , pike portending, connection pending."With hands gripping my hips, Jerry suddenly expanded by at least an inch. Reaching his maximum extent, Jerry exploded inside me. My vaginal muscles twitched trying to keep Jerry burrowed deep inside. It was a moment I wanted to last forever. Nonetheless, Jerry's crashing rocket simply sputtered and slipped out of my socket.Leaving me face down on the floor of the shower, Jerry retrieved a towel. Covering my shoulders, Jerry whispered, "First time?""With a, ugh, a, ugh, real man," came my carefully thought out response. Reflecting on that comment years later in the fertility clinic, I, slinging a bath towel over my shoulder, readied to towel down Jerry. I chuckled to myself, real man, a double-meaning is given as a compliment. A Gemini, the twin, is pulled in two directions at the same time, in sexual preferences to women as well as men. Right after inviting Jerry down to the clinic, I found myself naked rubbing vaginal lips with a patient bringing her to orgasm for injection of seminal fluid.Dropping to my kneeling before Jerry, I remarked offhand about the state of erection, "Not fully erect. The projectile hasn't yet jutted out horizontal. A little rub-a-dub-dub will change that," I giggled as I readied to towel dry Jerry's body from the toes up. "The clinic assumes that showering," I assumed a conversational tone, "will deflate the swelling initiated by removal of the cock blocker and the genital examination. The towel girl's hands-on drying of the donor's body will reignite the natural process of arousal."Working my way up to his inner thighs, I motioned for Jerry to spread his legs to allow me to blot dry his groin. "Actually, it resulted in a competition between the shower sirens in black thongs against the towel valets in white two pieces for tip money." I lifted Jerry's penis to dab his scrotum.As the reach of my hands ran across his muscular chest, Jerry threw his head back and closed his eyes. My slow and methodical rub down palpated the armor plating of Jerry's pectoral muscles. Holding his head high and scrunching his eyes shut, Jerry demonstrated an iron discipline over his physical response to my impersonalized but intense pampering.In our home life prior to my consideration for Surrogacy, Jerry was never shy and rarely restrained. He usually wrestled me to the ground, secured my hands with my bra, stuffed my panties in my mouth and took me doggy style. How much longer could such a person maintain the discipline? How much more could any man take much less a "real man" like Jerry?Could I endure much more? To ease tension, I declared, "Though first timers can shoot their wad during the intake, the financial reward of a controlled emission at a hitching post seems to be the right magic which inspires restraint."As I lay huddled, curled up on the floor of my shower, a towel partly covering my back, my bare ass jutting out, Jerry leaned over me. "Are you OK? I tried to hide my satisfaction. He was guilty, Just about now, I figured, he'd fear I cry rape.Reaching out to Jerry with an extended hand, I, hiding my face from him, pleaded, "Help me to my feet; dry me; get me to bed. Will you?"Grunting with exaggeration, "up," Jerry yanked me to my feet. Roughly running a bath towel through my hair, Jerry lashed the towel around his fists before he rubbed my neck. When Jerry startled pummeling my breasts with his terry-cloth covered fist, I wondered if he intended to use the wet towel as a whip to flog my ass.My fears of a thrashing were unwarranted. Instead ordering me to spread my legs, Jerry threaded the towel between my legs and started rubbing the towel against my vaginal lips and my crack. "Hang on," Jerry ordered, "I hope this towel is strong enough. You're going for a ride to your bed."In the Fertility Clinic, I had thought of having Jerry towel me down, but looking at the state of his erection, I determined that to be too much temptation. Even a large bath towel draped around my body after I removed my wet thong, left most of my ass open to view. I looked up at the security camera with a wink and a smile. "You'll get a good show," I promised.Security people didn't mind helping me trying to find good pictures of myself. I had intended to assemble images of myself undressing in the locker, walking nude to the shower, showering, and submitting to practice with the sperminator, returning to the locker nude along the catwalk, and dressing in my risqué Crop Top and low cut shorts to go home. Explaining my script of the fantasy drew a comment from the guard, "A nice stimulant for a quiet night shift."As Jerry and I prepared to leave the shower in the clinic, Jerry, shaking his head gravely doubted needing, "much stim. I'll come as soon as you link me to the hitching post."When I led Jerry down the ramp into the subterranean level where the new the solarium and sauna had been installed, I advised Jerry, "Deem yourself honored. You are first to use this new amenity."In my bedroom, I held onto Jerry so tightly our lips locked as he carried me on the towel to my bed. Riding atop the towel rubbing into my vagina and crack, I felt the tectonic shock waves of an intense orgasm approaching.Suddenly we crashed onto the bed. Jerry lay on the bed next to me. I seized the opportunity. In a flash I rolled over and landed on top, straddling Jerry. Feeling along Jerry's shaft sticky with his sap and my lubricants, pulsating with a new erection, I declared, "I ought to tuck this in before it dissipates.""Tuck for a fuck," Jerry grunted as I lowered my body onto his pulsating member. "Ah," I expressed my satisfaction as Jerry's probe explored my depths. My vaginal muscles clamped down squeezing his projectile forcing it to elongate inside me. As soon as I drew him in up to the root of his penis, I began slowly at first lifting my body until the head of Jerry's penis was teased barely in contact, then off, crashing down swallowing the length of his penis inside.Raising my arms, I yelled, "Ride em cow girl." With each undulation, I increased the speed. As he was about to cum, Jerry grabbed my hips and tried to hold them to avoid slipping out. But I was in control. I timed my oscillations so that when Jerry went into his final surge his penetration barely crested my vagina lips. "Damn," I thought aloud, as Jerry's sap drained onto his belly, "I just washed the sheets."Entering the Fertility Clinic's solarium with Jerry, I commented, "the smoky blue lighting shooting up from fixtures along the floor reflecting off the glass walls give this room a spooky feeling at night."Looking around, Jerry asked, "Are you sure we should be in here?"To Jerry's witty remark that sun porches were not generally intended for night use, I chuckled in disbelief, "If the Clinic can sell training films, human breast milk and man-sap and rent women's bodies for Surrogacy, it will market anything that can be produced on premises." Pointing to the mat on the floor, I told Jerry to lie and to don an electronic visor. "I know you prefer to fantasize doing the animalistic doggy-styled hitching post, but I'd like to watch you christen the solarium in the passive cowgirl style. Beside that attachment was easier for me to drag in here."You know," Jerry reminded me, "Female riding atop subordinates me."Despite the protest, financial reward or the hope of it was powerful magic. Obediently dropping to the floor, Jerry lay supine. As I assisted him placing the visor on his head, Jerry asked about the news. "After you make the deposit," I promised."Hurry," Jerry pleaded."Patience," I reminded Jerry.Reviewing scores of recordings for selections of security camera segments for inclusion in my fantasy overtaxed my patience far beyond what I expected. Other than the stock training films, I realized it'd be easier to stage other scenes.My conspirator in security suggested that I'd be able to indulge in a bust of creativity by creating a film rather than trawling through archives: "You arrive in one of your new revealing outfits. I prefer the black cropped top and matching mesh Minnie skirt with black net stockings. Hips swinging, you present full-frontal nudity sashaying on the catwalk to the shower where you furiously masturbate under the spray. After a provocative toweling, we throw in the training film sequence. Give'em a good wiggle with a rear view as you shake that booty down the catwalk to leave. Title it a `Tough Day at the Office.'""`A Tough Day at the Office,' indeed," I exclaimed, "might take more than a few seconds to produce.""A labor of love," my conspirator replied with a snide smile."Or appealing to your prurient interest," I protested the guard's request for a private show to make the film. As a Gemini being of two minds at the same time, the paradox was intriguing. For the sake of love, I would be giving my friend in security a private show for his amusement. "Dr. Velour, the facility director?" I asked."The director is preparing to move
Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think? No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.
Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex
House passes bill to ban TikTok. Fight over voter ID continues. Don Lemon says Elon Musk canceled his deal with X after ‘tense' interview. Jelly Roll regrets 98 Percent of his tattoos. Judge dismisses some charges against Trump in the Georgia 2020 election interference case. Another Boeing plane has to make an emergency landing. Swaying undecided voters to vote.
Episode Description: Julia Marsh of Sway discusses the revolutionary potential of seaweed in addressing the pervasive issue of plastic pollution. With a focus on sustainable packaging solutions, Marsh highlights how Sway leverages the natural properties of seaweed to create compostable, eco-friendly alternatives to traditional plastic. Through a blend of innovation, environmental stewardship, and a deep understanding of the ocean's resources, Marsh shares her vision for a future where materials return to nature harmlessly, transforming our relationship with packaging and significantly reducing plastic waste. Grow Everything brings the bioeconomy to life. Hosts Karl Schmieder and Erum Azeez Khan share stories and interview the leaders and influencers changing the world by growing everything. Biology is the oldest technology. And it can be engineered. What are we growing? Learn more at www.messaginglab.com/groweverything Chapters: 00:00:00 - Unveiling Seaweed's Potential: A Green Revolution Begins 00:00:23 - Inspiration from a Snowy NYC: The Journey to Innovation 00:01:41 - Decentralized Science: Pioneering Research and Freedom 00:02:31 - Crypto Meets Biology: A Novel Data Exchange 00:03:45 - Visioning Decentralized Science's Future: A Global Impact 00:05:16 - Genomic Data Marketplace: Ethical and Financial Implications 00:05:59 - Analyzing 23andMe's Decline: Lessons and Insights 00:08:09 - Genomic Data's New Horizon: Opportunities and Challenges 00:08:33 - Biotech's Business Paradigms: Navigating Through Innovation 00:09:27 - Startup Fundraising: Keys to Unlocking Potential 00:14:27 - From Design to Clean Tech: A Transformation Story 00:22:23 - Seaweed's Hurdles: Overcoming Obstacles for Sustainability 00:23:57 - Seaweed to Substitute Plastic: The Transformation Process 00:27:56 - Plastic Production and Recycling: Unveiling the Truth 00:29:42 - Infrastructure Shift: Paving the Way for Sustainable Solutions 00:30:38 - Sway's Journey: Merging Incorporation with Innovation 00:32:33 - Empowering Seaweed Farmers: Sway's Collaborative Effort 00:33:50 - Carbon Sequestration: Seaweed's Role in Climate Action 00:35:43 - Quality and Consistency: Selecting Sway's Seaweed 00:39:07 - Sway's Market Impact: A Sustainable Product Revolution 00:47:41 - The Future of Biotech: Sway's Visionary Approach 00:48:55 - Biotech's Role in Material Science: A New Era Episode Links: Julia on LinkedIn Sway Desci NYC (social channel) Siraj Raval (Youtube channel) Arye Lipman LabDAO (interview) Jocelyn Pearl LabDAO and The Lady Scientist Podcast (Ep. 36 of GE) Merck Digital Sciences Studio (website) Finding Investor Tips (Erum's Linkedin post) 23andMe stock value drops, company in tailspin (article) Terrarium - alternative materials community in Bangalore India (website) Dreaming in Biology with Cas Smith of Gingko (Ep. 5 of GE) C16 Biosciences, Shara Ticku Interview (Ep. 3 of GE) Pangaia, Amanda Parkes Interview (Ep. 19 of GE) Checkerspot, Charles Dimmler Interview (Ep. 20 of GE) Get $300 off Synbiobeta tickets (May 6-9 in San Jose, CA) using promo code: Grow Everything Topics Covered: biomaterials, plastic industry, transition, thin film plastic, algae Have a question or comment? Message us here: Text or Call (804) 505-5553 Instagram / TikTok / Twitter / LinkedIn / Youtube / GrowEverything website Email: groweverything@messaginglab.com Support here: Patreon Music by: Nihilore Production by: Amplafy Media --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/messaginglab/message
Seaweed packs a punch. It produces more than half of the world's oxygen and removes millions of tons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere each year. It's also incredibly nutritious and easily cultivated, with seaweed farming making up nearly a third of all marine aquaculture. From the Irish Sea to the Pacific Ocean, we explore how this underwater marvel is becoming a key part of the solution to both hunger and climate change. Tune in to hear about the surprising history of edible seaweed with Recipes for Change chef JP McMahon and learn about the regenerative potential of kelp farming with fisherman-turned-CEO Bren Smith. Featuring Sea Briganti, Rebecca Gouldhurst, JP McMahon, and Bren Smith.This is Farms. Food. Future – a podcast that's good for you, good for the planet and good for farmers. Brought to you by the International Fund for Agricultural Development.For more information:https://www.ifad.org/en/web/latest/-/podcast-episode-53Eat Like a Fish by Bren SmithGreenWaveThe Seaweed ForagerFood On The EdgeCava BodegaAniar - Contemporary Irish Michelin-starred Restaurant in Galway cityAdvancing the planet towards a plastic-free future
The media has already begun priming the pump for the 2024 election cycle in the US. Swaying the average American to believe one thing over another will be the target of billions of dollars of advertising spending. Will all of the information we are exposed to be true? Probably not, but how do we know? What can we do to build our mental immunity and critical thinking skills? To discover how we can protect and preserve humanity when faced with misinformation, Positive Psychology Podcast Host Lisa Cypers Kamen speaks with author, researcher, and founder of the Cognitive Immunology Research Collaborative (CIRCE), Dr. Andy Norman. Andy and Lisa delve into what to expect from their new collaborative effort to tone our mental muscles through the Mental Immunity Project. They also discuss how to discern false narratives, how to have open and compassionate conversations, and ten rules of thumb to make the mind less susceptible to misinformation, all just in time for the deluge of political rhetoric on the horizon. This episode is proudly sponsored by:OUAI— Offers beauty-boosting head-to-toe self-care rituals. Visit theouai.com.To learn more, visit www.harvestinghappinesstalkradio.com.
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Ep.180 features KAVERI RAINA (b.1990, New Delhi, India). She received an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and a BFA from Maryland Institute College of Art. Select solo and group exhibitions include: The Big Picture (2023) Night Gallery, Los Angeles, CA; A soft place to land (2023), Museum of Contemporary Art Cleveland, Cleveland, OH; Deep! Down! Inside! (2023) Hales Gallery, New York, NY; Kaveri Raina and Coral Saucedo Lomelí: What Do You Remember About the Earth (2023), Lighthouse Works, NY; image as a burden, death as a womb (2022), Chapter NY, New York, NY; Heft (2022), PATRON, Chicago, IL; E/Merge: Art of the Indian Diaspora (2021), National Indo-American Museum, Lombard, IL; Partings, Swaying to the Moon (2020), PATRON, Chicago, IL; NO LACKS, ME AND MY SHADOW (2020), M+B Gallery, Los Angeles, CA; A Space for Monsters (2021), Twelve Gates Arts, Philadelphia, PA; Hildur Ásgeirsdóttir Jónsson and Kaveri Raina (2020), Abattoir Gallery, Cleveland, OH; Linger to Gaze (2019), Annarumma Gallery, Naples, Italy; Linger Still (2019), Assembly Room, New York, NY; Here or There (2019), Paolo Arao, Rata Projects, New York, NY; Sarah.Canright / Kaveri.Raina (2019), Permanent Collection/Co-Lab Projects, Austin, TX; spaceless (2019), Deli Gallery, Brooklyn, NY; Paint School (2019), Shandaken Projects, Klaus von Nichtssagend, New York, NY; garcia, raina, shore, tossin (2019) at Luhring Augustine, New York; Pleasure at a Distance (2018), Irvine Fine Arts Center, Irvine, CA. Raina has received several fellowships and awards including the James Nelson Raymond Fellowship, the Ox-bow Residency Award, and the Skowhegan School of Painting & Sculpture Fellowship Award. Photo credit Terrance James Jr. Patron Gallery https://patrongallery.com/artist/kaveriraina Patron Gallery "Songs of Silence yet bluebirds hum" https://patrongallery.com/exhibition/413/songs-of-silence-yet-bluebirds-hum Patron Gallery "Heft" https://patrongallery.com/exhibition/323/heft Casey Kaplan Gallery https://caseykaplangallery.com/artists/kaveri-raina/ Chicago Gallery News https://www.chicagogallerynews.com/events/kaveri-raina-songs-of-silence-yet-bluebirds-hum MOCA Cleveland "A soft place to land" https://www.mocacleveland.org/a-soft-place-to-land Night Gallery "the big picture" https://www.nightgallery.ca/exhibitions/the-big-picture/press-release Chapter "image as burden, death as womb" https://chapter-ny.com/exhibitions/image-as-a-burden-death-as-a-womb/ Artforum Review https://www.artforum.com/events/kaveri-raina-2-250873/ Lighthouse works https://lighthouseworks.us/exhibitions/kaveri-raina-coral-saucedo-lomeli-what-do-you-remember-about-the-earth Office "The wistful edge of silence" https://officemagazine.net/wistful-edge-silence-kaveri-raina NewCIty https://art.newcity.com/2020/03/16/ambiguity-of-form-a-review-of-kaveri-raina-at-patron/ Maake Magazine https://www.maakemagazine.com/issue-14
Welcome to an oasis of tranquility amidst swaying palms. Immerse yourself in the gentle whispers of nature's embrace as these elegant palms sway gracefully in the tropical breeze. This ASMR experience invites you to unwind and find serenity within the soothing sights and sounds of nature. Let the rustling palm leaves create a symphony of relaxation, as each gentle movement becomes a tranquil lullaby for your senses. The mesmerizing dance of the palms in the wind provides a visual and auditory journey, transporting you to a peaceful haven where worries fade away. Close your eyes and let the whispers of the palms guide you to a state of calmness and deep relaxation. Whether you seek a moment of meditation, a peaceful backdrop for work, or simply a serene escape from the everyday hustle, join us in this soothing journey with the "Swaying Palms: ASMR Serenity in Nature" video. Let the gentle sway of these palms bring you the harmony and peace you deserve.
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We all want more Flamy! Check out the website for all her fabulous happenings:https://www.flamygrant.com/https://flamygrant.bandcamp.com/See Flamy in concert!https://www.flamygrant.com/showsOfficial video for "Bible Belt Baby"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlsVNigFByk&list=RDrlsVNigFByk&start_radio=1Drag Queen Trixie Mattel dismantles anti-drag rhetoric in less than 1 minute!https://www.pride.com/drag-queens/trixie-mattel-drag-bans-responseOver the Rhine music: https://overtherhine.com/ACLU of Tennessee LGBTQ Equality issues: https://www.aclu-tn.org/en/press-releases/murfreesboro-officials-amend-anti-lgbtq-ordinance-response-advocates-lawsuit Tracey & Sharon's burlesque party pics:https://www.instagram.com/feetofclay.cultsisters/https://www.instagram.com/feetofclay.cultsistershttps://feetofclayconfessionsofthecultsisters.buzzsprout.comWe love acronyms -- and we aren't afraid to use them! Here are some common ones that we might forget to explain:LDM - Last Days Ministries (organization) ICT - Intensive Christian Training School (at LDM)YWAM - Youth With A Mission (organization) CCM - Contemporary Christian Music
Welcome to another episode of the Cadillac Jack – My Second Act podcast. Hide your grandmas. Caddy was dismissed from ham duty. You made it! We all made it! We got through Thanksgiving in one piece. Caddy did great – well, mostly. He got at least some of his food shopping done and he picked up Nana for the festivities. That's a whole different story though. It got us to talking about ageing and how we as humans and family members cope with loved ones getting older and losing some of their facilities. It's hard, but it's a part of life and it is our duty to protect and cherish our elders. Speaking of Thanksgiving…anyone else do any Black Friday shopping? We know they did in Alpharetta! Donna's story was slammed. It is really something to observe retail shoppers – especially on Black Friday. Now bring on Christmas! There is also a story about something…smelly and gross that happened on a Frontier flight over the weekend. And you KNOW we are going to discuss how good Dolly Parton looked during the halftime of the Cowboys game. 77 years old? Are you kidding me?! What's on YOUR Christmas list this year? Let us know. Text or call 770-464-6024.
— “In 2018, I watched a good portion of Hurricane Michael blow through Tallahassee from my front porch. As a lifelong Southerner, I've seen a few tropical storms and hurricanes, and find myself stuck between being in awe of the power of nature and wanting to give it a wide enough berth to show my respect. As I watched the trees in the storm, I noticed that they were doing more than just standing there. They were swaying, bending, and releasing. Even when we are rooted where we are, we can do the same thing. The storms of life can definitely push us around, but we don't have to just stand there. Like a tree, we all sway from side to side throughout our lives to allow for this event or that unexpected change of plans. I believe that these times actually make us stronger, more cognitively nimble, and more creative. Sway when you can so that the things you do to take care of yourself can keep happening even in a storm. Swaying might mean compromising on when exercise happens so that it can, rather than letting it stop altogether. As I watched the trees bend I thought about how they were pretty stubborn and must really be committed to being where they were to withstand so much pressure and not fall over. It reminded me of those times when life gets so hectic that if we want to stay healthy in spite of it, we need to make even bigger compromises. Those trees were swaying, and they were bending, but they were also releasing some of themselves in order to stay upright. This is a loss, for sure, but one that is regained over time. Don't be afraid to let some branches fall off your tree if it means you stay rooted in what supports your physical and emotional health. It's likely that those things will come back in time, and the loss will be a temporary one. I believe that our roots will go deeper, and we will be stronger. If another of life's storms is headed your way, be like a tree. Sway, bend, release, and hang on to your roots.” ~ Heather Valeria interviews Heather Fuselier aka “Healthy Heather” — She is the author of “Happy, Healthy You: Breaking the Rules for a Well-Balanced Life.” “Healthy Heather” Fuselier is a National-Board Certified Health and Wellness Coach, Certified Tobacco Treatment Specialist, Certified Running Coach, and employee well-being consultant specializing in helping people live healthy, balanced lives. She is the host of the Heather Solves Everything Podcast, and teaches the Am I Hungry? Mindful Eating Program to help people break up with dieting and eat fearlessly. To learn more about Heather Fuselier and her work, please visit: https://www.heathersolveseverything.com/ — This podcast is a quest for well-being, a quest for a meaningful life through the exploration of fundamental truths, enlightening ideas, insights on physical, mental, and spiritual health. The inspiration is Love. The aspiration is to awaken new ways of thinking that can lead us to a new way of being, being well.
We are so sorry this is out late! But we are so very excited to be releasing this episode with Flamy Grant! In an effort to get it out ASAP I'm going to make the show notes here short so we can get get this published and have you enjoying it right away! You can check out Flamy's Kickstarter at: https://KickFlamy.com or visit her website https://www.flamygrant.com/ for links to all the things! If you're interested in attending the event we talk about in the beginning of the episode go to https://www.contentwarningevent.com/ If you are wanting to drop us a text note or voice memo we'd love to hear from you! You can email those to us at Hosts@ThereafterPod.com. Please let us know in the email if you would be ok with the message or voice note being featured on an episode. If you enjoy listening to the show, please consider heading over to apple podcasts to rate and review us. If you really enjoy the show, we would love to see you in our Patreon.com/ThereafterPod! Also, look for us on social media and shoot us a message to say hello, or chat with us in Twitter spaces on Tuesday mornings in deconstruction coffee hour! Twitter: @ThereafterPod, @CortlandCoffey, @ThePursuingLife Instagram: @ThereafterPodcast, @CortlandCoffey, @ThePursuingLife
Censorship comes in many obvious forms, but the subtler type works by not showing you things that the censor doesn't want you to see, or making it much harder for you to find them yourself. That, according to psychologist and Big Tech researcher Dr. Robert Epstein, is what Google is doing every day, but especially around election time. For the past eleven years, Epstein has studied what he called the “search engine manipulation effect,” by monitoring how Google uses its vast storehouse of knowledge of individual to bias the results of searches done by its users. He and his team monitor how Google's search algorithm weights and ranks the results of searches done of its search engine, which controls an overwhelming 93% of the online search market. His findings strongly suggest that Google is cooking its search results in favor of Democratic candidates and liberal causes that the company supports, and he has the receipts to back it up. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Breathe in deeply, Allowing your inhale, To reach all the way to your toes, Hold it here for a moment, And then release, Relaxing your body and letting it go. PAUSE… Breathe in slower, Every single time, Expanding your breath bit by bit. Breathe out longer, Every single time, Letting your body know it's time to submit. PAUSE… Imagine the slow breeze, Kissing your face, And pulling you into its song. Watch the slow breeze, Gently blowing the leaves, Swaying the trees along. PAUSE… Slow down now, The time is here to rest, Open yourself to the night. Let her take over, The tasks of the day, And infuse you with a loving light. LONG PAUSE… If the thoughts want to play, If your mind is loud, Come deep into your breath instead. The thoughts will dissolve, Your mind will clear, Your body will melt into your bed. PAUSE… There's more time tomorrow, To pick up the details, To live your life in motion. But be here right now, With the stillness of the night, And surrender to the rhythms of the ocean. LONG PAUSE… Feel the tempo, Surrender to the flow, Of the slow and peaceful night. Let the rhythm, Live in your bones, And melt you deep in your bed tonight. PAUSE… Slow down even more, Let everything dissolve, As the cadence rocks you to sleep. You're made up of love, Of light and of strenth, So let go completely, it's time to fall asleep. Sweet Dreams, Beautiful.
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Take a deep breath, A breath that softens your body, A breath that gently hums in your center as you stretch comfortably. LONG PAUSE Find the position that is right for you. And lets you melt into your bed Sinking slowly into it As you become one with it. PAUSE Then gradually inhale another breath, A breath of peace and calm, A breath that touches any area of tension in your body. And softens that area as you let go. LONG PAUSE As you breathe, imagine a curtain opening in your mind's eye, red velvet with thick gold cords dangling at the end. PAUSE Behind the curtain are your dreams, the things you want to bring to life, These dreams stir your soul and spark your inner light. PAUSE These dreams are calling you Inspiring you to move with them, You're their Creator With the power to make them true. PAUSE Imagine, now, stepping onto the stage Where they're holding space for you. Like an orchestra, ready to play, Just waiting for their Conductor to guide them, to bring them to life. All together. PAUSE Delicately, you approach a dream. You hear it whisper and hum like music, Just waiting to carry you away On a cloud of relaxing sounds, So you listen with your heart. PAUSE You raise your arms to conduct, Swaying them back and forth in a beautiful, hypnotic rhythm that creates the essence of your dream and the orchestra follows. PAUSE And with each soothing note the orchestra plays, You relax more deeply And feel your dream move closer and closer. Until the music of your dream dissolves inside you, becomes one with you, becomes your Truth. PAUSE Take a moment to rest, to pause, like a musical note that you hold to take in all its power. Breathe in your dream's power. PAUSE And now, set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE Across the stage is another dream ready to come to life, with an orchestra bathed in all vibrant colors of the rainbow. PAUSE As you approach the dream, The orchestra plays a lullaby. A distant, dreamy lullaby. Each note rises as a color, swirling above you. PAUSE Moving with ease and grace, the colors roll in the air, blending into shapes and pieces of the dream you're ready to create. PAUSE Quietly, softly, your dream embraces you. The colors embrace you, Giving you a safe, gentle hug before melding into you. Becoming you. You and your dream are one. PAUSE And again, you set an intention for your dream, an intention you tell yourself you will remember when you wake, an intention that is your truth. PAUSE As you drift deeper into sleep, Deeper into the calming music of your soul, Where your dreams are tucked inside, Dreams that now live and breathe with life. Namaste, Beautiful
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Breathe in deeply, Allowing your inhale, To reach all the way to your toes, Hold it here for a moment, And then release, Relaxing your body and letting it go. PAUSE… Breathe in slower, Every single time, Expanding your breath bit by bit. Breathe out longer, Every single time, Letting your body know it's time to submit. PAUSE… Imagine the slow breeze, Kissing your face, And pulling you into its song. Watch the slow breeze, Gently blowing the leaves, Swaying the trees along. PAUSE… Slow down now, The time is here to rest, Open yourself to the night. Let her take over, The tasks of the day, And infuse you with a loving light. LONG PAUSE… If the thoughts want to play, If your mind is loud, Come deep into your breath instead. The thoughts will dissolve, Your mind will clear, Your body will melt into your bed. PAUSE… There's more time tomorrow, To pick up the details, To live your life in motion. But be here right now, With the stillness of the night, And surrender to the rhythms of the ocean. LONG PAUSE… Feel the tempo, Surrender to the flow, Of the slow and peaceful night. Let the rhythm, Live in your bones, And melt you deep in your bed tonight. PAUSE… Slow down even more, Let everything dissolve, As the cadence rocks you to sleep. You're made up of love, Of light and of strenth, So let go completely, it's time to fall asleep. Sweet Dreams, Beautiful.
In this episode, we were joined by Tom Lawrence of Lawrence Systems and CNWR IT Consultants. He was on the show over a year ago, and his YouTube channel has just kept growing since then. In fact, it's become so successful that he's merging his business with CNWR so he can continue to focus on the YouTube channel while CNWR manage the business projects. Recently, Meta launched Threads and Tom shared his take on the various social networks and how he uses each one. Finally, Tom talked about how he uses AI like ChatGPT to help him manage his business. Bob and Randy played around with ChatGPT and Bob got it to generate this poem: In Detroit's vibrant heart, a celebration did ignite, Randy Walker's 40th birthday, shining ever so bright. Amidst the city's rhythm, where dreams intertwine, Tocororo awaited, a venue so divine. The night air was filled with excitement and cheer, As friends and loved ones gathered, drawing near. Randy, a soul adored, a beacon of light, Guiding others with kindness, a true delight. At Tocororo's threshold, the ambiance embraced, A tapestry of laughter and joy interlaced. The melodies of Motown danced through the air, Celebrating a milestone, a life lived with flair. The walls adorned with memories of days gone by, Each photograph a testament, reaching for the sky. From humble beginnings, Randy had soared, Touching countless lives with the love he poured. In the dimly lit room, candles flickered with grace, Illuminating the journey etched on his face. Friends raised their glasses, toasts filled with cheer, Honoring Randy's presence, a treasure so dear. The aroma of delectable cuisine wafted in the breeze, Tickling taste buds with flavors that pleased. From soulful barbecue to savory delights, Every bite a testament to culinary heights. The laughter echoed, resounding like a symphony, As stories of shared adventures unfolded with glee. From youthful escapades to wisdom's embrace, Randy's path had intertwined with every trace. A live band struck up a vibrant tune, Swaying bodies beneath the luminescent moon. Feet tapped to the rhythm, hearts beating in time, Celebrating Randy, a friend so sublime. As the night waned on, memories etched in hearts, Randy's spirit shone bright, never to depart. With gratitude and love, the celebration drew near, For forty years of existence, cherished and clear. And so, in Tocororo's embrace, Detroit's soul did sing, A testament to friendship and the joy it brings. Randy Walker's 40th birthday, a moment held tight, In the tapestry of time, forever alight. Randy had ChatGPT generate a biography of Bob, and this is what it came up with. It's not very accurate. Bob Waltenspiel is a renowned podcaster and entrepreneur known for his captivating storytelling and insightful conversations. Born on April 12, 1980, in a small town in Michigan, Bob developed a passion for communication and technology from a young age. Bob's journey into podcasting began in the early 2000s when he co-founded a podcast network called "Podcast Detroit." With his innate ability to connect with people and a keen eye for emerging trends, Bob quickly gained recognition in the podcasting community. Under his leadership, Podcast Detroit grew into a thriving network that showcased a diverse range of shows across various genres, attracting a loyal and dedicated audience. Beyond his involvement in Podcast Detroit, Bob became a prominent figure in the podcasting industry through his own show, aptly named "The Bob Waltenspiel Podcast." Known for its in-depth interviews and thought-provoking discussions, the show featured a wide array of guests, including entrepreneurs, artists, scientists, and thought leaders. Bob's natural curiosity and insightful questioning made each episode a compelling experience for listeners. As an entrepreneur, Bob was also involved in several successful ventures. He co-founded a technology startup that revolutionized the way peopl...
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When you lose yourself in God,you find yourself Here.Hearing this Silence.Feeling this Love.Smiling.Swaying.Knowing,that your life starts NOW.Happy new week,new birth,new life.You deserve this.You deserve everything.You are Everything,because you are Love.I Love you,Nik nikki@curlynikki.comPlease help me keep the show ad free + Get Merch!▶▶https://www.patreon.com/goodmornings________________________________Today's Quotes: "For I AM the 4th Dimension. I AM the dimension where all karmic law is broken, shattered, never to raise its head again. Where I AM, even in the midst of the appearance of war, there is peace; in the midst of the appearance of lack there is abundance. Where I AM, there is no depression. Where I AM, there are no broken bones. Where I AM, there are no germs. Where I AM there is no death, because I AM Life Itself. Such a realm has existed before Time was invented by the mind of man. We are walking in a realm, a realm called I, a realm of Spirit which man calls God and this Spiritual Realm is waiting patiently, just beyond the periphery of every man's consciousness, waiting for him to expand, to open up. And that's the meaning of Rebirth.As your consciousness expands to become aware of this invisible kingdom around you, it enters into your consciousness; and its name is I. It is infinite. It is present. I stand here NOW, the perfect invisible Kingdom, waiting for anyone who has the vision, the understanding, the courage, the desire to serve truth instead of concept. And so we open up. We open out a way for that imprisoned splendor. And when you do, then you receive your signs very quickly, for I AM quick, sharp, powerful. The moment you turn to I, I rushes to you. And then you find power is not in the mind. Power is not in the sword. Power is not in the bomb. Power is not in the human planning and scheming. Power is simply in the receptivity to I. That's your new philosopher stone. I in the midst of you can do all things. Nothing is impossible to I."Herb Fitch 1971 Seminar Tape Series"The Mystical I"Class: 1"I Stand At The Door And Knock"Page 15"Lose your soul in God's Love. I swear there is no other way."-Rumi "When I asked Maharajji how to meditate, he said, “Meditate like Christ.” I said, “Maharajji, how did Christ meditate?” He became very quiet and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he had a blissful expression on his face and a tear trickled down his cheek. He opened his eyes and said, “He lost himself in Love.” Try the meditation of losing yourself in love.."-Ram Dass Support the show
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