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This week on Beale Street Caravan we feature the soulful sounds of The Wilkins Sisters live from the 2024 RiverBeat Music Festival. Sisters Tangela, Joyce, and Tawana are the daughters of the late gospel bluesman, Reverend John Wilkins, and are keeping their family's musical tradition alive and well. Grammy nominated blues man, Guy Davis, will also be with us to deliver an installment of the Blues Hall of Fame, an exploration of the lives of the pioneers and innovators enshrined in the Blues Hall of Fame.  

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time.#BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twthttps://www.youtube.com/live/yZ8xP5yzxeI?si=nuMn2pr43P6PzZe3https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/tuesdayswithtawana/episodes/Roots-e2uek6mhttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tuesdayswithtawana/id1518313655

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time.#BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twthttps://www.youtube.com/live/yZ8xP5yzxeI?si=nuMn2pr43P6PzZe3https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/tuesdayswithtawana/episodes/Roots-e2uek6mhttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tuesdayswithtawana/id1518313655

WELCOME REV. DR. MITZI J. SMITHJoin Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time.#BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twthttps://www.youtube.com/live/yZ8xP5yzxeI?si=nuMn2pr43P6PzZe3https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/tuesdayswithtawana/episodes/Roots-e2uek6mhttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tuesdayswithtawana/id1518313655

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time.#BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twthttps://www.youtube.com/live/yZ8xP5yzxeI?si=nuMn2pr43P6PzZe3

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on#TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time.#BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twtTruNorth Institute ~ https://www.trunorth.institute/LinkedIn ~ Hasira AshemuFB ~ H. Soul

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Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt

Evander's therapy sessions, after being treated for cancer in prison.Based on posts by black wizvrd. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Checking Evander's GlandsI woke up to my guard banging on my cell door with complete disregard to me sleeping."C'mon man; you know I don't care about that weak ass breakfast you're serving." I said in response.Completely pissed off from the disruption of my sleep I turned over on my uncomfortable cot and tried to fall back asleep.I had been spending the past 6 months in the Big Springs Federal prison infirmary, because I was in remission from lymphoma cancer and I was looking forward to going back to general population confinement. At least in general population I wasn't being woken up every 3 hours during the night to check my vitals, and asked if I'm getting any sleep?I went ahead and got up to eat a pile of half-cooked, unsweetened oatmeal. I sat on the plastic chair and pulled the little roller cart up to me. The oatmeal was totally disgusting, but I had skipped breakfast the past few days and realized it's best I ate something.Soon after I finished eating, a nurse wheeled a blood pressure machine into my cell."Hi; I'm Tawana. How you feeling this morning?" She said as she unraveled the blood pressure cuff to put on my arm."Ready to get the fuck out of here." I said sharply as I attempted to relax as the blood pressure cuff tightened."Don't worry. I'll be quick." The nurse told me after recording my blood pressure. "After I do a final physical, it'll be no longer than an hour and we will get you out of here." She said while removing the cuff from around my arm.To my surprise I must've not heard her speaking to me because she repeated herself again. I was too busy looking at her ass once I got comfortable with how tight the inflatable cuff gripped my arm.She was half decent in the face but she had an outstanding ass on her. I had seen her walking around the infirmary with the other nurses but this was our first interaction."Did you not hear me?" She said snapping me back to reality."What now?" I said as our eyes met."You'll need to lay on your cot." She said sounding somewhat impatient with me.I got up and laid back on my cot as she approached my side. She gently felt for lymph gland swelling, around my neck and collarbone. "Look to the left." She said guiding my head in that direction as she continued pressing into my lower neck and collarbone in search of inflamed lymph nodes.This was a routine I had become familiar with as I had been under their care for 6 months at that point. After being in county jail for 1 year and prison for 11 years, smoking jail house tobacco had caught up to me and I was being treated for cancer in prison.Sucks to suck, but good thing it was only stage 1 lymphoma. Treatment for stage 1 cancer is relatively minuscule compared to stage 3 or 4, I imagine."Go on and pull your pants down for me." She said catching me off guard."My pants?" I questioned her. Although I was familiar with the process, I still hadn't quite wrapped my mind around how this was even a thing."Your boxers too." She said as she turned her back to me to put a pair of rubber gloves on.Of course, as she turned away briefly I took my opportunity to get a good look at her African bubble ass. After all the time I've done, it's like I developed a radar for when women working at the prison bent over or turned around and I always made sure to get a good look of their ass. It didn't matter if it was flat or plump, confinement had turned me into an ultimate pervert.She had a literal bubble butt. I could swear if I gripped it, it would pop.After lifting my hips, I nudged my boxers down to my knees and I nestled back into my metal cot; my hands instinctively cupping my stiffening jewels. She turned back towards me and immediately began pressing her hands into the crevices of my crotch like clockwork.I naturally resisted the pressure of her hand, pushing my hand off my crotch. I'm not sure why I had it covered up, it's just natural."You act like you have not done this before?" She said continuing. "Move your hand, this is a full physical of your pelvis." She said as I complied. “ Your neck area, and your crotch, are the two areas where lymphoma is our biggest concern. I have to confirm every gland is in the normal range.”The experience began to make me horny as you can imagine. After getting a few looks of her ass in her scrubs, any man would be aroused. She was now bent over, and the vee neck of her scrubs was loose enough to show me lots of pendulous swaying tits.I watched her hand hesitate and I looked up at her, sensing something wasn't right. I watched her eyes inspect me as she paused. I followed her eyes into my lap as a natural reflex and realized I was hard. Defined, veiny, rock hardness."I'm sorry I'm just a little nervous." I said as I watched her eyes cut to the wall. She awkwardly laughed a little and blushed. It was probably the first time I had seen a woman of her ebony complexion blush. It's not like her face turned red, her brown skin wouldn't allow for that."It's alright, that's completely natural." She said as her eyes made their way back to my crotch. She continued feeling within my pubic hair surrounding my cock.Moment after moment, more sexual tension grew in between us and I became confident."It's definitely natural, not every morning do I have a nurse with a nice ass giving me a handjob.The corner of her lip smirked a bit as she took her time assessing my groin. “Are there any areas of swelling or tenderness you're aware of, Evander?”“I have two noticeable lumps hanging under my cock. You might want to examine them thoroughly, Ma'am?”She licked her lips and sighed. I could feel what seemed like her wedding ring through her plastic glove."You wish; I was giving you a handjob." She said as a drop of precum formed on the head of my penis.She watched the precum roll down my shaft, as she shifted gears feeling underneath my ball sack."Um.. I'm gonna.." She started to say, just as I cut her off."You're going to give me a handjob." I said looking at her.She squeezed hard on one of my big balls.I flinched. “Ah!” I bellowed out."I'm married." She said, continuing to hover over me as she continued rubbing around my balls. Her eyes rolled to the side as if she were thinking continuing to feel around my sack for any signs of inflammation."So you'd give me a handjob if you weren't married?" I asked her just after sighing to her touch. It felt like she was giving my groin a deep tissue massage the way she ran her fingertips softly and deeply into my skin. “Very few women have access to a cock this big and full. I suspect you'll wish you'd availed yourself of this offer?”She looked away and I could sense she was about finished. Just as she began easing up on pressing into my flesh, I gently palmed the back of her hand and guided it around my penis. She hardly even resisted and she quite naturally clasped her hand around my dick.As she resisted even less, our hands were in sync as we both masturbated my cock for a few seconds. I let go of her hand and she continued stroking me. Besides the couple times she cut her eyes away earlier in the physical, she hadn't broke her stare at my penis. She seemed in a trance.Totally in the moment, she knelt to the side of my cot and continued giving me a handjob. Her fingers couldn't even wrap around it entirely as she gave me a reverent, adoring hand-job.I gave her a head nod when she finally looked at me, and she leaned in knowing what I meant. I could feel her energy as her head got closer to my penis tip. Gripping the base of my cock, she pressed the head of my penis between her juicy lips, then flicking her tongue under my glans. She must have had taste for cock this morning, because I could feel just how much her mouth was salivating as her warm mouth sucked me off.Plenty of silence passed as she sucked my dick, until she eventually released my dick from her mouth.My left hand was already down her scrub pants palming her soft ass. My right hand was up her scrub blouse, stroking both her pendulous big tits. Moving my left hand in front, I slid under her panties. I found her pussy wet as ever. She got back to sucking my dick as I fingered her nub, then slid one, no two fingers inside her hot cunt."You're wet as hell." I said as I fingered her. All she could do was nod and close her eyes as she traced my shaft up and down with her lips.I made some room for her on my cot as she made her way up onto it, straddling my hips. She kept a hold of my dick as I pulled her pants down her plump ass and nudged her panties out of the way.She leaned forward some as she guided my dick into parting her rather thick pussy lips. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she sunk down swallowing my full shaft.Her ever-so-tight pussy contracted immediately just before opening up and I pumped into it, slow and deep. She leaned forward more, offering more of her pussy to me as I began trying to pound up into her, as silent as possible.Once I had quietly pounded her a while, I covered her mouth with my hand and started drilling her.She moaned into my hand as I worked her pussy long and hard. I could swear I felt her pussy tingle and quiver just before she began to cream. There was a faint echo of her cum squishing in between our skin as my hips met her ass.She started quivering, her whole body was in some sort of seizure-like state.I stopped, then scooted up and slipped off the cot. I knelt behind her and pressed her onto her chest and her face into my pillow. On top of her I adjusted her panties just below the cuff of her ass. Her ass looked marvelous standing proud and inviting my plunder.Once I positioned my dick in line with her soaked pussy. I slammed into her and immediately began pile driving her ass like a jack hammer.My pillow muffled her moans well enough, but at that point, the way I was pounding her, created an echo in my cell.Each time I stabbed her wet pussy, a fap would echo and the continuous rhythm created a unique sound. She feverishly moaned into my pillow as I put all of my weight on her hips, pinning her to the cot. She arched her back and opened up more and more as I drilled her cervix. The more I pounded her, the more she opened up, arching her back deeper, angling her ass higher for me. I gave her the fucking she deserved. I couldn't take my eyes off of how it looked, hammering her, each ripple across her ass cheek imprinted on my mind.I knew I had beat her pussy into submission when she completely relaxed. Cum raced out of my penis and eventually flooded her pussy with my cum. I could feel my cum coated balls kissing her pussy lips at the end of every stroke.Between the claps somehow we both heard keys jiggling down the hallway accompanied with steps. We both scrambled to gain our composure. I rolled off of her and she was on her feet within a split second. She frantically pulled her pants back over her ass and adjusted her hair as a guard unlocked my cell door and opened it."Everything alright in here Mariah?" The guard questioned her."Yeah, um.. I just wrapped up his physical. I just need to get vitals and I'll be off." She said sounding a bit out of breath as she pulled her gloves off and tossed them into the trash.There was an awkward silence that made the experience even more erotic for me. It was like her husband had just walked in after his friend finished clapping her cheeks. Somehow it felt like he knew I had just fucked her. He probably smelled our combined juices and knew it was a fuck scene."Alright." The guard said as he seemed to look up the walls and ceiling, sniffing once more..He and I made eye contact as he paused briefly. His eyebrows were scrunched together as if he were trying to figure something out. Tawana may have been a woman he also desired to fuck the hell out of?I broke eye contact as I looked at the back of the nurses scrub pants. In between her thighs there was a damp spot.The guard finally stepped out of my cell and left the door open. I sat up off the cot, looking at the nurse up and down from the back, as she eventually turned around. Her hand seemed to shake as she fumbled with the blood pressure machine wheeling it over to me. As the guard footsteps faded into nothingness she was wrapping the cuff around my arm."You must haven't gotten fucked like that in a long time." I said watching her nervously fidget with the Velcro on the cuff.Her hand was shaking so much she couldn't get the Velcro undone."Don't; talk to me like that. I'm; married." She said stuttering."Yeah, you're married and I just fucked the shit out of you." I said as she gave up undoing the cuff."I; could've gotten fired." She said, avoiding eye contact with me.She continued after taking a deep breath. "I, I don't know what just happened." She said, sounding disappointed."Don't worry; it's natural. You're made to get fucked. You can't think you're going to walk in here with a divine bubble ass like that without getting pounded on." I said looking at her, up and down.Her nipples were pressing through her scrubs and she finally smiled, pulling her long curly hair into a ponytail. She found herself back in front of me after taking a few deep breaths and adjusted the cuff."Don't think you're going to ever get a chance like that again." She said, smiling as she started the machine."You'll be back for more. Your husband obviously isn't fucking you like you deserve." I said finally receiving eye contact from her as she blushed."For the record, your lymph glands appear to be cancer-free and.." She said as she paused."And?" I said awaiting her to finish."And you're right. Your dick is a lot bigger than his as well." She said while recording my results. At least I have my ‘big black cock' fantasy off my bucket-list, and you're going to be transferred back to general population in an hour. Better that I got fucked by an inmate I'll never see again, than the guy up the street who might end up ruining my marriage. I'll keep this quiet so that you remain eligible for parole. You'll keep this quiet so I can keep my job and marriage. Deal?”I nodded, silently as I sat back against the wall. She wheeled the machine out of my cell. She looked back at me and shook her head as I noticed the wet spot on the inside of her thigh had grown.Evander's Psychiatric TherapyA few weeks had passed since I left the prison infirmary and it was time for my scheduled mental evaluation."Have a seat, she should be here in a minute." My correctional officer said after taking off my handcuffs.When the door closed behind him, I analyzed the room I was sitting in, noticing the walls peeling with paint. I was in the front row of stacking chairs.I hadn't seen a chalk board ever in life, I figured this was an old room they used for inmates acquiring their G E D.Like other inmates, anytime we can spend outside of our cell, we had the mentality of milking it. Probably minutes passed, then I heard the sound of feet approaching the door, from down a long hall.The door opened and a pair of heels echoed along the concrete floor. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Genevieve. I'll be conducting your mental evaluation." She said just before sitting at the table, in front of the chalkboard. She looked perhaps my age, mid-forties.“I see you have just a few more months before you're eligible for parole?” She commented. “You were convicted of; what? Running a chop shop?”“Possession of stolen vehicles.” I confirmed. “The out-of-state sports cars were hauled in by a ‘dealer' I wasn't familiar with. I was asked to disassemble both of them for parts. I failed to ask for proof of ownership. The feds busted me the next day. It was an entrapment, but I still got sentenced for the statutory minimum incarceration, 2 consecutive 7 to 10 year sentences.” I detailed the facts for the 5 hundredth time.“The out-of-state ‘dealer' got a reduced sentence in exchange for testifying against me. He got 5 years in a minimum security at El Reno. I'm still here in Big Spring, Texas.”Underneath her desk, the view was fairly open from my perch on the front row, as she sat across from me. With perfect timing she crossed one leg over the other, not giving that long of a view of her lime green panties under her skirt. Her thighs filled her skirt out very well anyways, so I didn't get the best view of her panties to begin with.She nudged her glasses up to sit on top of her nose, and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Although she was fair-skinned, almost pale even, she had a suburban look. I couldn't determine what European race she was, but I had a hunch she was no stranger to us black men."Mental evaluation? What do you mean?" I asked her.She curled her foot that hung over her other leg in a few circles, as her gold ankle bracelet danced underneath the desk."Let's see here.." She said as she thumbed through her binder. "It looks like you were being treated for Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma." She said with her head down and she silently read further on through my file."Yeah, I was" I said trying to understand her angle.She gripped the neckline hem of her blouse and pulled it up some as she continued reading. Her cleavage looked soft as her breast lightly bounced in place. Her blazer did a great job concealing her breasts while she walked in, but being that she had undone the button of it to sit down, I was able to get a nice view of her thin knit top. She reviewed a series of pages, detailing the various medical reports.I knew it'd be in my best interest to spend as much time with her as possible. The room now had a slight hint of lilacs."You were given chemotherapy for 5 months and monitored for nearly a month afterwards. Is that right?" She said, continuing to skim over my medical records."Yeah sounds about right." I said, trying to get comfortable. It was a little cold in that small class room, so I naturally slipped my hands inside my pants for warmth."It's a part of our policy to follow up with patients after certain treatments, to track their mental well-being. You can think of it as a form of therapy." She said, finally looking up towards me, noticing my hands were both nestled in my pants."Now that your physical condition is on the up and up. How are you mentally? Have you been experiencing any stress or confusion, at all?" She asked tilting her head to the side as she fiddled with her pen.My first instinct was to say ‘no', but I realized those type of answers wouldn't prolong my delicious visit with her."Um.. well.." I hesitated trying to find to the best approach to take.She sat up straight in her chair waiting for me to finish but instead there was a long wave of silence. I realized that I accidently conveyed a sense of self-conscious embarrassment.She sighed and sat back in her chair, occasionally looking towards my lap. "Remember you can tell me anything, our sessions will remain confidential. Really, you can tell me anything. I'm here to help." She said confidently."Sorry, it's just hard to think. It's a little cold in here." I said as I adjusted my hands around my shaft trying to take in its warmth."Is that why your hands are in your pants?" She said, finally acknowledging what's probably been on her mind. The way her eyes occasionally analyzed my lap, I'm sure had us both just a few thoughts away from sexual ones."Yeah, I'm; sorry about that." I said beginning to remove my hands from my crotch."No it's okay. I had always wondered why inmates do that. I totally understand. It's cold in here for me as well. I keep getting the goosebumps myself." She said clearing the air as my hands found their way back to where they felt most comfortable.She wasn't lying at all. I was thinking I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse, because she wasn't wearing a bra, but it made sense that they were hard because she was also cold.With her legs bare, I'd be surprised if she wasn't cold. Feeling just how warm my balls were, I began to imagine how warm her cunt was."So how has things been for you, now that you are in remission." She said, leaning a little closer to her table."I think I've been experiencing a little depression." I said as I looked somberly at the ground."Why do you think that is?" She said curiously, clicking her pen every so often."Well, I don't know if this is inappropriate, but before I received chemotherapy, the oncologist told me I'd feel drained and sexually uninterested during the process." I said looking off to the paint peeling on the corner cieling.She nodded and took a few notes. "Ever since remission, I've been getting my sexual cravings back and of course since I'm in prison, I don't have an outlet." I said finishing.She looked up, nodding. "Yeah that's completely normal. Those strong chemicals had a way of decreasing libido; so I can imagine it can be overwhelming when your libido is balancing itself out again." She said as we made eye contact. She leaned back in her chair and set her leg that was crossed over her other thigh, back onto the ground.As her thighs relaxed, I could see those lime green panties of hers again. This time the panties had gathered up in between her cunny lips, to where I could see the outline of her vagina's slit.Surprised that she hadn't found the conversation inappropriate, I continued."I'd think I'd be used to going without sex now. It's been 8 years since I've been locked up and now that I think about it, pounding on a woman was my main way of relieving stress back before I was convicted." I said daring to push the conversation to the limit.Each word I said was apparently working her, because when I mentioned the word ‘pounding'; her thighs pressed together some and relaxed again."Well I'm sure I can offer you plenty alternatives to deal with stress." She said as her cheeks began to redden."I don't know if I believe in very many drug alternatives, but the medical staff confiscated a lot of my, uh, ‘inspiration'; when I was in the infirmary. I guess it might be worth a shot." I said noticing a look of curiosity within her."Inspiration?" She said as she adjusted her blouse once more."Yeah I had some pictures that would help me out when I was experiencing stress." I saidShe crossed her leg again as she took a few notes. "Pictures? Like pictures of the beach or something?" She asked genuinely."No like pictures out of fashion magazines, of women showing off their blouses. I had a few pictures of models showing off their skirts as well. I have a thing for thighs and legs."She raised her eyebrows some, as she sat in silence briefly before I went on."I had a picture of a fair skinned woman with dark hair that they took as well." I said finding stimulation in the conversation. I had naturally began lightly gripping my cock as we spoke. Seeing her nipples still hard, had turned me on. And each time she uncrossed her legs, my eyes were all over her panties. I had began imagining how tight her pussy probably was."They definitely don't allow inmates to have nude pictures." She said as she played with her hair that brushed on her cleavage."They weren't nude pictures. Just really hot fashion models, with nice tits and asses. One of my favorites I was telling you about, was a professional looking woman in a blouse and skirt. Her legs looked amazing. It was my go-to picture when I needed to beat off. Honestly, you remind me of her." I said not once breaking eye contact with her, as she now fidgeted with her skirt, attempting to pull it down some. She must have been searching for comfortability as she squired around in her seat.As she readjusted her legs this time, I noticed a damp spot in the middle of her panties, when her thighs relaxed apart. It turned me on, knowing I was turning her on; and I couldn't take my eyes off that wet slit of hers."I hope this isn't inappropriate for you." I said; as she was no longer making eye contact. She was nervously fidgeting a lot, and I could feel her sexual tension."No, I can handle it." She said, blushing once more.After seeing how she had become wet, I was stroking my hard shaft a little more, and she did everything in her power not to look at tenting sweatpants, at that point."That's good that you can handle it, a lot of women can't." I said looking deeply into her eyes, though I was talking more-so to the depths of her vagina."I guess I'm not like a lot of women. I've been counseling for 23 years. I've heard a lot worse. I'm made for this." She said as she maintained eye contact with a smile and a wink."You're definitely made for this. Have you noticed how wet you are?" I said as she slowly closed her thighs."I'm not.. wet. Um. We will have to wrap this up here in a second." She said after I seemingly struck a nerve."Are you not sure if you want to talk about how pounding on you, would relieve my stress?" I questioned her as she tried to suppress her lips from smirking."I, this is becoming inappropriate." She said with all of the right emotions written on her face.""I thought you were made for this? I thought I could tell you anything? What's inappropriate about penetrating a woman with a full ass, like yourself?" I said alternating between looking at her thighs pressed together and her eyes."Well; I'm married and my husband would be upset about you talking to me this way." She said as her lip quivered."Would he be upset that you're wet as well?" I questioned her sarcastically."Trust me, I'm not wet." She said confidently."I've been looking at your pussy for nearly an hour now. Those lime green panties of yours have gotten damper and damper and damper." I said continuing. "Does your husband get you this wet?""What my husband does is none of your business." She said calmly after taking a deep breath."You should let me dig that stress out of you. You're always helping inmates with their problems. What about you?" I said in a concerned way. “The heat radiating from your crotch has got to be crying out by now. I'm sure a deep massage would do therapeutic wonders for the rest of your day?”Silence overtook her."There aren't any cameras in here, are there?" I asked her, as she shook her head, ‘no'."The guards won't be coming back for a while right?" I questioned her, as she shook her head, ‘no'."Alright, then." I stood up and walked over to her table, looking down at her. My hand was full on masturbating my rippled fat shaft, as I pulled my gray sweatpants down. She looked at my black cock and sighed in relief."Just don't cum in me." She said under her breath.She stood up and stepped around to the side of the table, then shimmied her skirt down, her lime green panties followed as she bent over the surface, leaning her elbows onto the hard surface.Precum leaked off of my cock as I looked at her round ivory ass."Since when do white women have such full, round asses" I said, as I dropped my pants to the floor and lined up my black, veiny penis with her pussy. I could feel the warmth radiating off of it."I'm actually Scandinavian." She said as I sunk into her. I watched her hands grip the edge of the table, and noticed her wedding ring for the first time as I penetrated her tight pussy. Okay, it probably isn't that tight, but most every cunt feels tight when your shaft is as fat as mine.I sunk steadily into her, struggling to bottom-out, as I gripped around her nice waist. The smell of lilacs was wonderful, and her naked ass was so inviting.Before I knew it, I was pounding her. Her pussy was even warmer than I imagined, and it was extremely lubricated with her juices. My precum and her wet arousal filled her up quickly, and began running down her inner thighs. She cried out some with every stroke as I pressed into her vagina.I actually couldn't believe when I looked down her leg at those same lime green panties, I had seen earlier in between her thighs, was now wrapped around her one ankle. As I pulled my hips back, observing the slimy inside of her panties, she pushed her ass back towards me. I fucked her long and hard, until I could finally sink into her, balls deep.Once I began truly drilling her with complete disregard for her cervix, her glasses fell down her face and onto the table. I paused. We must have had all the time in the world, because she took off her blazer and turned around for me as she sat on the wooden table.I pulled her blouse over her breasts, exposing them and was amused she had natural, pendulous tits with full and pronounced teardrop-shape.Both of us must have been craving missionary because the minute I sunk inside her, suddenly the session had become intimate and deeply therapeutic. She cupped my neck and guided me to her breast, to suck her nipple. This is when I began to feel like she was nursing me to good health.She moaned out to me in a language that spoke of craving the attention of a man. So I laid her onto the desk and began making love to her. She wrapped her legs around me holding me tight as I fed her pussy the manly cock it was craving. I held her by her neck as I dug into her deep, and we tongue kissed. Her cunt began twitching, causing my resistance to faulter. Her strong thighs pulled me in, so I couldn't pump any longer. I was sensing the tremors of eruption about to blast. Her cunt continued twitching, and her climax continued.We looked each other deep in the eyes, as my seed spread throughout the depths of her. It felt like my soul left my body as her pussy milked me dry. After a few moments, I lifted off of her and helped her to her feet. Eventually she was back to her coherent self, then dressed, and we returned to our seats.After a therapeutic string of silence she broke the ice."How are you feeling now?" She said as she crossed her leg and put her glasses on."Definitely a lot more relieved." I said as I relaxed back into my chair."Good. We will pick back up where we left off in a few days. I have a feeling you'll be needing a few more sessions. Cancer treatment was a lot for you. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm going to make sure you get all the therapy you need." She said as she stood up.As she reapplied her lip gloss and exited the room, I knew what I'd be needing next. Based on a post by black wizvrd for Literotica.  

Evander's therapy sessions, after being treated for cancer in prison.Based on posts by black wizvrd. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Checking Evander's GlandsI woke up to my guard banging on my cell door with complete disregard to me sleeping."C'mon man; you know I don't care about that weak ass breakfast you're serving." I said in response.Completely pissed off from the disruption of my sleep I turned over on my uncomfortable cot and tried to fall back asleep.I had been spending the past 6 months in the Big Springs Federal prison infirmary, because I was in remission from lymphoma cancer and I was looking forward to going back to general population confinement. At least in general population I wasn't being woken up every 3 hours during the night to check my vitals, and asked if I'm getting any sleep?I went ahead and got up to eat a pile of half-cooked, unsweetened oatmeal. I sat on the plastic chair and pulled the little roller cart up to me. The oatmeal was totally disgusting, but I had skipped breakfast the past few days and realized it's best I ate something.Soon after I finished eating, a nurse wheeled a blood pressure machine into my cell."Hi; I'm Tawana. How you feeling this morning?" She said as she unraveled the blood pressure cuff to put on my arm."Ready to get the fuck out of here." I said sharply as I attempted to relax as the blood pressure cuff tightened."Don't worry. I'll be quick." The nurse told me after recording my blood pressure. "After I do a final physical, it'll be no longer than an hour and we will get you out of here." She said while removing the cuff from around my arm.To my surprise I must've not heard her speaking to me because she repeated herself again. I was too busy looking at her ass once I got comfortable with how tight the inflatable cuff gripped my arm.She was half decent in the face but she had an outstanding ass on her. I had seen her walking around the infirmary with the other nurses but this was our first interaction."Did you not hear me?" She said snapping me back to reality."What now?" I said as our eyes met."You'll need to lay on your cot." She said sounding somewhat impatient with me.I got up and laid back on my cot as she approached my side. She gently felt for lymph gland swelling, around my neck and collarbone. "Look to the left." She said guiding my head in that direction as she continued pressing into my lower neck and collarbone in search of inflamed lymph nodes.This was a routine I had become familiar with as I had been under their care for 6 months at that point. After being in county jail for 1 year and prison for 11 years, smoking jail house tobacco had caught up to me and I was being treated for cancer in prison.Sucks to suck, but good thing it was only stage 1 lymphoma. Treatment for stage 1 cancer is relatively minuscule compared to stage 3 or 4, I imagine."Go on and pull your pants down for me." She said catching me off guard."My pants?" I questioned her. Although I was familiar with the process, I still hadn't quite wrapped my mind around how this was even a thing."Your boxers too." She said as she turned her back to me to put a pair of rubber gloves on.Of course, as she turned away briefly I took my opportunity to get a good look at her African bubble ass. After all the time I've done, it's like I developed a radar for when women working at the prison bent over or turned around and I always made sure to get a good look of their ass. It didn't matter if it was flat or plump, confinement had turned me into an ultimate pervert.She had a literal bubble butt. I could swear if I gripped it, it would pop.After lifting my hips, I nudged my boxers down to my knees and I nestled back into my metal cot; my hands instinctively cupping my stiffening jewels. She turned back towards me and immediately began pressing her hands into the crevices of my crotch like clockwork.I naturally resisted the pressure of her hand, pushing my hand off my crotch. I'm not sure why I had it covered up, it's just natural."You act like you have not done this before?" She said continuing. "Move your hand, this is a full physical of your pelvis." She said as I complied. “ Your neck area, and your crotch, are the two areas where lymphoma is our biggest concern. I have to confirm every gland is in the normal range.”The experience began to make me horny as you can imagine. After getting a few looks of her ass in her scrubs, any man would be aroused. She was now bent over, and the vee neck of her scrubs was loose enough to show me lots of pendulous swaying tits.I watched her hand hesitate and I looked up at her, sensing something wasn't right. I watched her eyes inspect me as she paused. I followed her eyes into my lap as a natural reflex and realized I was hard. Defined, veiny, rock hardness."I'm sorry I'm just a little nervous." I said as I watched her eyes cut to the wall. She awkwardly laughed a little and blushed. It was probably the first time I had seen a woman of her ebony complexion blush. It's not like her face turned red, her brown skin wouldn't allow for that."It's alright, that's completely natural." She said as her eyes made their way back to my crotch. She continued feeling within my pubic hair surrounding my cock.Moment after moment, more sexual tension grew in between us and I became confident."It's definitely natural, not every morning do I have a nurse with a nice ass giving me a handjob.The corner of her lip smirked a bit as she took her time assessing my groin. “Are there any areas of swelling or tenderness you're aware of, Evander?”“I have two noticeable lumps hanging under my cock. You might want to examine them thoroughly, Ma'am?”She licked her lips and sighed. I could feel what seemed like her wedding ring through her plastic glove."You wish; I was giving you a handjob." She said as a drop of precum formed on the head of my penis.She watched the precum roll down my shaft, as she shifted gears feeling underneath my ball sack."Um.. I'm gonna.." She started to say, just as I cut her off."You're going to give me a handjob." I said looking at her.She squeezed hard on one of my big balls.I flinched. “Ah!” I bellowed out."I'm married." She said, continuing to hover over me as she continued rubbing around my balls. Her eyes rolled to the side as if she were thinking continuing to feel around my sack for any signs of inflammation."So you'd give me a handjob if you weren't married?" I asked her just after sighing to her touch. It felt like she was giving my groin a deep tissue massage the way she ran her fingertips softly and deeply into my skin. “Very few women have access to a cock this big and full. I suspect you'll wish you'd availed yourself of this offer?”She looked away and I could sense she was about finished. Just as she began easing up on pressing into my flesh, I gently palmed the back of her hand and guided it around my penis. She hardly even resisted and she quite naturally clasped her hand around my dick.As she resisted even less, our hands were in sync as we both masturbated my cock for a few seconds. I let go of her hand and she continued stroking me. Besides the couple times she cut her eyes away earlier in the physical, she hadn't broke her stare at my penis. She seemed in a trance.Totally in the moment, she knelt to the side of my cot and continued giving me a handjob. Her fingers couldn't even wrap around it entirely as she gave me a reverent, adoring hand-job.I gave her a head nod when she finally looked at me, and she leaned in knowing what I meant. I could feel her energy as her head got closer to my penis tip. Gripping the base of my cock, she pressed the head of my penis between her juicy lips, then flicking her tongue under my glans. She must have had taste for cock this morning, because I could feel just how much her mouth was salivating as her warm mouth sucked me off.Plenty of silence passed as she sucked my dick, until she eventually released my dick from her mouth.My left hand was already down her scrub pants palming her soft ass. My right hand was up her scrub blouse, stroking both her pendulous big tits. Moving my left hand in front, I slid under her panties. I found her pussy wet as ever. She got back to sucking my dick as I fingered her nub, then slid one, no two fingers inside her hot cunt."You're wet as hell." I said as I fingered her. All she could do was nod and close her eyes as she traced my shaft up and down with her lips.I made some room for her on my cot as she made her way up onto it, straddling my hips. She kept a hold of my dick as I pulled her pants down her plump ass and nudged her panties out of the way.She leaned forward some as she guided my dick into parting her rather thick pussy lips. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she sunk down swallowing my full shaft.Her ever-so-tight pussy contracted immediately just before opening up and I pumped into it, slow and deep. She leaned forward more, offering more of her pussy to me as I began trying to pound up into her, as silent as possible.Once I had quietly pounded her a while, I covered her mouth with my hand and started drilling her.She moaned into my hand as I worked her pussy long and hard. I could swear I felt her pussy tingle and quiver just before she began to cream. There was a faint echo of her cum squishing in between our skin as my hips met her ass.She started quivering, her whole body was in some sort of seizure-like state.I stopped, then scooted up and slipped off the cot. I knelt behind her and pressed her onto her chest and her face into my pillow. On top of her I adjusted her panties just below the cuff of her ass. Her ass looked marvelous standing proud and inviting my plunder.Once I positioned my dick in line with her soaked pussy. I slammed into her and immediately began pile driving her ass like a jack hammer.My pillow muffled her moans well enough, but at that point, the way I was pounding her, created an echo in my cell.Each time I stabbed her wet pussy, a fap would echo and the continuous rhythm created a unique sound. She feverishly moaned into my pillow as I put all of my weight on her hips, pinning her to the cot. She arched her back and opened up more and more as I drilled her cervix. The more I pounded her, the more she opened up, arching her back deeper, angling her ass higher for me. I gave her the fucking she deserved. I couldn't take my eyes off of how it looked, hammering her, each ripple across her ass cheek imprinted on my mind.I knew I had beat her pussy into submission when she completely relaxed. Cum raced out of my penis and eventually flooded her pussy with my cum. I could feel my cum coated balls kissing her pussy lips at the end of every stroke.Between the claps somehow we both heard keys jiggling down the hallway accompanied with steps. We both scrambled to gain our composure. I rolled off of her and she was on her feet within a split second. She frantically pulled her pants back over her ass and adjusted her hair as a guard unlocked my cell door and opened it."Everything alright in here Mariah?" The guard questioned her."Yeah, um.. I just wrapped up his physical. I just need to get vitals and I'll be off." She said sounding a bit out of breath as she pulled her gloves off and tossed them into the trash.There was an awkward silence that made the experience even more erotic for me. It was like her husband had just walked in after his friend finished clapping her cheeks. Somehow it felt like he knew I had just fucked her. He probably smelled our combined juices and knew it was a fuck scene."Alright." The guard said as he seemed to look up the walls and ceiling, sniffing once more..He and I made eye contact as he paused briefly. His eyebrows were scrunched together as if he were trying to figure something out. Tawana may have been a woman he also desired to fuck the hell out of?I broke eye contact as I looked at the back of the nurses scrub pants. In between her thighs there was a damp spot.The guard finally stepped out of my cell and left the door open. I sat up off the cot, looking at the nurse up and down from the back, as she eventually turned around. Her hand seemed to shake as she fumbled with the blood pressure machine wheeling it over to me. As the guard footsteps faded into nothingness she was wrapping the cuff around my arm."You must haven't gotten fucked like that in a long time." I said watching her nervously fidget with the Velcro on the cuff.Her hand was shaking so much she couldn't get the Velcro undone."Don't; talk to me like that. I'm; married." She said stuttering."Yeah, you're married and I just fucked the shit out of you." I said as she gave up undoing the cuff."I; could've gotten fired." She said, avoiding eye contact with me.She continued after taking a deep breath. "I, I don't know what just happened." She said, sounding disappointed."Don't worry; it's natural. You're made to get fucked. You can't think you're going to walk in here with a divine bubble ass like that without getting pounded on." I said looking at her, up and down.Her nipples were pressing through her scrubs and she finally smiled, pulling her long curly hair into a ponytail. She found herself back in front of me after taking a few deep breaths and adjusted the cuff."Don't think you're going to ever get a chance like that again." She said, smiling as she started the machine."You'll be back for more. Your husband obviously isn't fucking you like you deserve." I said finally receiving eye contact from her as she blushed."For the record, your lymph glands appear to be cancer-free and.." She said as she paused."And?" I said awaiting her to finish."And you're right. Your dick is a lot bigger than his as well." She said while recording my results. At least I have my ‘big black cock' fantasy off my bucket-list, and you're going to be transferred back to general population in an hour. Better that I got fucked by an inmate I'll never see again, than the guy up the street who might end up ruining my marriage. I'll keep this quiet so that you remain eligible for parole. You'll keep this quiet so I can keep my job and marriage. Deal?”I nodded, silently as I sat back against the wall. She wheeled the machine out of my cell. She looked back at me and shook her head as I noticed the wet spot on the inside of her thigh had grown.Evander's Psychiatric TherapyA few weeks had passed since I left the prison infirmary and it was time for my scheduled mental evaluation."Have a seat, she should be here in a minute." My correctional officer said after taking off my handcuffs.When the door closed behind him, I analyzed the room I was sitting in, noticing the walls peeling with paint. I was in the front row of stacking chairs.I hadn't seen a chalk board ever in life, I figured this was an old room they used for inmates acquiring their G E D.Like other inmates, anytime we can spend outside of our cell, we had the mentality of milking it. Probably minutes passed, then I heard the sound of feet approaching the door, from down a long hall.The door opened and a pair of heels echoed along the concrete floor. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Genevieve. I'll be conducting your mental evaluation." She said just before sitting at the table, in front of the chalkboard. She looked perhaps my age, mid-forties.“I see you have just a few more months before you're eligible for parole?” She commented. “You were convicted of; what? Running a chop shop?”“Possession of stolen vehicles.” I confirmed. “The out-of-state sports cars were hauled in by a ‘dealer' I wasn't familiar with. I was asked to disassemble both of them for parts. I failed to ask for proof of ownership. The feds busted me the next day. It was an entrapment, but I still got sentenced for the statutory minimum incarceration, 2 consecutive 7 to 10 year sentences.” I detailed the facts for the 5 hundredth time.“The out-of-state ‘dealer' got a reduced sentence in exchange for testifying against me. He got 5 years in a minimum security at El Reno. I'm still here in Big Spring, Texas.”Underneath her desk, the view was fairly open from my perch on the front row, as she sat across from me. With perfect timing she crossed one leg over the other, not giving that long of a view of her lime green panties under her skirt. Her thighs filled her skirt out very well anyways, so I didn't get the best view of her panties to begin with.She nudged her glasses up to sit on top of her nose, and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Although she was fair-skinned, almost pale even, she had a suburban look. I couldn't determine what European race she was, but I had a hunch she was no stranger to us black men."Mental evaluation? What do you mean?" I asked her.She curled her foot that hung over her other leg in a few circles, as her gold ankle bracelet danced underneath the desk."Let's see here.." She said as she thumbed through her binder. "It looks like you were being treated for Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma." She said with her head down and she silently read further on through my file."Yeah, I was" I said trying to understand her angle.She gripped the neckline hem of her blouse and pulled it up some as she continued reading. Her cleavage looked soft as her breast lightly bounced in place. Her blazer did a great job concealing her breasts while she walked in, but being that she had undone the button of it to sit down, I was able to get a nice view of her thin knit top. She reviewed a series of pages, detailing the various medical reports.I knew it'd be in my best interest to spend as much time with her as possible. The room now had a slight hint of lilacs."You were given chemotherapy for 5 months and monitored for nearly a month afterwards. Is that right?" She said, continuing to skim over my medical records."Yeah sounds about right." I said, trying to get comfortable. It was a little cold in that small class room, so I naturally slipped my hands inside my pants for warmth."It's a part of our policy to follow up with patients after certain treatments, to track their mental well-being. You can think of it as a form of therapy." She said, finally looking up towards me, noticing my hands were both nestled in my pants."Now that your physical condition is on the up and up. How are you mentally? Have you been experiencing any stress or confusion, at all?" She asked tilting her head to the side as she fiddled with her pen.My first instinct was to say ‘no', but I realized those type of answers wouldn't prolong my delicious visit with her."Um.. well.." I hesitated trying to find to the best approach to take.She sat up straight in her chair waiting for me to finish but instead there was a long wave of silence. I realized that I accidently conveyed a sense of self-conscious embarrassment.She sighed and sat back in her chair, occasionally looking towards my lap. "Remember you can tell me anything, our sessions will remain confidential. Really, you can tell me anything. I'm here to help." She said confidently."Sorry, it's just hard to think. It's a little cold in here." I said as I adjusted my hands around my shaft trying to take in its warmth."Is that why your hands are in your pants?" She said, finally acknowledging what's probably been on her mind. The way her eyes occasionally analyzed my lap, I'm sure had us both just a few thoughts away from sexual ones."Yeah, I'm; sorry about that." I said beginning to remove my hands from my crotch."No it's okay. I had always wondered why inmates do that. I totally understand. It's cold in here for me as well. I keep getting the goosebumps myself." She said clearing the air as my hands found their way back to where they felt most comfortable.She wasn't lying at all. I was thinking I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse, because she wasn't wearing a bra, but it made sense that they were hard because she was also cold.With her legs bare, I'd be surprised if she wasn't cold. Feeling just how warm my balls were, I began to imagine how warm her cunt was."So how has things been for you, now that you are in remission." She said, leaning a little closer to her table."I think I've been experiencing a little depression." I said as I looked somberly at the ground."Why do you think that is?" She said curiously, clicking her pen every so often."Well, I don't know if this is inappropriate, but before I received chemotherapy, the oncologist told me I'd feel drained and sexually uninterested during the process." I said looking off to the paint peeling on the corner cieling.She nodded and took a few notes. "Ever since remission, I've been getting my sexual cravings back and of course since I'm in prison, I don't have an outlet." I said finishing.She looked up, nodding. "Yeah that's completely normal. Those strong chemicals had a way of decreasing libido; so I can imagine it can be overwhelming when your libido is balancing itself out again." She said as we made eye contact. She leaned back in her chair and set her leg that was crossed over her other thigh, back onto the ground.As her thighs relaxed, I could see those lime green panties of hers again. This time the panties had gathered up in between her cunny lips, to where I could see the outline of her vagina's slit.Surprised that she hadn't found the conversation inappropriate, I continued."I'd think I'd be used to going without sex now. It's been 8 years since I've been locked up and now that I think about it, pounding on a woman was my main way of relieving stress back before I was convicted." I said daring to push the conversation to the limit.Each word I said was apparently working her, because when I mentioned the word ‘pounding'; her thighs pressed together some and relaxed again."Well I'm sure I can offer you plenty alternatives to deal with stress." She said as her cheeks began to redden."I don't know if I believe in very many drug alternatives, but the medical staff confiscated a lot of my, uh, ‘inspiration'; when I was in the infirmary. I guess it might be worth a shot." I said noticing a look of curiosity within her."Inspiration?" She said as she adjusted her blouse once more."Yeah I had some pictures that would help me out when I was experiencing stress." I saidShe crossed her leg again as she took a few notes. "Pictures? Like pictures of the beach or something?" She asked genuinely."No like pictures out of fashion magazines, of women showing off their blouses. I had a few pictures of models showing off their skirts as well. I have a thing for thighs and legs."She raised her eyebrows some, as she sat in silence briefly before I went on."I had a picture of a fair skinned woman with dark hair that they took as well." I said finding stimulation in the conversation. I had naturally began lightly gripping my cock as we spoke. Seeing her nipples still hard, had turned me on. And each time she uncrossed her legs, my eyes were all over her panties. I had began imagining how tight her pussy probably was."They definitely don't allow inmates to have nude pictures." She said as she played with her hair that brushed on her cleavage."They weren't nude pictures. Just really hot fashion models, with nice tits and asses. One of my favorites I was telling you about, was a professional looking woman in a blouse and skirt. Her legs looked amazing. It was my go-to picture when I needed to beat off. Honestly, you remind me of her." I said not once breaking eye contact with her, as she now fidgeted with her skirt, attempting to pull it down some. She must have been searching for comfortability as she squired around in her seat.As she readjusted her legs this time, I noticed a damp spot in the middle of her panties, when her thighs relaxed apart. It turned me on, knowing I was turning her on; and I couldn't take my eyes off that wet slit of hers."I hope this isn't inappropriate for you." I said; as she was no longer making eye contact. She was nervously fidgeting a lot, and I could feel her sexual tension."No, I can handle it." She said, blushing once more.After seeing how she had become wet, I was stroking my hard shaft a little more, and she did everything in her power not to look at tenting sweatpants, at that point."That's good that you can handle it, a lot of women can't." I said looking deeply into her eyes, though I was talking more-so to the depths of her vagina."I guess I'm not like a lot of women. I've been counseling for 23 years. I've heard a lot worse. I'm made for this." She said as she maintained eye contact with a smile and a wink."You're definitely made for this. Have you noticed how wet you are?" I said as she slowly closed her thighs."I'm not.. wet. Um. We will have to wrap this up here in a second." She said after I seemingly struck a nerve."Are you not sure if you want to talk about how pounding on you, would relieve my stress?" I questioned her as she tried to suppress her lips from smirking."I, this is becoming inappropriate." She said with all of the right emotions written on her face.""I thought you were made for this? I thought I could tell you anything? What's inappropriate about penetrating a woman with a full ass, like yourself?" I said alternating between looking at her thighs pressed together and her eyes."Well; I'm married and my husband would be upset about you talking to me this way." She said as her lip quivered."Would he be upset that you're wet as well?" I questioned her sarcastically."Trust me, I'm not wet." She said confidently."I've been looking at your pussy for nearly an hour now. Those lime green panties of yours have gotten damper and damper and damper." I said continuing. "Does your husband get you this wet?""What my husband does is none of your business." She said calmly after taking a deep breath."You should let me dig that stress out of you. You're always helping inmates with their problems. What about you?" I said in a concerned way. “The heat radiating from your crotch has got to be crying out by now. I'm sure a deep massage would do therapeutic wonders for the rest of your day?”Silence overtook her."There aren't any cameras in here, are there?" I asked her, as she shook her head, ‘no'."The guards won't be coming back for a while right?" I questioned her, as she shook her head, ‘no'."Alright, then." I stood up and walked over to her table, looking down at her. My hand was full on masturbating my rippled fat shaft, as I pulled my gray sweatpants down. She looked at my black cock and sighed in relief."Just don't cum in me." She said under her breath.She stood up and stepped around to the side of the table, then shimmied her skirt down, her lime green panties followed as she bent over the surface, leaning her elbows onto the hard surface.Precum leaked off of my cock as I looked at her round ivory ass."Since when do white women have such full, round asses" I said, as I dropped my pants to the floor and lined up my black, veiny penis with her pussy. I could feel the warmth radiating off of it."I'm actually Scandinavian." She said as I sunk into her. I watched her hands grip the edge of the table, and noticed her wedding ring for the first time as I penetrated her tight pussy. Okay, it probably isn't that tight, but most every cunt feels tight when your shaft is as fat as mine.I sunk steadily into her, struggling to bottom-out, as I gripped around her nice waist. The smell of lilacs was wonderful, and her naked ass was so inviting.Before I knew it, I was pounding her. Her pussy was even warmer than I imagined, and it was extremely lubricated with her juices. My precum and her wet arousal filled her up quickly, and began running down her inner thighs. She cried out some with every stroke as I pressed into her vagina.I actually couldn't believe when I looked down her leg at those same lime green panties, I had seen earlier in between her thighs, was now wrapped around her one ankle. As I pulled my hips back, observing the slimy inside of her panties, she pushed her ass back towards me. I fucked her long and hard, until I could finally sink into her, balls deep.Once I began truly drilling her with complete disregard for her cervix, her glasses fell down her face and onto the table. I paused. We must have had all the time in the world, because she took off her blazer and turned around for me as she sat on the wooden table.I pulled her blouse over her breasts, exposing them and was amused she had natural, pendulous tits with full and pronounced teardrop-shape.Both of us must have been craving missionary because the minute I sunk inside her, suddenly the session had become intimate and deeply therapeutic. She cupped my neck and guided me to her breast, to suck her nipple. This is when I began to feel like she was nursing me to good health.She moaned out to me in a language that spoke of craving the attention of a man. So I laid her onto the desk and began making love to her. She wrapped her legs around me holding me tight as I fed her pussy the manly cock it was craving. I held her by her neck as I dug into her deep, and we tongue kissed. Her cunt began twitching, causing my resistance to faulter. Her strong thighs pulled me in, so I couldn't pump any longer. I was sensing the tremors of eruption about to blast. Her cunt continued twitching, and her climax continued.We looked each other deep in the eyes, as my seed spread throughout the depths of her. It felt like my soul left my body as her pussy milked me dry. After a few moments, I lifted off of her and helped her to her feet. Eventually she was back to her coherent self, then dressed, and we returned to our seats.After a therapeutic string of silence she broke the ice."How are you feeling now?" She said as she crossed her leg and put her glasses on."Definitely a lot more relieved." I said as I relaxed back into my chair."Good. We will pick back up where we left off in a few days. I have a feeling you'll be needing a few more sessions. Cancer treatment was a lot for you. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm going to make sure you get all the therapy you need." She said as she stood up.As she reapplied her lip gloss and exited the room, I knew what I'd be needing next. Based on a post by black wizvrd for Literotica.  

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a brave space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Dr. TAD leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt

*Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt *Disclaimer ~ this is episode 172b

*Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt ***Disclaimer ~ This is the original live recording. I did not feel good about it ~ and in full transparency, I didn't want to give this much energy to the current administration. I recorded ep 172b

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment #twt

We are thrilled to welcome Professor Tawana Kupe, an independent researcher and a prominent figure in the global education landscape. Professor Kupe is the author of the newly launched book, Higher Education and SDG4: Quality Education, a groundbreaking work that examines the higher education sector’s role in achieving the United Nations' Sustainable Development Goal 4. This book delves into the challenges of ensuring equal opportunities for all in education and the pivotal actions required to improve global educational systems. As someone who has played a key role in advancing sustainable development, both in South Africa and globally, Professor Kupe’s insights into how higher education institutions can drive societal change are invaluable. Welcome to the show, Professor Kupe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

In this powerful and heartfelt episode, I'm joined by the incredible Tawana Lowery—an author, international speaker, and women's leadership coach with over 20 years of experience empowering women of faith. Tawana shares her deeply personal story of overcoming unimaginable trials, including grief, divorce, and trauma, and how God turned her pain into purpose.Tawana's journey reminds us that no matter how broken we feel, God can use our experiences to build a beautiful testimony and equip us to lead and serve others. We discuss:* Her “trifecta of grief” and how God met her in the hardest moments.* The moment she realized her pain wasn't a liability but her résumé for empowering others.* How her ministry, Miss Overcomer, is equipping women to reclaim their courage, rediscover their identity, and maximize their potential.* Why transformational prayer and hearing God's voice are critical for the days ahead.Tawana's passion for helping women step boldly into their God-given calling is contagious. Whether you're facing challenges, stepping into a new season, or looking for encouragement to keep going, this episode will inspire you to rise up, trust God, and keep moving forward.

Let us examine the truths and falsehoods surrounding the most recent bonus episode of Lightnin' Licks Radio… FACT: It is typical for the Lickers to lag a bit behind the “Year's Best” list-making frenzy which consumes the majority of the sonic commentary mediasphere. FICTION: LLR is the only EOY list that matters. FACT: It's still worth the flippin' wait. Check back the first week of January, baby! FICTION: This month's super-special-secret-friend is two-time Saturn award-nominated* actor Crispin Hellion Glover. FACT: Our super-special-secret-friend is an interesting and kind soul with great taste in music. FICTION: LLR podcast bonus episode #24 is one to miss. Sonic (non-mix) contributors to the 24th bonus episode of Lightnin' Licks Radio podcast include: Townes Van Zandt, Prince Paul, De La Soul, Get Down Services, Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Tom Bell, Radio Ranch, The Replacements, Fredro, Grandmaster Caz, Grand Pupa, Sadat X, Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, David Bowie, Spike Lee, Michael Jordan, DJ Premier, Ashford & Simpson, The Renaissance, The Beatles, Dion DiMucci, The Doors, Simon and Garfunkel, Spanky and Our Gang, Jimmy Webb, The Meters, Liquid Mike, Starship, Freeman's Narrative, Modest Mouse, Morrissey, Peter Gabrel, Beastie Boys, Donald Trump, Run the Jewels, Dr. Katz Professional Therapist's theme song, Ol' Burger Beats, Tapes and Tapes, Pimp My Ride's theme song, Daft Punk, Slowdive, Pursuit of Happiness, Danzig, Iggy Pop, Blue Oyster Cult, Mastodon, Nebula, Dave Grohl, Abraham Jefferson, The Price is Right sounds, Nirvana, Ugly Casanova, Tom Werman, Michael Moorcock, Ty Karim, Kent Harris, India Arie Simpson, Jim Morrison, DJ Fredwreck, Jack Antonoff, Sounwave, Crispin Glover, Kendrick Lamar, Heath Ledger, Eyag Nivram, and Jack Van Impe. Featured artists include: From Jay: Tears for Fears, Kelly Willis, John Tartaglia, and Blue Oyster Cult. From Deon: The Intruders, Saigon featuring Pete Rock, Mandy, and Tawana & the Total Destruction. Courtesy of our super-special-secret-friend Michael Paulus: Lola Young, Mojave 3, Ghost, and Stephen Wilson Jr. Bonus # 24 mixtape: [A1] Saigon featuring Pete Rock – Get Loose [A2] John Andrews Tartaglia – Wichita Lineman [A3} Ghost – Spillways [A4} Tawana & the Total Destruction – Wear Your Natural, Baby [A5] Tears for Fears – Astronaut [A6] Lola Young – Messy [B1] Blue Oyster Cult – You're Not the One (I Was Looking For) [B2] Mojave 3 – Prayer for the Paranoid (electric version) [B3] Mandy – Ms. Appear [B4] The Intruders – Turn the Hands of Time [B5] Kelly Willis – Fading Fast [B6] Stephen Wilson Jr. - Billy *Back to the Future, Willard. Jay's expressed opinions of Dave Grohl and Michael's conspiratorial beliefs about Courtney Love are not necessarily endorsed by this podcast. We drink Blue Chair Bay rums. We shop for music at Electric Kitsch. We perform said activities on our own accord. "We built this titty on cock and hole." - Michael Moorcock

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Join Tawana aka Dr. TAD on #TuesdaysWithTawana. This powerful womanist podcast dives deep into current events while shining a light on critical issues like breast cancer awareness and domestic violence. With a focus on community building, each episode fosters meaningful conversations around health, social justice, and advocacy. Tawana brings her personal insights and lived experiences to the table, creating a safe space for empowerment, healing, and solidarity. Tune in to stay informed, inspired, and connected, as Tawana leads the charge in creating change and building community, one episode at a time. #BreastCancerAwareness #DomesticViolenceAwareness #WomanistVoices #CommunityEmpowerment

Finding Light After Darkness: Tywanah Yvette's Inspiring Journey In this heartfelt episode of Suicide Zen Forgiveness, host and guest Tywanah Yvette, also known as Black Butterfly Goddess, share her powerful story of overcoming unimaginable abuse and trauma. Tawana discusses her spiritual awakening and how she now uses her experiences and newfound strength to guide others out of their own darkness. From surviving domestic abuse to attempting suicide, Tawana's journey is a testament to resilience, hope, and the transformative power of love. Tune in to learn how she connects with her ancestors, helps others through her mentorship program, and is set to become a published author. Also featured are reflections on the importance of supporting veterans and a shoutout to the invaluable roles of first responders.   00:00 Mission to End Silence and Stigma 01:17 Introducing Tywanah Yvette 03:39 Tywanah's Early Trauma and Struggles 07:43 A Turning Point: Near-Death Experience 11:19 Healing and Spiritual Awakening 12:57 Empowering Others Through Personal Journey 20:13 Breaking the Cycle and Moving Forward 23:28 Breaking the Cycle of Generational Trauma 24:56 Understanding Victimization and Empathy 28:29 The Plight of Homeless Veterans 32:18 Honoring Military Service 35:56 Upcoming Projects and Personal Growth 39:34 Conclusion and Final Thoughts BIO My name is Tywanah, and my journey has been one of profound resilience and self-discovery. From the moment I entered this world, I've been fighting against the odds. Born prematurely in 1975, both my mother and I faced a life-threatening situation. Her battle with pneumonia, coupled with a soaring fever, cast a shadow of uncertainty over our survival. Amidst this struggle, my biological father, a charismatic figure with a dark side, inflicted deep wounds upon me, leaving scars that would shape my life's path. At the tender age of 15, I summoned the courage to confront the harrowing truth of my past, only to be met with abandonment by most of my family. Left to navigate the harsh reality of the NYC group home system, I found solace in becoming a mother at 18, albeit for reasons tainted by insecurity and societal pressures. Despite enduring a tumultuous marriage and a debilitating car accident in 2004 that stripped away my ability to provide for my family, I persevered. In 2020, I encountered yet another formidable adversary – a covert malevolent fourth-grade teacher who relentlessly sought to undermine my spirit. His relentless attacks pushed me to despair, culminating in a desperate attempt to end my own life. However, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged through the spiritual connection with my mother, who imparted her psychic gifts unto me. Despite enduring profound loss and heartache, including the estrangement from my children, I've emerged with newfound strength and purpose. Empowered by the support of my ancestral lineage, spanning five generations, I've embarked on a mission to inspire others to shed the masks of societal expectations and embrace their true selves. My story is one of resilience, bravery, and unwavering authenticity, and I am committed to sharing it boldly with the world. Through this darkness, Black Butterfly Goddess was birthed, and is now a beacon of light for those who need unconditional love and support. Socials LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/blackbutterflygoddess/#:~:text=www.linkedin.com/in/blackb utterflygoddess Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61556005901505 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/blackbutterflygoddess/?fbclid=IwAR0Q23fqeosAYJpvIgcRoE2 XJegBAGSx4t_7PYU6iW0WCPcd65m54XfT_uc Twitter: https://twitter.com/BBGoddess888 YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCad60fQW8CD8ty8cfWS1qhg TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@blackbutterflygoddess Website: www.blackbutterflygoddess.com Email: tywanah@blackbutterflygoddess.com    

In the quest for a greener future, CEO Tawana Bain and the American Clean Resources Group (ACRG) are at the forefront of environmental innovation. Their commitment to steam restoration is a testament to their dedication to environmental sustainability. But what exactly is steam restoration, and why is it so crucial? … The post Tawana Bain and the American Clean Resources Group: Pioneers in Environmental Sustainability appeared first on eRENEWABLE.

Tawana, 21, had no idea she was eight months pregnant. She joins Jonelle and Kirsty in the studio with her partner Emmanuel, and their one-year-old baby River to share their story. So what are cryptic pregnancies? How often do they happen? And who is most likely to experience them? BBC health reporter Elena Bailey explains all. Plus, Jonelle hits the red carpet to ask your favourite Bridgerton stars about the Genny Lec. And, who is winning the political PR war? Kirsty speaks to the experts for their take on the TikTok race on our For You pages. What would you like Kirsty and Jonelle to investigate next? DM them, or send your ideas to reliablesauce@bbc.co.uk. You can listen to the latest episode of Reliable Sauce anytime on your smart speaker by asking Alexa for “Reliable Sauce on BBC Sounds”. With thanks to Tom Rouse, Associate Lecturer at University of the Arts London and Thea Parnell, Head of Digital at MHP group. Technical producer: Mike Regaard | Producers: Keiligh Baker, Paige Neal-Holder and Nayana Mena | Editor: Ben Mundy | Senior News Editor: Sam Bonham00:45 Parties up their TikTok game 04:00 The Ton on the genny lec 06:55 "I didn't know I was having a baby" 17:15 The science behind a cryptic pregnancy

Welcome back to the Lighthouse Podcast! Today, we have the privilege of sharing the heartfelt journey of Nakiso and her family's battle with a challenging diagnosis. In October 2022, Nakiso began experiencing unusual fatigue, nausea, and a persistent stomachache. Despite multiple visits to her pediatrician and urgent care, it wasn't until a blood test at the emergency room on November 6th, 2022, that they finally received a diagnosis. This life-altering news led to Nakiso switching to virtual schooling, a difficult transition as she missed her friends and struggled to keep up with her studies, even with the school's support. We delve into the severe side effects of her chemotherapy, including a terrifying episode of septic shock and painful pancreatitis. Despite these hardships, Nakiso's incredible resilience inspires us all. In addition, Tawana, Nakiso's older sibling, was incredible at caring for everything else at home and the younger siblings, while Spiwe and Dryden took care of Nakiso. Join us as we explore the highs and lows of this journey, offering insights, support, and hope to families facing similar challenges. Follow Us On Social: Facebook | Instagram

Send us a Text Message.Feeling overwhelmed and stressed about your debt? You're not alone. Many people struggle to see a way out, gradually losing hope. But just eight months ago, Tawana was in the same boat. Fast forward to today, and she's made incredible strides, saving and paying off thousands of dollars. Her story is one of resilience, determination, and hope for anyone facing similar financial challenges. Resources MentionedGet better results with your finances in 30-60 days - GUARANTEED. Watch this video to learn how! - https://www.debtfreedad.com/payoff-debt-in-60-to-90-days The Totally Awesome Debt Freedom PlannerFor more help, and a step-by-step process to get started, enroll in Brad's FREE online course, LIFE WITHOUT PAYMENTS.Free Tools and Downloads at www.debtfreedad.comConnect With BradWebsite - https://www.debtfreedad.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/thedebtfreedadPrivate Facebook Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/lifewithoutpaymentsInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/debtfreedad/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@debt_free_dadYouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@bradnelson-debtfreedad2751/featuredThanks For ListeningLike what you hear? Please, subscribe on the platform you listen to most: Apple Podcasts, iHeartRadio, Spotify, Tune-In, Stitcher, YouTube Music, YouTubeWe LOVE feedback, and also helps us grow our podcast! Please leave us an honest review in Apple Podcasts, we read every single one.Is there someone that you think would benefit from the Debt Free Dad podcast? Please, share this episode with them on your favorite social network!Support the Show.

Can financial empowerment catalyze social change? Tune in with Dr. Felecia Froe and Tawana Rivers as they explore the transformative impact of community-driven investment. In this engaging discussion, Tawana shares her journey from financial struggle to leading the 10K Project, which champions economic empowerment through strategic education and collective action. This episode offers insights into overcoming economic hurdles, the power of community support, and innovative wealth-building strategies that challenge conventional financial systems. Through the 10 K Project's impactful initiatives, listeners will learn effective financial strategies and the power of community investment.    Discover how collective efforts can drive social change and personal growth. Tune in to this inspiring episode to see how you can benefit from and contribute to economic empowerment efforts. Whether you're enhancing financial understanding or seeking inspiration, take advantage of rethinking the role of money in driving mission-driven change. 00:00 – Introduction to Tawana Rivers and the 10K Project 07:04 – Overcoming Personal Financial Challenges 14:24 – The 10K Project: A Model for Community Empowerment 24:56 – Building Wealth through Education and Collective Investment 35:12 – Future Goals and Expanding Impact 44:00 – Closing and Call to Action   Connect with Tawana! Website: https://the10kproject.com/ Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tawana-rivers-4b512114a/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/black10kproject/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1XeXC2RpwzZIWHY1jvxTOQ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/black10kgroup/ X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/black10kproject   Be the Boss of Your Own Money and Own Your Future. Connect with us and Discover Investment Strategies Designed to make a Difference. Website: https://moneywithmission.com Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/moneywithmission   Key Quotes: “It is my right to be here, earned through the lessons of my mistakes” - Tawana Rivers "Knowledge must be shared; it's up to you to use it effectively." - Dr. Felecia Froe

In this episode, we chat with Tawana Bain, CEO of American Clean Resources Group who are an environmentally sustainable development platform, at the forefront of renewable and environmental development in the United States, through comprehensive Resource Management and processing of precious minerals and metals in a carbon-neutral and environmentally safe manner. Dedicated to revolutionizing the new American Supply Chain by aiming to deliver goods with a net-zero environmental impact. Tawana is a leading marketing strategist and visionary and she discusses how the company is progressing and how they are leading the way in providing Sustainable Solutions for America's Resource Independence. KEY TAKEAWAYS American Clean Resources Group is dedicated to environmental sustainability through the management and processing of precious metals and minerals in a carbon-neutral and environmentally safe manner. Tawana has a diverse background in French, computer science, sales, marketing, and environmental consulting, bringing a unique perspective to the mining industry. The company aims to address the significant issue of mining tailings in the United States, with a focus on cleaning up hundreds of millions of tons of tailings to improve air quality, water quality, and land health. American Clean Resources Group has acquired SWIS Community, an environmental water technology company, as part of its water treatment division, with plans for further acquisitions in the future. BEST MOMENTS "I have no desire to be an expert metallurgist or an expert engineer."  "The red dots that we use to demonstrate how big the problem is, the map might as well bleed red."  "I don't know it all. I don't claim to. I don't pretend to."  "I hope that our success in catapulting a company that will help residents be alerted and therefore safe from any sort of toxic drinking water conditions."  VALUABLE RESOURCES Mail:        rob@mining-international.org LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rob-tyson-3a26a68/ X:              https://twitter.com/MiningRobTyson YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/DigDeepTheMiningPodcast  Web:        http://www.mining-international.org Website: https://acrgincorp.com/ Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/american-clean-resources-group/ X : https://twitter.com/acrgincorp Tawana's social media Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/get_fancy_with_t/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tawana.bain Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tawanabain/ ABOUT THE HOST Rob Tyson is the Founder and Director of Mining International Ltd, a leading global recruitment and headhunting consultancy based in the UK specialising in all areas of mining across the globe from first-world to third-world countries from Africa, Europe, the Middle East, Asia, and Australia. We source, headhunt, and discover new and top talent through a targeted approach and search methodology and have a proven track record in sourcing and positioning exceptional candidates into our clients' organisations in any mining discipline or level. Mining International provides a transparent, informative, and trusted consultancy service to our candidates and clients to help them develop their careers and business goals and objectives in this ever-changing marketplace. CONTACT METHOD rob@mining-international.org https://www.linkedin.com/in/rob-tyson-3a26a68/ Podcast Description Rob Tyson is an established recruiter in the mining and quarrying sector and decided to produce the “Dig Deep” The Mining Podcast to provide valuable and informative content around the mining industry. He has a passion and desire to promote the industry and the podcast aims to offer the mining community an insight into people's experiences and careers covering any mining discipline, giving the listeners helpful advice and guidance on industry topics. 

Step into the glimmering world of the Full Figured Industry Awards, where Tawana Blassingame, the founder and force of nature behind the event, joins us to share the sparkle and substance of the latest celebration. As we unpack the 2023 awards, the conversation glides from the heartfelt acceptance speeches to the meticulous process that ensures each nominee is duly recognized. Our own encounter with the nomination system takes center stage, revealing how adjustments in the process have elevated the fairness and prestige of these accolades.Surprises are the heartbeat of any awards ceremony, and this episode is no different as we peel back the curtain on the nomination journey. Gasp along with us as we recount the moments where unsuspecting winners were showered in glory, and learn how the Full Figured Industry Awards has become a beacon of diversity and inclusion, continuously breaking barriers with categories like Silver Fox. We spotlight the array of ways sponsors can bask in the limelight of this burgeoning event, and playfully muse about the dream partners we envision joining our constellation of supporters.Finally, we amplify the power of self-nomination, especially when it comes to the impactful Community Service Awards. Tawana demystifies the process, championing the bold move of putting oneself forward, and we outline the critical timelines to keep the awards soaring to new heights. Yet amidst the celebration and empowerment, we take a moment to draw boundaries on respect within our community and a chuckle at the quirky sign-offs that have become our endearing trademark. So plug in and join us for a whirlwind of inspiration, gratitude, and a healthy dose of glam on this episode of Big Sexy Chat!Vote for your 2024 FFIA Award Choices!https://www.theffias.com/voting2024Check out Tawana!https://www.tawanablassingame.com/Support the showBigSexyChat.com appreciates you and our community. We do this for you, so if you ever have any ideas about a subject we can discuss for you, email us at Sexy@BigSexyChat.com.You can find us on Facebook and Instagram as BigSexyChat.Twitter (who knows how long we will stay there) is BigSexyChatPodCheck out our merch at www.BigSexyTees.com (credit to Toni Tails for setting this up for us!)Chrystal also sells sex toys via her website BlissConnection.com and you can use the code BSC20 for 20% off. Big thanks to our Sponsor Liberator Bedroom Adventures. We ADORE the products from Liberator. And, to be clear, we all loved their products even before they became a sponsor!

In this insightful podcast interview, Tawana Lee, an Air Force veteran, therapist and social worker, opens up about her remarkable journey from serving in the Air Force to rediscovering herself post-military life. Join us as Tawana shares her experiences, challenges, and triumphs, offering a unique perspective on life. Tune in to gain valuable insights into Tawana's resilient spirit and the transformative power of self-discovery. Email: Tawanalee.msw16@gmail.com Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/illiredbird/ Google #: 202-573-9421 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@realramtlee

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During this podcast, host Tawana Lowery shares three important strategies that will help us overcome disappointment (regardless of the circumstances) AND … Keep our Joy!! And as the new year approaches, let these strategies arm you with a game plan to transcend the disappointment traps that might arise.       SCRIPT:   How to Overcome Disappointment and Keep Your Joy By Tawana Lowery (excerpts taken from her upcoming book)   1.     The Holiday Seasons is typically a time for celebrating with friends and loved ones.   2.     But it can also present the greatest opportunity to experience the pain of Disappointment…   ·        Though we might not want to readily admit it… ·        Disappointment is big part of life…   ·        Disappointment hurts and stings… ·        Especially when it involves relationships. ·        But most of all… disappointment steals our joy.     3.     During this Podcast, I want to review 3 Strategies that will help us Overcome Disappointment (regardless of the circumstances) AND … Keep our Joy!!   4.     And as the new year approaches, I believe these strategies will arm you with a game plan to Transcend the Disappointment Traps that might arise.       5.     Like you… I've had numerous disappointing experiences. ·        But one that stands out happened when I was only 8 years old. ·        And it happened during the holiday season.   6.     In those days we still called it a Christmas Party.   7.     Second only to the last day of school, it was the most anticipated day of the entire year.   8.     Each hallway and classroom was covered with beautiful decorations.   9.     And the tantalizing aroma of Christmas Cookies hung like a thick fog, consuming every corner of every room.   10. Weeks of anticipation followed by hours of celebration concluded with the most exciting part of the day.   ·        The Student Gift Exchange!   11. The ritual consisted of the teacher passing out each gift (in a very orderly fashion of course).   12. After what seemed a lifetime, she found the present with my name on it.   13. As she approached my desk, my exuberance quickly devolved into disappointment!     14.  Because my sweet teacher wasn't holding a beautifully wrapped gift with a shiny bow…. It was nothing of the sort!   ·        Instead, she was carrying what appeared to be a ball of aluminum foil….   15. With an awkward wince of embarrassment, she placed the horrifying blob on my desk.     16. Well…. my initial reaction was total confusion. Surely my name was not on THAT.   17.  It wasn't even a present…. Seriously… who in their right mind would give a ball of crumpled aluminum foil as a Christmas gift?   18. Fighting back the crocodile tears, I quickly snatched it off my desk and placed it in my lap… trying to remain expressionless.     19. As I clutched it tightly, in an effort to hide the evidence, I could feel that something was wrapped inside.   20. I thought… “Should I open it now or wait until I get home?”   21. The thoughts were racing back and forth. 22. But soon my 8 year old curiosity took control.   23. With eyes straight ahead and emotions at bay, I slowly pushed back the foil with my fingertips.   ·        That's when embarrassment gave way to complete bewilderment.   24. Inside the crumpled ball of foil was a small Plastic Donkey.   ·        It was the kind of humble little grey burrow you might see in a Nativity Scene. ·        It had very sad eyes and a bowed head.   25. A donkey! A plastic donkey! What on earth can you do with a plastic donkey? ·        Just to add insult to injury, it wasn't even new.   26. As I gazed at this unimaginable nightmare… My mind quickly recalled my shopping trip from the previous week.     27. I thought about the time I invested selecting the perfect gift for my classmate.   ·        It was wrapped with tender care, by yours truly. ·        Then finished to perfection with a lovely bow! ·        Yet despite my tireless efforts, this is what I get in return?   28. You know… that event happened more than 40 years ago, and yet the disappointment I experienced is branded in my memory.       So… here's the point of the story? 29. Sometimes we give our very best to people and circumstances only to receive a Plastic Donkey in return.   30. Sometimes situations over which we have no control cause embarrassment and heartache, leaving us with a stomach full of disappointment and let-down.     31. But… What if we could overcome those deflated emotions and bounce back with a fervent determination to Keep our Joy?   ·        That's what these 3 Principles will help you achieve. The first Principle is…. “Keep it in Perspective.” 1.     A few days after the Christmas party, my mother learned the details behind the gift I had received.   ·        My classmate, Teresa and her family were struggling.   ·        Her father had lost his job, and her mom was fighting a serious illness. ·        Teresa's family had no money and no insurance for medical expenses. ·        In fact, the community was providing money for food and other basic needs. ·        No doubt, they were facing a very bleak holiday season.        2.     My mom also explained how that little plastic donkey was part of their family Nativity Scene.   ·        And it just so happened, the little sad burrow was Teresa's favorite character piece.   ·        In actuality, Teresa gave me something very near and dear to her heart.   ·        She gave the best she had to offer. You might even say her gift was sacrificial… sort of like the offering of the Widows Mite in the Bible. 3.     Although my hurt from the disappointment was real, learning more about Teresa's situation shed new light on the entire event.   ·        It helped me view it from a higher perspective. ·        As a result, my disappointed heart was transformed into a heart of compassion. ·        Keeping it in perspective gave me the emotional strength to keep my joy.     The second Principle for Keeping our Joy is… “Keep Giving Your Best.”   1.     When we returned to school after the holidays…  I decided to give Teresa what she had given me.   ·        She gave me her best. How could I do any less?   2.     For the remainder of the school year, I poured into her life as much as possible.   ·        I helped her with homework so she could make better grades. ·        We sat together at lunch so she wouldn't be alone. ·        Because we were the same size, I gave her some of my clothes and shoes.   3.     Teresa and Tawana became best buds, and we both excelled because of it.   4.     She discovered there was a great student on the inside with the ability to learn and grow.   5.     I discovered leadership abilities that allowed me to inspire others to excel.    6.     Staying true to your core values in the midst of the pain, is vital for overcoming disappointment.   ·        That includes being intentional to give your best regardless of what other don't give you.       7.     Think about it like this… ·        If you want to keep your joy, then be sure to engage in activities that set you up to achieve it.   8.     After all, it's very difficult to give your best while experiencing sadness at the same time.     Let's wrap this up with the third Principle for Keeping our Joy which is to… “Keep Looking for the Good.”   1.     On one of the coldest days of the year, I got caught in a huge traffic jam on the way to have my car heater repaired.   2.     The temperature was 35 degrees outside and only slightly warmer inside.   ·        Not exactly the best day to be stuck in traffic with no heat.   3.     But while I was sitting in my very frigid car, staring at a endless line of traffic, it brought to light another important truth about overcoming disappointment… ·        There's a big difference between being cold and being left out in the cold.     ·        The first is simply an unpleasant circumstance of life. The second is a distressing place in life.     4.      In the same way, there's a big difference in being disappointed with a temporary situation of life and being disappointed with life in general.   ·        Most disappointments we encounter are nothing more than temporary unpleasant interludes between other normal events.   ·        But problems arise when we allow the occasional let downs of life to create a fatalistic attitude towards life.     5.     I've discovered the most effective way to avoid this pitfall is to maintain a posture of gratitude while you're in a disappointment.   6.     Shivering in the car that morning, my choices were very simple. Either complain and grumble or be thankful and humble.   ·        I chose to wrap my mind in a warm blanket of gratitude. ·        I decided to focus on the long list of things I was thankful for.     7.      Of course, I didn't relish sitting in a cold car during a two hour traffic jam. ·        But, I couldn't change it. ·        And, honestly, the situation could have been much worse.   8.     So I began to recite (out loud) all I was grateful for. ·        Things like warm clothes, warm socks and boots, ·        a full tank of gas, ·        a semi-hot cup of coffee, ·        good health, ·        money in the bank, ·        friends and family who loved me, ·        and so on and so on.    9.     As I focused more and more on the good, my stress began to dissipate. ·        I became less focused on what was trying to steal my joy and more centered on what would revive it.     10. I believe when we form the habit of looking for the good in the “not so good” we actually Teach our Minds to be Joyful.          Closing   1.    I'm not suggesting we should never admit or feel Disappointment.   2.    It's part of life because ….   a.      We live in a fallen world full of fallen people doing fallen things.   3.    But I am suggesting that we use the Plastic Donkey's of life as a reminder…   To Keep it in Perspective, To Keep Giving our Best and To Keep Looking for the Good.   4.    When we do so… we Keep our hearts and minds positioned to KEEP our JOY (during the holidays and throughout the year).       All content is copyrighted by Tawana Lowery and Women World Leaders and cannot be used without express written consent

Tawana Johnson is a high quality content creator, advocating for sophisticated stoners and a regional rep for a Manitoba based brand. She's created many videos with unique products, some which've garnered millions of views! We tune into with her on all things sustainable creative choices and business practices. Join us for Episode 171 of Disciplined Stoners Podcast to enjoy this no holds barred talk filled with honesty and fun. Catch up with Tawana here: https://www.instagram.com/tokintee Thank you so much for watching/listening to our podcast. We are here to learn and offer valuable information about the cannabis and wellness space!  Please like this video and subscribe for weekly podcasts, meditations, and affirmations.   Follow us on Instagram:  Disciplined Stoners: https://www.instagram.com/disciplinedstoners Winny Clarke: https://www.instagram.com/winnyclarke Ellevan: https://www.instagram.com/ellevanmusic Sign up for Winny's Mailing List here: http://eepurl.com/gCIZg1 Get Ellevan's book: STFU: Thoughts and Feelings shorturl.at/pIS08   Follow us on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1XDoMv08pT9EfyBaCXNnaj?si=7a557f0e0bf14d4d  Follow and Listen to Ellevan on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0G1sZ8clT2oSvzQ3IL2ZRd?si=vJVw9FLyS6GtF453Ny21kQ  #podcast #mindfulness #mindfulpodcast #podcasting #comedy #fun #podcasting #wellness #meditation #disciplines #entrepreneur Every episode we travel deeper into unfolding who we believe we are. Through these conversations of self reflection, often comedic, often topical, always grounded, we try to uncover a deeper meaning to this life. Thank you for joining us on this special discovery and we hope to continue to inspire you and the choices you make to better your life. You are loved. You are well. We are growing. Love n Light --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/disciplinedstoners/message

If you want to get healthy and be inspired, this is the podcast for you. My guest, Tawana Miller, is the CEO of BFitBFly, a healthy lifestyle brand that specializes in plant-dominant meal prep, kitchen, and pantry organization, and her signature detox culinary program called The Meal Edit. Tawana has a master's degree in healthcare administration. She's a personal wellness chef, a healthy lifestyle expert, and she holds a certificate in plant-based nutrition from the Center of Nutrition Studies at Cornell. Tawana's approach to a balanced, plant-based lifestyle extends beyond mere diet; it's a tailored solution to individual needs. She's also an advocate and speaker for autism awareness, and part of her company's proceeds are donated to Autism Speaks. We talk about how Tawana's life changed for the better when her miracle baby arrived. This episode will have you wanting to eat better and appreciate unexpected blessings. Episode Highlights:  [02:30] Tawana's son was a miracle child. She was inspired to start her nutrition business to help with her son's autism.  [04:03] Tawana talks about the transition that she and her husband went through and the loss they mourned. She found a whole new life when she got to the other side. [05:16] She began taking cooking lessons. She wanted to cook better for her son and found it to be very therapeutic. [05:50] Tawana explains why it's so important for her to be an advocate for the special needs community. [06:40] No matter what someone's special needs or disability may be, we all have a story and have unique needs.  [07:06] It's not true that special needs kids aren't able to learn. [08:33] Tawana always invites people to ask questions, and she loves it when people are curious about special needs children.  [09:06] She's not totally vegan, but believes in being plant-based. Her son had food intolerances like dairy sensitivity. She tells her clients to do what works for them. [11:06] This diet has improved the health of the whole family. A plant-based lifestyle has worked well for them.  [12:39] Tawana shares how eating plant-based has improved the health of her clients.  [14:31] Her favorite part of her business is when people see the value that she's giving them. [16:28] She feels like media is the next step for her, so she can get the message out.  Links and Resources: Watch The Breakthrough on AIB Network Ready to chat about 1:1 coaching? Dr. Krystal Conner Dr. Krystal Conner Instagram How to Be a Dangerous Woman Facebook Group Dangerous Woman Manifesto BFitBFly Kitchen Studio Tawana's Email: info@bfitbfly.com Tawana Miller Instagram Starting A Podcast Can Feel Scary, These Hosts Say Start One Anyway The Breakthrough: Dancing My Way to Happy The Breakthrough: From Shadows to Spotlight The Breakthrough: Cooking Up Confidence with Gaby Hale

Tawana Blassingame is the Founder and Executive Producer of The Full Figured Industry Awards and the CEO and Founder of Queen Size Magazine. In 2011, Tawana started Queen Size Magazine: an award winning monthly national full-figured fashion and lifestyle publication for both men and women. Under her parent company Cohesive Minds Inc, Queen Size Magazine has enjoyed over a decade of continued success. While diligently handling her career in healthcare and simultaneously operating her very own magazine company, Tawana embarked on a new journey in 2019. She produced her very first award ceremony called the Full-Figured Industry Awards (also known as the FFIAs). The FFIAs is a prestigious ceremony of awards and of distinguished recognition honoring the craftsmanship and commitment to excellence across various platforms spanning the full-figured industry. From models, makeup artists and designers, to bloggers, photographers, entertainers, influencers, and productions; Tawana and the FFIAs team continues to work relentlessly to ensure that the industry is celebrated for their work and dedication to the full-figured fashion industry. The Full Figured Industry Awards happening Nov. 4th at the Jamaica Performing Arts Center!  

In this week's episode, we continue to interview panelist who knew Tyeasha, Tarsha, Bryce and his family. Special thanks to Lucinda, Shalondria, Jamirah, Shimyia and Tawana.

The world is being shaken from every corner and in multiple ways. But it should not surprise the saints of God. Nevertheless, the importance of Standing Firm while the temporal foundations of this earth are being shaken is more important than ever. That is why today's podcast is so important. Tawana shares three important strategies that will help ensure our Ability to Stand, while at the same time helping others do the same.

-- . Nûçeyên giring yên Swêdê îro.25.10. 2023 ji vê podkasta beê kurdî yê Radyoya Swêdê. Pêşkêşker: Newzad HirorîDerhêner: Niştiman Îrandost

Bullying in the workplace is often invisible, but it doesn't have to be. Gain valuable insights and strategies to combat workplace bullying. In this episode of the HR Mixtape, host Shari Simpson is joined by Joy Toney and Tawana Gardner, both from AIM for Change LLC. They discuss the subtle forms of workplace bullying that even seasoned HR professionals might miss. Joy and Tawana share their insights and expertise on this important topic. Don't miss this thought-provoking conversation. Guest(s): Joy Toney (Senior Program Consultant) and Tawana Gardner (Principal Consultant) at AIM for Change, LLC 

-- . Nûçeyên giring yên Swêdê îro.23.10. 2023 ji vê podkasta beê kurdî yê Radyoya Swêdê. Pêşkêşker: Newzad HirorîDerhêner: Niştiman Îrandost

In today's Podcast, Tawana shares another excerpt from her upcoming book and reveals three common Anxieties the enemy uses against us.  Tawana also gives us practical steps on how to identify the fears and overcome them so we can walk strong with Freedom in Jesus.     *** Content Taken from Tawana's upcoming book.  Not authorized for reprint without consent from Tawana Lowery or Women World Leaders.   Hello… and Welcome to Women World Leaders Podcast  I'm your Host… Tawana Lowery ·       Women's Empowerment Coach ·       And Global Ministry Leader   1.      And I'm VERY excited you joined today… ·         Because we're going to explore what the Father wants us to know about himself and who we are as Powerful Ambassadors of his Powerful Kingdom…  ·         So let's get started…  2.      If you've been a follower of Jesus for more than 10 minutes… then you've already discovered that the enemy does not want you to be an effective ambassador of the Fathers Kingdom!! 3.      That's why he works triple overtime to stop us!!  4.      And his method of choice is FEAR…  a.       Fear is his stomping ground. b.      And he's always inviting us to join in the drama!!! 5.      But what really fuels his fire (no pun intended) is when we are Clueless  about it!  6.      He loves to hide it in the form of something we might not recognize as Fear.  a.       That is especially true with regards to Anxiety.  b.      Many times, we don't recognize the fear issues associated with our Anxiety because we're so distracted by the Anxiety itself.  7.      Interestingly enough… the dictionary actually describes Anxiety as an abnormal or overwhelming sense of fear.  That can be triggered by a host of issues such as financial worry, relationship concerns, or just the perpetual uncertainty of life.  8.      But Rabbi Paul admonishes us in Philippians 4:6-7 to…  “NOT be anxious about anything! But instead, surrender the anxiety to the Father in prayer so we can receive his Shalom… His perfect peace!   9.      So… if you've been struggling lately with Anxiety in a particular area (or in a lot of areas) then get ready for breakthrough! Because in this Podcast I'm going to Expose 2 Common Anxieties that many of us deal with.    Plus, I'll also share the practical steps we can take to Overcome it and walk strong in Freedom.  So, the first is called “Abandonment Anxiety.”   1.      For those of us who've experienced the pain of being abandoned (whether by a spouse, a parent, or others), the mere thought of a repeat episode can trigger Severe Anxiety or even panic attacks.   2.      I can totally empathize with this…  a.       I battled with overwhelming Abandonment Anxiety for several years because of my experiences from childhood into my 40s.   3.      But I am happy to report, I discovered the way of escape that set me totally free…  ·         I accomplished it by casting the imprint of my experiences onto the cross of Yeshua my Savior.  ·         Although what others did was hurtful and wrong, I had to own how those experiences were impacting me and the lies they tempted me to believe.  ·         I had to Confess how my abandonment encounters had prejudiced my heart towards the living God.  ·         In other words…. I was fearful that my heavenly Father would treat me in the same manner.  ·         Jesus died to destroy the manifest works of the Devil… And my past experiences with people were manifesting as debilitating fear… even towards God.   4.      After I crucified the fear and the experiences on the cross, it opened my heart to receive the free gift of Faith from the one who promised to Never Ever leave me or Abandon me. 5.      Maybe you've had a similar experience that's created Abandonment Anxiety in your life.  6.      If so, you can experience the same freedom I did with these practical steps…  ·         First. ask God to expose the source of your Abandonment Anxiety. We serve the God who speaks and he will speak to you right now. ·         Then ask him to reveal how those experiences may have prejudiced your heart towards his promises and blocked you from the ability to rest in his unfailing love.  ·         Next, forgive those who abandoned you.  ·         Crucify the experiences and the fear on the cross of Jesus.  ·         And ask the Father to resurrect you as with a new heart and mind to receive Faith and assurance in his unfailing Love.   Okay… Let's wrap up with another Common Anxiety. And this one is probably the least detected… but can have the greatest adverse impact on our faith walk and spiritual maturity… It's called… “Assimilation Anxiety” 1.      As we know… God is continually calling us into new things that feel very unfamiliar… just as he did the saints before us.   2.      In order to keep in step with what God is calling us into… ·         We are frequently called to walk into the unknown and away from the familiar.  3.      As expected, it can produce a great deal of fear… ·         Many of us are afraid of the unknown.  4.      But maybe it's not Fear of the unknown that hinders our walk. ·         Maybe it's simply an idol for the familiar, for the comfortable and for the path of least resistance that creates the fear. ·         Maybe we're simply afraid to release the idol because we've believed it has the power of life and death.    5.      The dangerous component is that our idol for the familiar creates a a stronghold that makes us resistance to Assimilate into the new things Gods has in store.  6.      This is the reason we are admonished throughout the scriptures to forget what lies behind, and to be aware of the new things that are springing up. 7.       Although God never changes… he strongly desires to change us from glory to glory, from faith to faith… from abounding to more abounding.  ·         His desire is that we keep in step with the spirit… ·         That we follow the Grace… ·         And that we do what we see the Father do. ·         This is the example Jesus gave us.   8.      And that means breaking free from Assimilation Anxiety. ·         That means confessing our fear of not having control. ·         That means allowing God to have control of our thoughts and imagination about the future.   9.      Often times when considering something new… our minds begin to rehearse all the things that could go wrong. ·         We start imagining failure. ·         Not realizing we're aligning our imagination with the lies of the enemy!! ·         Then our emotions and decisions simply follow suit. ·         Next thing you know… we're stuck… and can't understand why.   10.  Sometimes it's hard for us to imagine that God has something better than what we can produce for ourselves.   11.  But the truth is… God always has something better than what we are afraid to release.   12.  I was out walking one evening during a season of massive uncertainty. And while I was praying I heard the Lord say…  “Tawana… you're Never going to have the life you dreamed of. But can you believe that I love you enough to give you something better?   13.  Wow… not exactly what you want to hear from God when you're asking for assurance. ·         But… he was assuring me of something… ·         I just wasn't something I had considered before.     14.  Although his statement was extremely unexpected… ·         He was trying to help me understand the importance of letting go of my idol for the Small Familiar so I could receive the Big New Future he had planned from the foundation of the world. ·         Truthfully…. I was unaware how the fear had developed into an idol until the spirit of truth spoke truth to my heart.   15.  Once the Fear was outta the bag… I had to repent of the idol for the familiar so I could receive the NEW THING that was about to spring up! ·         I had to release the Assimilation Anxiety that was stopping me.   16.  When you think about it… the Scriptures are overflowing with promise about the goodness of God that is always waiting for us. ·         Psalm 23 ·         Jeremiah 29:11 ·         And many, many more.     17.  However…. We can't receive his restful assurance until we release the fear… and the idol for the familiar.   18.  Only then can our hearts and minds Assimilate into the good things… the new things… and the better things that await.   19.  Maybe you're facing a call into the unknow and away from the familiar. Maybe your struggling with Assimilation Anxiety.   20.  If so… then we can use the same practical steps we reviewed with the other anxieties to break free and move forward.   ·          Step one… Confess or truth tell about the Idol and the fear. ·         Admit that you have it. ·         It's not going to surprise God. ·         In fact… he rejoices when we walk in truth. He LOVES it. ·         Next, let's ask the Lord to reveal how the idol was formed… ·         AND the lies it has tempted you to believe…. about him, about yourself, and about your future. ·          Now… we'll ask forgiveness for believing the lies and for putting our trust in an idol for the familiar instead of faith in Jesus. ·         Next, take the lies and the idol to the cross to be crucified. ·         Lastly… we will ask to be resurrected in Christ Jesus so we can receive a new heart, a new mind and a brand-new life.    AMEN!!!   Well… It's been an absolute pleasure spending time with you today. And I hope this simple message has helped shed light on common fear and anxieties that try to stop us…AND… how to overcome them by the Blood of the Lamb and the Power of the Cross.   Thanks for listening to Women World Leaders podcast! ·         Join us each Monday, Wednesday and Friday as we explore together God's extravagant love and your courageous purpose.  ·         Visit our website at www.womenworldleaders.com to submit a prayer request, register for an upcoming event, and support the ministry.  ·         From His heart to yours, we are Women World Leaders.  All content is copyrighted by Tawana Lowery and Women World Leaders and cannot be used without express written consent.  

Today's guest is "Miss Overcomer" Tawana Lowery. Tawana is a gifted speaker, author, and radio talent who helps women reclaim courage, reconnect with their calling, and move forward with radiant joy and purpose.    Today she shares the fire in her soul which  God gave her to help women overcome obstacles in facing their true identity.