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“The Cloud” 30th-anniversary reflections Several weeks into their journey home, both Janeway and Voyager find their energy reserves running low. For the captain, a simple trip to what used to be her private dining room for a cup of Neelix's even better than coffee substitute might be all that's needed. For the ship, however, a trip into a mysterious nebula is required. Voyager is hungry for omicron particles, and there seems to be a rich supply just ahead. But this cloud is not what it seems, and Janeway may need to turn to her animal guide to save the crew. In this episode of To The Journey, hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing continue our 30th-anniversary retrospective that will take you through all of Star Trek: Voyager, one episode at a time. In this installment, we discuss “The Cloud” and how the science-heavy plot wraps a character-focused story. Chapters Intro (00:00:00) How Do Starfleet Ships Run? (00:03:03) We Are Family (00:12:05) How Many Torpedoes? (00:18:29) Back to Family (00:21:25) Tiptoeing around Chakotay (00:23:34) A Poor Man's Quark? (00:35:02) Strange New Life Form (00:43:17) Sandríne‘s (00:47:27) Final Thoughts and Ratings (00:54:44) Closing (00:57:24) Hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing Production C Bryan Jones (Editor and Executive Producer) Matthew Rushing (Executive Producer)

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She's had the organist. Now she wants the Vicar.A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mia weakly raised her hand and switched off the shower."That was amazing, Gordy-pie. Organists really are good with their hands!""Not so bad yourself," he panted. "Wow. I enjoyed that immensely! You're quite a lass, Mia.""I'd like to see you play the organ," she said, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel."I need to get my breath back first!" He laughed, as Mia began playfully drying him off. "God, you're an eager little beaver aren't you?""Hee hee. Yes, but what I meant was, I'd like to see you play the church organ. I've not been inside a church for years. Jenna said that St Michael's is cool.""It's a nice church." I wonder what else she's told her? Gordon thought. "Why not come along to the Sunday service? You can see me in action there, so to speak. After the service, you can have a go on the organ if you'd like. Do you play any musical instruments?""Guitar and violin, but I've not practiced for ages.""Ah, so strings are your thing? That's good. It'd be nice to have a violinist in the choir. One of the choristers plays the trumpet. Which keeps him from singing and I'm glad of it as his voice is bloody awful."Mia sniggered. "You're funny, Gordy-pie. I really like you. Are all organists as fun as you?""Nay lass. I'm one of a kind. He pulled her close and kissed her neck and lips. He was an incredible kisser, and she was curious to know more about him."Are you married?""Long divorced," came his reply. "I'm married to the pipe organ, as they say." He wondered if Jenna had mentioned anything about their various liaisons over the past year, and was about to say something, when the bathroom door suddenly opened."Jen! Ever thought of knocking before entering?" Mia gasped, covering herself with a towel."I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?" She turned to Gordon, who grinned sheepishly at her."Um, hello!""Funny place to have organ lessons, Gordon," Jenna said, as she watched him squirm."Gordy-pie was just showing me how good an organist is with his hands, weren't you?" Mia said, kissing him. "And you know what, he's amazing!""Oh I'm well aware of how good he is," Jenna replied, folding her arms.Sensing disapproval, Gordon attempted to explain. "It just happened. I didn't know your cousin was here," he prattled. "I put the plant pots in the yard, went into the kitchen and she was just there, wearing nothing but a towel!""You don't need to explain yourself, Gordy-pie. We've not done anything wrong," Mia said. "We're both single. Why are you so uptight, Jenna? Is it because we're in the vicarage? Is that like, a sin or something?"Jenna was in no position to claim the moral high ground. "No, no of course not. I was, just a bit surprised, that's all. It's fine. Just, try to be a bit more discreet, Mia. What if Simon had walked in?""Oh I'm sure the good reverend would approve," Gordon smiled, winking at her.The perceptive Mia noticed his gesture and wondered what he was hinting at."Jenna took a deep breath. "Okay, well I'm going to have a coffee. I'll leave you to get dressed. Do you want a drink, Gordon?""A tea would be lovely. I'm parched. Thanks!""I'll have tea as well, please." Mia added.Jenna left the bathroom."She's acting weird," Mia said. "There's something she's not telling me."Oh boy, wait until you find out, Gordon thought. Your mind will be blown."Maybe she's a bit envious!" Gordon said as he picked up his clothes, and wondered where his underpants had gone."Can I keep these, Gordy-pie?" Mia giggled, holding up his white briefs."Think they're too big for you!""I don't want to wear them. I want to keep them under my pillow and sniff them at night.""In that case, they're all yours! But I want your knickers in return!""Fair's fair!" She tossed him her pale pink cotton undies to him."Thanks!""I loved our shower time," Mia said, kissing him again. "And I loved your big cock. You're a sexy man, Gordy-pie.""Gordy-pie hopes Mia-pie can play with his organ again very soon!" the organist replied as they got dressed and headed downstairs.Jenna brought them both a cup of tea as they sat down in the lounge."Gordon, you're not going to put up with her calling you that cringey nickname are you?" she said, handing him the cup."I like it. It's cute," he said, as Mia rested her head on his shoulder."It's childish. If someone had called you that a year ago, you'd have bitten their head off. You used to have a terrible temper.""Ah well that was before I saw the light," he said, sipping his tea. "When you, showed me the way." He smiled at Jenna as she sat opposite them. "For that, you know I am forever grateful," he added."Did you become a born again Christian like Jenna, Gordy-pie?" Mia asked."I've always been a Christian," Gordon replied. "I just sin a lot, that's all. As we all do, right?" He raised an eyebrow at the vicar's wife. "But we keep praying for forgiveness every week, and luckily for us, God is the forgiving sort, eh?"The front door opened and Reverend Morris came in."Good lord, I need a large brandy!" He gasped, tossing the car keys on the table."What I have seen, can't be unseen, and what I've heard, can't be unheard!""Whatever's the matter Simon?" Jenna said, standing up."You were right, Jen. Gladys Wilcox and the churchwarden. They're, at it!""Told you so," Jenna said. "Actual sex? I'm not being ageist but can Gladys manage that at her age?""No. Regular vanilla sex would've been easier to deal with. Actually, I think gerbilling would be easier to deal with. But seeing Norman, naked in her backyard, wearing a pinny and being struck on his arse with a riding crop,”Jenna cleared her throat, trying to silence him, given that they had company." She treats him like a slave and he enjoys it!" The vicar continued, unaware there was an audience. "And there's more. She knows about the storeroom threesome, and you won't believe this, she proudly told me, that sometime during Lent, she performed oral sex on Gordon.""Ahem. Simon, shush, we've got," Jenna cringed. "Wait, what? She gave Gordon oral?"Mia's jaw dropped."Sucked him off whilst he was sat at the church organ! She'd wanted him to be her slave, but he declined. So she set her sights on Norman instead. Well we both know Gordon prefers a younger woman, right?" He turned round, and noticed Gordon sat on the settee, and Mia sat next to him."Oh, good afternoon Gordon!""I brought those plant pots you wanted," the organist meekly uttered.Later,Jenna and Reverend Morris sat on the settee watching an episode of Father Brown, although neither were really paying attention to it."I can't get that image out of my head. Gladys giving Gordon a blowjob and whipping Norman's bare buttocks. I know we've, engaged in some naughtiness, but I never imagined one of the oldest members of the church was into that sort of thing!""Good for her," Jenna replied. "Kinkiness aside, it's nice for her to have Norman as a lodger. I mean, she lives alone and in this day and age, older people can feel vulnerable. I know Gladys misses her hubby a lot.""Oh Bert. Yes. He was dead long before I came to St Michaels. Bishop George told me more about him. He was the organist before Gordon took over. Apparently he was quite a character.""I'm sure he was. And the current organist seems to be going the same way.""Jen, you seem a bit unhappy about Gordon having intercourse with your cousin today. Is that because you're protective of her or because of, well, I know how close you are to him?"Jenna sighed. "Oh Simon. I'm ashamed of myself. I actually felt jealous when I saw the two of them together. How selfish is that? After everything you did for me last year when it was my birthday, and you gladly accepted my dalliances with the other male members of the church. Can you forgive me? I wish to say a prayer of forgiveness."The vicar took his wife's hands in his. "Of course I can, my love. And I understand how you feel. You see, with Mia here, I think you've got something you've never had to deal with before.""What's that?""A rival!"Mia was eavesdropping from the staircase. A mischievous grin formed on her face as she listened."Holy shit, Jenna's had more men than Elton John's had wigs. She had the nerve to have a go at me for seducing Tom. And she's slept with Gordon too? No wonder she looked so tense. Ha! And sweet, Reverend Simon is okay with that? That's not what it teaches in the Bible, surely?"She slipped back to her bedroom."Let us pray together," Reverend Morris said."Father, I return to You with my sins before me. Nowadays, I lack compassion for my brother and sisters, my eyes are clouded with wrongdoings my heart is against. Opposing Your Words, I sinned and done evil in Your eyes. I drained myself off Your kindness and followed my worldly desires. Father, guide me as You are right in Your verdict and justified in Your judgment. Do not leave me astray as I pray for a blissful life with You and a life free of evil. In Your Mercy, I pray.Amen."-(Luke 15:18, Psalm 51:3-4)"I feel better," Jenna said, opening her eyes. She ran a finger down her husband's cheek. "Simon, let's go to bed. Mia's asleep. The guest bedroom is right at the other end of the landing. She won't hear us. Tonight I need my Vicar's touch,”"What a good idea! All this talk of Gladys Wilcox getting her hands on men's dicks, I'd quite like some hands on mine!"A Girl With FantasiesMia lay back on the bed in the darkness, her mind buzzing with the events of the day. Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the pair of Gordon's briefs."Enjoyed you, Gordy-pie! You were a total sweetie."She sighed, pressing the crotch of the underwear against her nose and inhaling deeply, whilst fingering herself with her other hand. Gordon's undies bore a pleasant, musky, manly scent, a faint mark which she assumed was pre-cum, and a couple of wiry grey pubic hairs. Perfect. Knowing that the organist's thick cock had been snugly contained within was enough to make her climax again. She wondered if he was wanking off and sniffing her knickers."Hope he likes mine too." She wanted to see the organist again, as sex with him had been amazing, but Mia had her sights set on a bigger prize - and this one wore a clerical collar.InsomniaGordon was in bed, but having difficulty sleeping. His mind was a complete whirl. He reflected how in the past year, he'd gone from being completely sex-starved, to having more sex than he'd ever had during a whole fifteen years of marriage, and during his late teens, when he'd been a horny youth, desperate to sleep with any woman. In the Eighties, those halcyon pre-Internet days, just stumbling across a discarded porn magazine in the bushes was more valuable than gold. He remembered his time at university, when he used to spy on the nurses undressing at a nearby hospital.He chuckled as he remembered losing his virginity to his piano teacher - whilst she was giving him a tour of Blackpool Tower ballroom. He credited her with starting his interest in wanting to play organs,"Look at me now," he said out loud. "I got seduced by a woman young enough to be my daughter. Who is now the vicar's wife. I fucked a Ukrainian woman in the church. I've been fucking the vicar's wife every week in the church. I took part in a threesome with her and the vicar. I and several other men gave her a facial in the church. I got my dick sucked by an eighty-six year old pensioner too. Now I'm fucking the eighteen-year old cousin of the vicar's wife, and exchanging underwear with her."He reached for the pair of pink knickers and gave them a good sniff, stroking his cock at the same time. The crotch had dried, but earlier it had been wet and sticky with Mia's pussy juices. A heavenly scent."The world is a bloody mess right now, but I'd say my life is pretty good," he smiled. "I hope Mia wants to see me again. She's a lovely, horny little thing. I hope she comes to church this Sunday."He wanked himself off happily, before slipping into a blissful slumber. For the first time in a year, he dreamt of a woman other than Jenna.Mia's DelightMia was edging closer to an orgasm as she continued to pleasure herself. Gordon's briefs pressed against her face were having the desired effect, but oh, God, she wished she had a large dildo as well. Her sopping pussy was aching to be filled again.Hearing muffled laughter on the landing, brought her back to her senses. The sound of a bedroom door closing. More laughter.She slid off the bed and wiped her hand on her t-shirt. Tiptoeing to the door, she opened it, and listened. The inky darkness of the landing was disturbed by a light under Jenna's bedroom door.With the stealth of a cat, Mia slunk down the landing. Standing in front of the door, the sounds from within were clearer. The creak of a bedframe. The headboard bumping against the wall. The low moans of the reverend, followed by the higher pitched gasps of Jenna.She bit her lip as she listened to their carnal sounds. Squinting, she peered through the keyhole. The tiny opening barely allowed an interested voyeur to see a thing, but just briefly, she glimpsed Reverend Morris' bare backside rising and falling. Lying between her cousin's legs which, likewise entirely bare, were extended straight upwards into the air."Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna, in, the, Highest Heavens!" Reverend Morris yelled, to which Jenna responded by screaming in ecstasy.Mia clamped her hand against her mouth to stifle a laugh. At the same time, her pussy tingled like crazy. That the good vicar quoted Biblical phrases during sex, turned her on in a way she never expected."I am coming soon! Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown!"This quote from the Book of Revelation proved too much, and seconds later, Jenna climaxed, with a scream.Mia tried to remain silent as she too, came. With a wildly beating heart, she shuffled back to her bedroom."I want him. I want Reverend Morris to fuck me like that."Reverend Morris is seduced, but can he satisfy her?Lightning flashed, followed by a crash of thunder so powerful it rattled the kitchen windows. The storm began not with a sprinkle or drizzle but with a sudden downpour, as if clouds were hollow structures that could shatter like eggshells and spill their entire contents at once. So far, July was proving far less flaming than June."Blimey," Reverend Morris said, as the rain made him look up from his laptop. "Not a good start to Mia's first day in her new job, is it?""A bit of summer rain won't bother her," Jenna replied. "Her mind's probably fixated on Gordon.""Heh, give her some credit, Jen. She's shown initiative. I think she'll work hard and be a good cleaner for the church. She did an excellent job tidying up our kitchen.""That's true. She should be about finished in around twenty minutes. Ten hours a week isn't much. I wonder what her long-term plans are? I mean, she can't clean the church hall toilets for the rest of her life can she? And I must phone Aunt Kathleen, I keep putting it off. She'll go berserk when she finds out what's happened."Reverend Morris sipped his coffee. "Have faith in her, Jen. She's chosen this path for herself. And as my dad always says, never put off until tomorrow what can be done today. Right, I have to pop over to the church. I'll check in on Mia and see if she's okay with setting the alarm system. Don't know if she wants some lunch with us or if she has plans of her own?"Jenna picked up the phone. "She didn't say. Okay, I'm going to bite the bullet and phone Aunt Kathleen."In the church hall, Jenna had finished using the floor-polishing machine on the wooden floor. The two hours had flown by. As well as making the floor spotless after this morning's yoga class, she'd cleaned the toilets and emptied the bins. The work was boring, as the vicar had warned her, but an absolute doddle. For £12 an hour, she couldn't complain. It was the easiest cash she'd ever earned. It was far better than stacking shelves in Aldi and having to deal with abusive members of the public. The church toilets hadn't been the horror show she'd braced herself for - even the gents were reasonable. The good chaps of St Michaels had good manners and good aim it would seem!Outside, more thunder boomed. The sound of the rain. The rain. The cold merciless sound of the rain."Ugh," Mia muttered, looking out of the window. "I hate weather like this."It was typical British weather. The storm had washed all the color out of the day. The sky was as charry as burnt-out ruins. Wind-driven rain, grey as iron nails, hammered every surface, and road gutters overflowed with filthy water.Mia returned the machine to the store cupboard and locked it. She checked her phone. Nearly 1 o'clock.The sound of the main door opening made her jump."Oh Reverend Simon!""Hello Mia. Just checking to see how you're getting on. Have you finished?""Yes, I'm done. I was just going to set the alarm thingy." She noticed how wet his black shirt was."Great stuff, you're okay with setting it?""Oh no worries there.""Little tip if you're working in the hall by yourself, be sure to lock the main door. Anyone could walk in. We're lucky we don't get a lot of crime round here, but for your own safety, it's best to lock yourself in. There are lots of places someone could hide. Right, well I'm just heading into the church to sort a few things out ready for the curate's ordination on Sunday. Jenna's prepared some lunch if you're hungry, oh and be warned, she's phoning your mum.""What? Oh no! Why's she doing that?" Mia pouted."Look, don't panic, she's just letting her know that your safe and well and staying with us. You don't want your poor parents to be worrying themselves to death not knowing where you've gone do you?""Well no. But I don't want Mum turning up.""I don't think you need to worry. Your mum lives in Buxton doesn't she? That's a good fifty miles from here. I don't think she'll drive up here today. But at some point you'll have to speak to her."Mia looked down. "I like it here. I don't want to go back to my parents. Of course, I don't want to be a burden to you,”"You're no burden Mia, please don't think that. If you want to talk, why not join me in the church when you've finished locking up?" He left the hall and Mia took that as an open invitation."Oh I'll join you, Vicar, but I want to do more than talk!"A few minutes later, having successfully set the alarm, Mia dashed over to the church, trying to avoid getting soaked by the rain. The ancient oak door's handle turned stubbornly. She wondered why Reverend Morris hadn't bothered to lock himself in either, then she remembered something Jenna had said about the church "always having to be open for those in need."And Mia was in need all right.Reverend Morris was in the vestry, having just changed out of his damp shirt and into a dry one. He'd donned his regular cassock and surplice, as he always did when in the church, even though he was off duty. He inspected the row of church vestments on the clothes rail. Some items were missing. Some members of the choir weren't the tidiest, and often neglected to hang their surplices back up after the services.Mia walked down the aisle of St Michael's church, glancing round. The incessant pounding of rain on the roof seemed magnified here in this old, airy building. Then the organ pipes to the right of the altar caught her eye. The highly-polished silver colored pipes reflected what little light was shining through the stained glass windows."Impressive," she muttered, admiring the many pipes. "But where are its, keyboards? No wait, manuals. He called them manuals." She looked round, and noticed the organ console behind the pulpit."Ah!"Mia walked over to it. She ran her hand down the wooden stool. "So this is where Gordy-pie sits." Giving a little mischievous giggle, she looked round. There was no sign of Reverend Morris anywhere, so she slid herself onto the stool."Look at this thing. It's like, unreal. All these buttons and stuff It's like a flight deck." Her feet touched the organ's pedalboard. "How the hell does he remember all these? She looked closely at some of the stops. They all had weird-sounding names on them. Diapason, Mixture, Gemshorn."I wonder what these knobs do?" She switched on the small lamp above the manuals, in order to get a better look.Curiosity got the better of her and she fiddled with a couple of stops and pressed a few keys on the lower manual. Nothing happened, seeing as the organ was switched off."Hmm, must be like an electronic piano." She idly pressed down several more keys, pretending to play."Witness the great maestro Mia at work," she said out loud, putting on a fake Geordie accent to mimic presenters, Ant and Dec. "Here on Britain's Got Talent, Mia will now play some of her favorite songs for the audience. Starting with Titanium by David Guetta!" She flung her arms around, as though conducting an orchestra, and accidentally hit the red on/off button above the manuals."This is being live-streamed. Be sure to vote!" Mia slammed her fingers down hard on the middle manual. "I am Titanium!"The organ responded at once, with a deep, radiant sound that seemed to rattle the entire foundations of the church. It was so loud, the stool seemed to vibrate."Shit!!" Mia gasped as she got the shock of her life. Fearing she'd damaged the organ, she panicked and froze on the spot.In the vestry, Reverend Morris had finished re-arranging the vestments, when the booming note from the organ shattered his peace and quiet."What the," He almost jumped out of his skin. "Bloody hell, Gordon. You sure pick your moments to come and practice."When nothing but silence followed that ear-splitting note, he headed out of the vestry to investigate.Mia's fingers were trembling. "Fuck, what did I do?""Well, well. What do we have here?" Reverend Morris chuckled as he appeared beside the console."Eep! I didn't mean to, Simon. I was just, I,”"Ha, it's alright, don't panic!" He said."I caught something and it made that noise.""You managed to switch it on, that's all!" He indicated the red button."Oh, so it's not broken then?" Mia said, getting her breath back."No, of course not. It's seen a lot of heavy use. It can cope with a lot!""It looks so complicated. How does Gordon play it?""With ease, because he's had years of practice. Jenna's just learned to play it, and said how hard it was. No use asking me. I haven't a clue. I'm not musically talented it all. In fact I'll tell you something. I can't even read music.""Really?" Mia replied."I'm hopeless," the vicar continued. "Jenna's tried to introduce me to the piano, but I've got poor co-ordination. My fingers go all over the place. My attempts sounded like Les Dawson."Mia blinked. "Who?""Never mind. He's from before your time." He pressed down a couple of the organ's keys and made a feeble attempt at playing a few notes."Gordon says you have to use your whole body when playing a pipe organ." Mia said, giving him a dreamy grin."He's right, you do.""Do you have to use your whole body when preaching to the congregation, Simon?""Ah, well that depends," he said, switching off the organ and the lamp. "I definitely have to keep my mind focused. Especially during the sermon.""I can imagine. I bet you're amazing. I like your church robes.""Oh thanks! It's called a cassock and surplice. Um, why not come to the Sunday service if you're curious? You don't need to take communion if you're not comfortable.""I've been confirmed," Mia replied. "I'm okay with that.""It's the curate's ordination service on Sunday afternoon too. "That will be quite a spectacle. The Bishop will be performing the ceremony. We're expecting lots of people to attend. Afterwards there'll be a buffet in the hall. Nice social occasion. There'll be more people your own age there."Mia shrugged. "I'm not mad keen on people my own age," she said."I see. Well, Gordon will be there, so that's a reason to attend, surely?" Reverend Morris cleared his throat. "You like him a lot, don't you?""Oh yes. He is lovely. He's really sexy! But you know what? You're sexy too. I hope it's not a sin to compliment a vicar in church?"The flustered reverend's cheeks turned pink. "Oh not at all! Very kind of you to say, Mia."Yes, very sexy,” she purred, and without hesitating, stood up and kissed him on the lips."M-Mia, what are you doing?" Reverend Morris spluttered, backing away.She ignored his question and slipped her arms round his shoulders. "I am worshipping you, Reverend Simon. Like I said, I think you're really sexy,”"B-but, but, I am a married man!" He stammered.Mia breathed in the scent of his aftershave. "And? Jenna's a married woman, yet she seems to have slept with half of the men of this church. And you're like, okay with that?""Did Jenna tell you all this?" He gasped. This time, he made no attempt to free himself from her grasp."She didn't need to. I overheard.""You shouldn't eavesdrop, Mia.""Yes I know, but come on. Seriously? What kind of open marriage do you guys have? Is that church rules or something? How can you be cool with that?"Reverend Morris still made no attempt to move. "Well it's not like you think. I love Jenna so much. I just fell for her big time. She had quite effect on the men of this church when she first started attending, not just me. I was trapped in a sexless marriage at the time. I er, thought the first time we had sex, it was a wild one-off."This explanation failed to satisfy Mia. "And Gordon?""The thing with Gordon, well before Jenna came along, he was a very unhappy, angry man. She made him feel happier than he had been in years. And the choir were beyond grateful for his change in personality, let me tell you.""I see. So Jen just has this natural talent for seducing all these lonely men and cheering them up? A gift from God? In that case, what I'm doing isn't a sin then is it?"She kissed the vicar again, longer and harder."Mia, wait!" He protested. "I can't,”"Of course you can, Reverend Simon. "You've been so kind to me, letting me stay at the vicarage and getting me this job. It's time I repaid that kindness.""Yes, but, I thought you liked Gordon!""I do like Gordon. I just like you too. Don't you find me attractive, just like you find Jenna attractive?"He would've been lying if he'd said no, and his erection was already proof."Yes. You're beautiful," Reverend Morris said, running a finger down her cheek. "Such smooth skin,” Instinctively, he bent down and pressed his lips against hers."Heavenly,”Mia unbuttoned her top, and guided his hands to her small and beautiful tits for him to squeeze and play with."Give me a blessing, Reverend," Mia whispered.The vicar took her hand, led her into the vestry and quoted a passage from Numbers."May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord's face shine upon you and be gracious to you, may the Lord turn his face to you and bring you peace.""Amen," Mia said. After a brief silence, something seemed to snap in Reverend Morris, and he cast off his reluctance."Let me get your legs," he whispered, his voice quavering a bit with sexual tension.Stroking from the knee down, to start. Then Mia felt his holy hands open and slide up the back of her thighs, pushing her skirt up."Spread your legs a bit."His thumbs caressed her inner thigh, and came close, oh so close to her pussy. She wasn't wearing any underwear and he bent down to smell her sex. His thumbs tantalizingly close. Now his hands were on her arse. Seductive massage, strokes, and squeezes nearly sent Mia over the edge. She moaned."Oh yes," he breathed. "Praise the Lord,”Mia's hands roamed across his surplice, and her eagerness surprised him. "Hold on a sec," he said, removing the garment, and starting to unbutton his cassock. When it was open, his black trousers were revealed, along with a straining bulge. She squeezed his hard arse cheeks and pulled him against her. His cock throbbed. Mia unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. Seconds later, she pulled his boxer shorts down.He groaned when she took his hot cock into her warm hand, cupping his balls with her other. His cock was thick and of decent length, though not, she noted as big as Gordon's or Tom's. Gordon's was the biggest of the lot. Mia couldn't help be a little disappointed, though of course what one did with something was what counted, not the size.I wonder if this is why Jenna goes with all the other church guys, because Reverend Simon just isn't enough to satisfy her? She thought."Mia, I can't hold back, do you want me to bless you properly or not?""Yes Reverend Simon, I want you to purify me! I need you to fuck me!"Mia wrapped her leg around him, opening up for his cock. He rubbed the head of it on her clit. Reverend Morris was out of control now and she let him take her how he wanted. He entered her and pounded her hard on the vestry's small wooden table.Mia rode his cock and enjoyed his thrusts, but, as good as it felt, the vicar wasn't satisfying her in the way Gordon had done.How can this be? She thought, as her cousin's husband continued thrusting fast and hard into her, grunting as he did so.It must be because he's just not old enough for me, she mused. After all, he's only forty! Still, I've achieved what I wanted to do. I wanted to experience sex with a vicar, and a married one at that. And I've finally got my own back on Jenna after all these years,"Oh Mia I'm cumming!" Reverend Morris slammed into her for one last time and shot his load deep inside her."Well,” Reverend Morris said, after he'd got his breath back. "I hope you enjoyed that Mia. I certainly did, I can't believe I did that."Mia was about to say something, but at that moment, the vestry door opened and Jenna appeared.For a few moments there was nothing but stunned silence."Mia, why? Why Simon?""Now we're even, Jen," Mia said with a wink."Even?""Remember all those years ago when we were at primary school and I was in love with that older boy, Darren Grimshaw?""Er, what?""You knew how much I fancied him.""Mia, you were only ten at the time. You had a bit of an innocent crush.""Well at the time it felt like true love. And you had to muscle in and ruin it. He took you out to Burger King instead of asking me. I was so upset at the time. I vowed that one day, I'd get my own back!""Uh, yeah. I do remember you saying that, now I recall. So, this is your idea of getting your own back, is it? Seducing my husband, in his church?""Jen, you can't really complain. You've seduced half the men of this church!"Reverend Morris looked sheepishly at them both. "Look, I didn't say anything, she overheard us talking!"Jenna took a deep breath. "You're right, Mia. Guess I'm nothing but a hypocrite there. But where do we go from here?"Mia turned to Reverend Morris. "I've seen the light. And had a revelation. And the truth is, vicars just don't float my boat after all. No offence, Reverend Simon. You were really great. But, you're too young for me. Give me a gorgeous older organist any day! I've already found my perfect man and his name is Gordon!""Lucky Gordon," Jenna said at last."Jen, I want you to promise me one thing. I'll never lay a finger on your vicar again, if you'll promise not to get it on with Gordon again."Jenna's face suddenly fell. "What?"Reverend Morris nodded. "Fair's fair, Jen. And you don't need any more organ lessons - you can play the organ perfectly fine now."Jenna thought for a moment, remembering all the fun times she'd had with Gordon - they'd engaged in some fantastic sex over the past year, and at Easter, she'd got the impression his feelings were becoming stronger than just mere lust."Okay, I promise.""Make it a proper promise. We're in church, remember?""In the name of God, I promise," Jenna said."That's better.""Right, now that we've got that out of the way, how about we all go and have some lunch?" Reverend Morris said, fastening his trousers and belt. "I've worked up quite an appetite!"Jenna shook her head as she watched Mia head down the church aisle in front of them."Is she seriously going to ask Gordon to be her boyfriend? He's so much older than her.""Just like I am to you," Reverend Morris replied."Yes but it's double the age gap that we have. What if Mia wants kids ten years from now? Gordon will be in his mid-sixties! He doesn't have any kids of his own. Can you see him being a dad?""I think he'd be a great dad. You're assuming Mia will want to be a mum. Lots of women choose not to have children these days.""Guess you're right.""Isn't it great, all the people of our church and nearby churches have met someone? I've got you, Josh has hooked up with Yulia. Father Aiden has Róisín. Norman's moved in with Gladys, now there's an odd couple, but they're happy! My ex-wife Lucy married Debbie. Gordon's got your cousin, before you arrived, all these people were unhappy. I'd say your work is done, my love!"They walked down the aisle, hand in hand.Privately, however, Jenna smirked to herself."My work isn't fully done. At least I still have Bishop George, Gordon's cousin Barry, Mayor Buckingham and a few other chaps!"By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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She's had the organist. Now she wants the Vicar.A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mia weakly raised her hand and switched off the shower."That was amazing, Gordy-pie. Organists really are good with their hands!""Not so bad yourself," he panted. "Wow. I enjoyed that immensely! You're quite a lass, Mia.""I'd like to see you play the organ," she said, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel."I need to get my breath back first!" He laughed, as Mia began playfully drying him off. "God, you're an eager little beaver aren't you?""Hee hee. Yes, but what I meant was, I'd like to see you play the church organ. I've not been inside a church for years. Jenna said that St Michael's is cool.""It's a nice church." I wonder what else she's told her? Gordon thought. "Why not come along to the Sunday service? You can see me in action there, so to speak. After the service, you can have a go on the organ if you'd like. Do you play any musical instruments?""Guitar and violin, but I've not practiced for ages.""Ah, so strings are your thing? That's good. It'd be nice to have a violinist in the choir. One of the choristers plays the trumpet. Which keeps him from singing and I'm glad of it as his voice is bloody awful."Mia sniggered. "You're funny, Gordy-pie. I really like you. Are all organists as fun as you?""Nay lass. I'm one of a kind. He pulled her close and kissed her neck and lips. He was an incredible kisser, and she was curious to know more about him."Are you married?""Long divorced," came his reply. "I'm married to the pipe organ, as they say." He wondered if Jenna had mentioned anything about their various liaisons over the past year, and was about to say something, when the bathroom door suddenly opened."Jen! Ever thought of knocking before entering?" Mia gasped, covering herself with a towel."I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?" She turned to Gordon, who grinned sheepishly at her."Um, hello!""Funny place to have organ lessons, Gordon," Jenna said, as she watched him squirm."Gordy-pie was just showing me how good an organist is with his hands, weren't you?" Mia said, kissing him. "And you know what, he's amazing!""Oh I'm well aware of how good he is," Jenna replied, folding her arms.Sensing disapproval, Gordon attempted to explain. "It just happened. I didn't know your cousin was here," he prattled. "I put the plant pots in the yard, went into the kitchen and she was just there, wearing nothing but a towel!""You don't need to explain yourself, Gordy-pie. We've not done anything wrong," Mia said. "We're both single. Why are you so uptight, Jenna? Is it because we're in the vicarage? Is that like, a sin or something?"Jenna was in no position to claim the moral high ground. "No, no of course not. I was, just a bit surprised, that's all. It's fine. Just, try to be a bit more discreet, Mia. What if Simon had walked in?""Oh I'm sure the good reverend would approve," Gordon smiled, winking at her.The perceptive Mia noticed his gesture and wondered what he was hinting at."Jenna took a deep breath. "Okay, well I'm going to have a coffee. I'll leave you to get dressed. Do you want a drink, Gordon?""A tea would be lovely. I'm parched. Thanks!""I'll have tea as well, please." Mia added.Jenna left the bathroom."She's acting weird," Mia said. "There's something she's not telling me."Oh boy, wait until you find out, Gordon thought. Your mind will be blown."Maybe she's a bit envious!" Gordon said as he picked up his clothes, and wondered where his underpants had gone."Can I keep these, Gordy-pie?" Mia giggled, holding up his white briefs."Think they're too big for you!""I don't want to wear them. I want to keep them under my pillow and sniff them at night.""In that case, they're all yours! But I want your knickers in return!""Fair's fair!" She tossed him her pale pink cotton undies to him."Thanks!""I loved our shower time," Mia said, kissing him again. "And I loved your big cock. You're a sexy man, Gordy-pie.""Gordy-pie hopes Mia-pie can play with his organ again very soon!" the organist replied as they got dressed and headed downstairs.Jenna brought them both a cup of tea as they sat down in the lounge."Gordon, you're not going to put up with her calling you that cringey nickname are you?" she said, handing him the cup."I like it. It's cute," he said, as Mia rested her head on his shoulder."It's childish. If someone had called you that a year ago, you'd have bitten their head off. You used to have a terrible temper.""Ah well that was before I saw the light," he said, sipping his tea. "When you, showed me the way." He smiled at Jenna as she sat opposite them. "For that, you know I am forever grateful," he added."Did you become a born again Christian like Jenna, Gordy-pie?" Mia asked."I've always been a Christian," Gordon replied. "I just sin a lot, that's all. As we all do, right?" He raised an eyebrow at the vicar's wife. "But we keep praying for forgiveness every week, and luckily for us, God is the forgiving sort, eh?"The front door opened and Reverend Morris came in."Good lord, I need a large brandy!" He gasped, tossing the car keys on the table."What I have seen, can't be unseen, and what I've heard, can't be unheard!""Whatever's the matter Simon?" Jenna said, standing up."You were right, Jen. Gladys Wilcox and the churchwarden. They're, at it!""Told you so," Jenna said. "Actual sex? I'm not being ageist but can Gladys manage that at her age?""No. Regular vanilla sex would've been easier to deal with. Actually, I think gerbilling would be easier to deal with. But seeing Norman, naked in her backyard, wearing a pinny and being struck on his arse with a riding crop,”Jenna cleared her throat, trying to silence him, given that they had company." She treats him like a slave and he enjoys it!" The vicar continued, unaware there was an audience. "And there's more. She knows about the storeroom threesome, and you won't believe this, she proudly told me, that sometime during Lent, she performed oral sex on Gordon.""Ahem. Simon, shush, we've got," Jenna cringed. "Wait, what? She gave Gordon oral?"Mia's jaw dropped."Sucked him off whilst he was sat at the church organ! She'd wanted him to be her slave, but he declined. So she set her sights on Norman instead. Well we both know Gordon prefers a younger woman, right?" He turned round, and noticed Gordon sat on the settee, and Mia sat next to him."Oh, good afternoon Gordon!""I brought those plant pots you wanted," the organist meekly uttered.Later,Jenna and Reverend Morris sat on the settee watching an episode of Father Brown, although neither were really paying attention to it."I can't get that image out of my head. Gladys giving Gordon a blowjob and whipping Norman's bare buttocks. I know we've, engaged in some naughtiness, but I never imagined one of the oldest members of the church was into that sort of thing!""Good for her," Jenna replied. "Kinkiness aside, it's nice for her to have Norman as a lodger. I mean, she lives alone and in this day and age, older people can feel vulnerable. I know Gladys misses her hubby a lot.""Oh Bert. Yes. He was dead long before I came to St Michaels. Bishop George told me more about him. He was the organist before Gordon took over. Apparently he was quite a character.""I'm sure he was. And the current organist seems to be going the same way.""Jen, you seem a bit unhappy about Gordon having intercourse with your cousin today. Is that because you're protective of her or because of, well, I know how close you are to him?"Jenna sighed. "Oh Simon. I'm ashamed of myself. I actually felt jealous when I saw the two of them together. How selfish is that? After everything you did for me last year when it was my birthday, and you gladly accepted my dalliances with the other male members of the church. Can you forgive me? I wish to say a prayer of forgiveness."The vicar took his wife's hands in his. "Of course I can, my love. And I understand how you feel. You see, with Mia here, I think you've got something you've never had to deal with before.""What's that?""A rival!"Mia was eavesdropping from the staircase. A mischievous grin formed on her face as she listened."Holy shit, Jenna's had more men than Elton John's had wigs. She had the nerve to have a go at me for seducing Tom. And she's slept with Gordon too? No wonder she looked so tense. Ha! And sweet, Reverend Simon is okay with that? That's not what it teaches in the Bible, surely?"She slipped back to her bedroom."Let us pray together," Reverend Morris said."Father, I return to You with my sins before me. Nowadays, I lack compassion for my brother and sisters, my eyes are clouded with wrongdoings my heart is against. Opposing Your Words, I sinned and done evil in Your eyes. I drained myself off Your kindness and followed my worldly desires. Father, guide me as You are right in Your verdict and justified in Your judgment. Do not leave me astray as I pray for a blissful life with You and a life free of evil. In Your Mercy, I pray.Amen."-(Luke 15:18, Psalm 51:3-4)"I feel better," Jenna said, opening her eyes. She ran a finger down her husband's cheek. "Simon, let's go to bed. Mia's asleep. The guest bedroom is right at the other end of the landing. She won't hear us. Tonight I need my Vicar's touch,”"What a good idea! All this talk of Gladys Wilcox getting her hands on men's dicks, I'd quite like some hands on mine!"A Girl With FantasiesMia lay back on the bed in the darkness, her mind buzzing with the events of the day. Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the pair of Gordon's briefs."Enjoyed you, Gordy-pie! You were a total sweetie."She sighed, pressing the crotch of the underwear against her nose and inhaling deeply, whilst fingering herself with her other hand. Gordon's undies bore a pleasant, musky, manly scent, a faint mark which she assumed was pre-cum, and a couple of wiry grey pubic hairs. Perfect. Knowing that the organist's thick cock had been snugly contained within was enough to make her climax again. She wondered if he was wanking off and sniffing her knickers."Hope he likes mine too." She wanted to see the organist again, as sex with him had been amazing, but Mia had her sights set on a bigger prize - and this one wore a clerical collar.InsomniaGordon was in bed, but having difficulty sleeping. His mind was a complete whirl. He reflected how in the past year, he'd gone from being completely sex-starved, to having more sex than he'd ever had during a whole fifteen years of marriage, and during his late teens, when he'd been a horny youth, desperate to sleep with any woman. In the Eighties, those halcyon pre-Internet days, just stumbling across a discarded porn magazine in the bushes was more valuable than gold. He remembered his time at university, when he used to spy on the nurses undressing at a nearby hospital.He chuckled as he remembered losing his virginity to his piano teacher - whilst she was giving him a tour of Blackpool Tower ballroom. He credited her with starting his interest in wanting to play organs,"Look at me now," he said out loud. "I got seduced by a woman young enough to be my daughter. Who is now the vicar's wife. I fucked a Ukrainian woman in the church. I've been fucking the vicar's wife every week in the church. I took part in a threesome with her and the vicar. I and several other men gave her a facial in the church. I got my dick sucked by an eighty-six year old pensioner too. Now I'm fucking the eighteen-year old cousin of the vicar's wife, and exchanging underwear with her."He reached for the pair of pink knickers and gave them a good sniff, stroking his cock at the same time. The crotch had dried, but earlier it had been wet and sticky with Mia's pussy juices. A heavenly scent."The world is a bloody mess right now, but I'd say my life is pretty good," he smiled. "I hope Mia wants to see me again. She's a lovely, horny little thing. I hope she comes to church this Sunday."He wanked himself off happily, before slipping into a blissful slumber. For the first time in a year, he dreamt of a woman other than Jenna.

She's had the organist. Now she wants the Vicar.A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mia weakly raised her hand and switched off the shower."That was amazing, Gordy-pie. Organists really are good with their hands!""Not so bad yourself," he panted. "Wow. I enjoyed that immensely! You're quite a lass, Mia.""I'd like to see you play the organ," she said, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel."I need to get my breath back first!" He laughed, as Mia began playfully drying him off. "God, you're an eager little beaver aren't you?""Hee hee. Yes, but what I meant was, I'd like to see you play the church organ. I've not been inside a church for years. Jenna said that St Michael's is cool.""It's a nice church." I wonder what else she's told her? Gordon thought. "Why not come along to the Sunday service? You can see me in action there, so to speak. After the service, you can have a go on the organ if you'd like. Do you play any musical instruments?""Guitar and violin, but I've not practiced for ages.""Ah, so strings are your thing? That's good. It'd be nice to have a violinist in the choir. One of the choristers plays the trumpet. Which keeps him from singing and I'm glad of it as his voice is bloody awful."Mia sniggered. "You're funny, Gordy-pie. I really like you. Are all organists as fun as you?""Nay lass. I'm one of a kind. He pulled her close and kissed her neck and lips. He was an incredible kisser, and she was curious to know more about him."Are you married?""Long divorced," came his reply. "I'm married to the pipe organ, as they say." He wondered if Jenna had mentioned anything about their various liaisons over the past year, and was about to say something, when the bathroom door suddenly opened."Jen! Ever thought of knocking before entering?" Mia gasped, covering herself with a towel."I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?" She turned to Gordon, who grinned sheepishly at her."Um, hello!""Funny place to have organ lessons, Gordon," Jenna said, as she watched him squirm."Gordy-pie was just showing me how good an organist is with his hands, weren't you?" Mia said, kissing him. "And you know what, he's amazing!""Oh I'm well aware of how good he is," Jenna replied, folding her arms.Sensing disapproval, Gordon attempted to explain. "It just happened. I didn't know your cousin was here," he prattled. "I put the plant pots in the yard, went into the kitchen and she was just there, wearing nothing but a towel!""You don't need to explain yourself, Gordy-pie. We've not done anything wrong," Mia said. "We're both single. Why are you so uptight, Jenna? Is it because we're in the vicarage? Is that like, a sin or something?"Jenna was in no position to claim the moral high ground. "No, no of course not. I was, just a bit surprised, that's all. It's fine. Just, try to be a bit more discreet, Mia. What if Simon had walked in?""Oh I'm sure the good reverend would approve," Gordon smiled, winking at her.The perceptive Mia noticed his gesture and wondered what he was hinting at."Jenna took a deep breath. "Okay, well I'm going to have a coffee. I'll leave you to get dressed. Do you want a drink, Gordon?""A tea would be lovely. I'm parched. Thanks!""I'll have tea as well, please." Mia added.Jenna left the bathroom."She's acting weird," Mia said. "There's something she's not telling me."Oh boy, wait until you find out, Gordon thought. Your mind will be blown."Maybe she's a bit envious!" Gordon said as he picked up his clothes, and wondered where his underpants had gone."Can I keep these, Gordy-pie?" Mia giggled, holding up his white briefs."Think they're too big for you!""I don't want to wear them. I want to keep them under my pillow and sniff them at night.""In that case, they're all yours! But I want your knickers in return!""Fair's fair!" She tossed him her pale pink cotton undies to him."Thanks!""I loved our shower time," Mia said, kissing him again. "And I loved your big cock. You're a sexy man, Gordy-pie.""Gordy-pie hopes Mia-pie can play with his organ again very soon!" the organist replied as they got dressed and headed downstairs.Jenna brought them both a cup of tea as they sat down in the lounge."Gordon, you're not going to put up with her calling you that cringey nickname are you?" she said, handing him the cup."I like it. It's cute," he said, as Mia rested her head on his shoulder."It's childish. If someone had called you that a year ago, you'd have bitten their head off. You used to have a terrible temper.""Ah well that was before I saw the light," he said, sipping his tea. "When you, showed me the way." He smiled at Jenna as she sat opposite them. "For that, you know I am forever grateful," he added."Did you become a born again Christian like Jenna, Gordy-pie?" Mia asked."I've always been a Christian," Gordon replied. "I just sin a lot, that's all. As we all do, right?" He raised an eyebrow at the vicar's wife. "But we keep praying for forgiveness every week, and luckily for us, God is the forgiving sort, eh?"The front door opened and Reverend Morris came in."Good lord, I need a large brandy!" He gasped, tossing the car keys on the table."What I have seen, can't be unseen, and what I've heard, can't be unheard!""Whatever's the matter Simon?" Jenna said, standing up."You were right, Jen. Gladys Wilcox and the churchwarden. They're, at it!""Told you so," Jenna said. "Actual sex? I'm not being ageist but can Gladys manage that at her age?""No. Regular vanilla sex would've been easier to deal with. Actually, I think gerbilling would be easier to deal with. But seeing Norman, naked in her backyard, wearing a pinny and being struck on his arse with a riding crop,”Jenna cleared her throat, trying to silence him, given that they had company." She treats him like a slave and he enjoys it!" The vicar continued, unaware there was an audience. "And there's more. She knows about the storeroom threesome, and you won't believe this, she proudly told me, that sometime during Lent, she performed oral sex on Gordon.""Ahem. Simon, shush, we've got," Jenna cringed. "Wait, what? She gave Gordon oral?"Mia's jaw dropped."Sucked him off whilst he was sat at the church organ! She'd wanted him to be her slave, but he declined. So she set her sights on Norman instead. Well we both know Gordon prefers a younger woman, right?" He turned round, and noticed Gordon sat on the settee, and Mia sat next to him."Oh, good afternoon Gordon!""I brought those plant pots you wanted," the organist meekly uttered.Later,Jenna and Reverend Morris sat on the settee watching an episode of Father Brown, although neither were really paying attention to it."I can't get that image out of my head. Gladys giving Gordon a blowjob and whipping Norman's bare buttocks. I know we've, engaged in some naughtiness, but I never imagined one of the oldest members of the church was into that sort of thing!""Good for her," Jenna replied. "Kinkiness aside, it's nice for her to have Norman as a lodger. I mean, she lives alone and in this day and age, older people can feel vulnerable. I know Gladys misses her hubby a lot.""Oh Bert. Yes. He was dead long before I came to St Michaels. Bishop George told me more about him. He was the organist before Gordon took over. Apparently he was quite a character.""I'm sure he was. And the current organist seems to be going the same way.""Jen, you seem a bit unhappy about Gordon having intercourse with your cousin today. Is that because you're protective of her or because of, well, I know how close you are to him?"Jenna sighed. "Oh Simon. I'm ashamed of myself. I actually felt jealous when I saw the two of them together. How selfish is that? After everything you did for me last year when it was my birthday, and you gladly accepted my dalliances with the other male members of the church. Can you forgive me? I wish to say a prayer of forgiveness."The vicar took his wife's hands in his. "Of course I can, my love. And I understand how you feel. You see, with Mia here, I think you've got something you've never had to deal with before.""What's that?""A rival!"Mia was eavesdropping from the staircase. A mischievous grin formed on her face as she listened."Holy shit, Jenna's had more men than Elton John's had wigs. She had the nerve to have a go at me for seducing Tom. And she's slept with Gordon too? No wonder she looked so tense. Ha! And sweet, Reverend Simon is okay with that? That's not what it teaches in the Bible, surely?"She slipped back to her bedroom."Let us pray together," Reverend Morris said."Father, I return to You with my sins before me. Nowadays, I lack compassion for my brother and sisters, my eyes are clouded with wrongdoings my heart is against. Opposing Your Words, I sinned and done evil in Your eyes. I drained myself off Your kindness and followed my worldly desires. Father, guide me as You are right in Your verdict and justified in Your judgment. Do not leave me astray as I pray for a blissful life with You and a life free of evil. In Your Mercy, I pray.Amen."-(Luke 15:18, Psalm 51:3-4)"I feel better," Jenna said, opening her eyes. She ran a finger down her husband's cheek. "Simon, let's go to bed. Mia's asleep. The guest bedroom is right at the other end of the landing. She won't hear us. Tonight I need my Vicar's touch,”"What a good idea! All this talk of Gladys Wilcox getting her hands on men's dicks, I'd quite like some hands on mine!"A Girl With FantasiesMia lay back on the bed in the darkness, her mind buzzing with the events of the day. Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the pair of Gordon's briefs."Enjoyed you, Gordy-pie! You were a total sweetie."She sighed, pressing the crotch of the underwear against her nose and inhaling deeply, whilst fingering herself with her other hand. Gordon's undies bore a pleasant, musky, manly scent, a faint mark which she assumed was pre-cum, and a couple of wiry grey pubic hairs. Perfect. Knowing that the organist's thick cock had been snugly contained within was enough to make her climax again. She wondered if he was wanking off and sniffing her knickers."Hope he likes mine too." She wanted to see the organist again, as sex with him had been amazing, but Mia had her sights set on a bigger prize - and this one wore a clerical collar.InsomniaGordon was in bed, but having difficulty sleeping. His mind was a complete whirl. He reflected how in the past year, he'd gone from being completely sex-starved, to having more sex than he'd ever had during a whole fifteen years of marriage, and during his late teens, when he'd been a horny youth, desperate to sleep with any woman. In the Eighties, those halcyon pre-Internet days, just stumbling across a discarded porn magazine in the bushes was more valuable than gold. He remembered his time at university, when he used to spy on the nurses undressing at a nearby hospital.He chuckled as he remembered losing his virginity to his piano teacher - whilst she was giving him a tour of Blackpool Tower ballroom. He credited her with starting his interest in wanting to play organs,"Look at me now," he said out loud. "I got seduced by a woman young enough to be my daughter. Who is now the vicar's wife. I fucked a Ukrainian woman in the church. I've been fucking the vicar's wife every week in the church. I took part in a threesome with her and the vicar. I and several other men gave her a facial in the church. I got my dick sucked by an eighty-six year old pensioner too. Now I'm fucking the eighteen-year old cousin of the vicar's wife, and exchanging underwear with her."He reached for the pair of pink knickers and gave them a good sniff, stroking his cock at the same time. The crotch had dried, but earlier it had been wet and sticky with Mia's pussy juices. A heavenly scent."The world is a bloody mess right now, but I'd say my life is pretty good," he smiled. "I hope Mia wants to see me again. She's a lovely, horny little thing. I hope she comes to church this Sunday."He wanked himself off happily, before slipping into a blissful slumber. For the first time in a year, he dreamt of a woman other than Jenna.

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Alexa's not done with Brian By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Brian just deflowered Alexa, But he's not finished his interest in her body. She continues telling her story. “Then, all of a sudden, the feeling of fullness vanished. I opened my eyes and saw Brian kneeling before me, droplets of my juices traipsing off the end of his glistening cock. He took my leg with purpose and twisted it across my body, turning me over onto my stomach. No words were spoken, no words were needed. I instinctively rose up onto my hands and knees, and hung my head down in total lust as my sopping, exposed cunt waited for his touch to return.I didn't have to wait long, and I groaned in delight as I felt the tip of his cock slide up and down my lips, lubricating itself, and then, even though I thought I was ready, I still gasped loudly as he pushed forward and split me open with his thick length once more. This again was a totally new sensation, even more overwhelming than before, and I had little time to adjust to it before I felt the quick pace return. Faster, harder, he plunged his cock into me from behind, and all I could do was hold on for dear life as the pleasure struck through me. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I took his cock deeper than I had ever before. His thighs slapped hard against my ass, and I could feel his full, swinging balls tapping my clit with each stroke. Looking up, I opened my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror above his bureau. There I was, on my hands and knees like an animal in heat, mouth hung open in pleasure as this hot, muscular stranger fucked his cock into me from behind. I saw the sweat on his chest, his abs flaring as he threw himself into me, the desperation on his face as he raced toward his own pleasure. I took in this erotic scene, and the disparate pleasure crackling through my body all of a sudden coalesced inside my core. I called out "Oh God, oh God!" and the walls of my cunt clamped down hard around Brian's pistoning cock, and for the second time that night I had a body-shaking orgasm. The feeling of his thick cock driving into me as I spasmed was unlike anything I had ever felt, and it was too much to take. I lurched forward, disengaging from him, and trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure drowned me. Finally returning to earth, my breaths were heavy and deep, and as I turned back to look at Brian, all I could do was laugh. "Holy shit," I gasped, "holy shit." Brian laughed back, and took the moment to catch his breath himself. I took in his form as we both cooled down. Sitting back on his heels, he was red-faced, drenched in sweat, the warm light of his lamps carving his muscles out with crisp shadows. My eyes trickled down his body, and landed on his cock. His huge cock. How did I take all of that inside me? His cock was wet with my juices and our mingled sweat, and it still stood tall and proud, straining away from his body, desperate for release. He hadn't cum yet. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to MAKE him cum. Rolling again onto my back, I looked at him with lusty eyes and a wry smile, spread my legs, and begged him to come hither with the crook of my finger. He smiled back, closed the distance between us, lined up his thick cock, and slowly pushed into me again. We sighed loudly in unison. His pace was slower now, more loving. I wrapped my body around him, touching him, kissing him, egging him on. At that moment the only purpose my body served was to give this man pleasure. Reaching down under my body his hands gripped my ass, and he began to stroke harder, more erratically. "Yes, yes," I urged. His breath began to get ragged and sharp, and I felt his cock stiffen even more inside me. He was getting so close, I knew it. I realized in that moment that we hadn't used a condom, and despite the intense eroticism of the moment, I still had a little common sense left, and so as I felt him begin to shudder and shake, I gave him a command; the command I had heard given to so many other men, but never by me: "Cum on me. I want you to cum on me." And with that, Brian groaned one more time, lurched up off of me, leaving my cunt empty and wanting. I looked at this specimen of a man before me, and I took it all in as his hand sped up and down the length of his impressive cock. Kneeling before me like I was a goddess, ready to give me an offering. An offering I was desperate to receive. Brian let out a high pitched cry, and I watched the swollen head of his cock flare out. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and then in a geyser of joy and release, I felt the first spurt of his cum streak up my body, leaving a hot, white stripe from my collar bone to my jawline. I gasped. The second shot streaked up between my tits, the third splattering my stomach. I squealed in delight as Brian's orgasming cock pulsed hot cum onto my body, urging him on with cries of "that's it baby, that's it!" It was exhilarating. The heat of his cum, the vision of his shuddering, convulsing body, the sensation of accomplishment; I understood why Claire liked it. It was a total sensory overload. He groaned and shuddered, and then it was over. He fell back onto his heels, exhausted, and we both just breathed in silence. Now it was his turn to say "holy shit." We both chuckled again at our shared experience, and then his gaze dropped to my body, painted with his seed. He took a moment to admire his work; I saw his spent cock twitch faintly in salute. "Let me get you a towel," he offered, hopped off the bed, and trotted off into the darkness of the hallway. I was left with my thoughts, now once again fully grounded and left in the aftermath of what had just occurred. Suddenly my euphoria gave way to mild panic. What had I done? I had let a stranger fuck me without a condom. What if he didn't come back with a towel, but with a knife? What if; My head fell to the side, and a glimmer of a bright highlight caught my eye. Focusing my gaze, I looked at the bedside table, where beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp laid a glimmering object: a single, golden earring in the shape of a feather. Claire's earring. I smiled. "That bitch," I laughed, lovingly. Brian returned with a warm, damp towel, and as he delicately cleaned his semen from my body, my panic fell away, and I wondered when he'd be ready for round two. I made a mental note not to forget the earring on my way home the next morning.” Chapter 11: Stephanie tells Tim the story of her first time, or does she? "He what?" I exclaimed. Out here on the front steps of our house, my step sister Alexa just told me that Brian, the guy dating her mom (my step mom), had also been the one to take her virginity. I was aghast with confusion. "Who did what?" Came a voice from behind me. Turning, I saw Stephanie walking toward us while waving back toward an unknown man in a car. She smiled at him. She was in her work clothes, and the top buttons of her polo shirt were unbuttoned. That deep pang of jealousy shot dully into my stomach. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I was definitely on edge for multiple reasons now, and I did not hold back. "You know that guy Brian? The friend of your parents' that my step mom Kelly is seeing?" "Yeah, what about him?" Stephanie tossed back casually. "Alexa fucked him!" I said in a loud stage whisper. "Excuse me?" Stephanie said in surprise, stopping in her tracks. "Jesus, Tim, keep it down!" Alexa implored, looking around for anyone who might have heard. "Yeah," I continued, "not only did she fuck him, she lost her virginity to him!" "What?" Stephanie said softly, clearly confused. "Yeah! Our mom's boyfriend!" I said incredulously. "I thought,” Stephanie started, “ you said you lost your virginity to Eddie Besser after prom!" Stephanie had a puzzled look on her face. "I lied," Alexa revealed, "Eddie couldn't get it up. He's been on some meds for a while, and says while this embarrasses him, he's just glad to still be alive. I liked him, so I told him I'd tell everyone we did it." She ran a hand through her hair in stress. "I didn't want him to get made fun of, but also I didn't want it to look like I couldn't get a guy hard." "But Brian,” Stephanie continued, still trying to make the pieces make sense. "He was a fill-in bartender at a bar by the college. It was my birthday, and my roommate sort of set us up. He was a hot, older guy from out of town, I didn't know anything about him, and I sure as shit didn't think I'd ever see him again!" She didn't know anything about him. She didn't know that before dating our mom, Brian had been in at least one videotaped threeway with Stephanie's parents Sandy and Don. She didn't know that he had shot his cum all over Sandy's face while Don taped it. , but did Stephanie know? "But it was just the one time?" Stephanie inquired again, even more interested in the details than I was. "Yes!" Alexa quickly responded, before backtracking a bit. "Well, no, I fucked him again in the shower the following morning. But that was it, I swear!" I had seen what Brian had done with Sandy and Don; I knew how big his cock was; and the thought of my step sister taking that big fuckstick deep into her body under the hot water of a shower made my balls tingle. "Are you gonna tell Kelly?" I asked (probably a stupid question). "No, of course I'm not going to tell my mom that her boyfriend took her daughter's virginity!" Alexa said, a scrunched "what the fuck?" look on her face. "What are you going to do, then, try to break them up?" Stephanie offered. "Yeah, I mean they can't keep seeing each other, right?" I joined. I didn't know if I really thought that, or if I was just jealous of the attention Kelly was paying Brian, attention that a part of me felt was still reserved for my dearly departed dad. "I don't fucking know,” Alexa said, head in her hands again, "I mean, it's definitely fucked up, but at the same time, she seems really happy." She rubbed the back of her neck slowly. "I just don't know." We all sat there in momentary silence, until Alexa got up off the steps. "I need to take a walk," she said, passing between us. "You want me to come with?" Stephanie offered, but Alexa just kept walking. "No, thanks, I just need to clear my head a bit." Alexa walked on down the road, leaving Stephanie and I standing alone in front of our building in silence. She had a forlorn look on her face, and her mind was clearly racing. I began to offer the chance to talk, but she stopped me before I could get two words out and curtly said "I gotta go," and headed inside. Later that night, lying in bed, my mind was reeling from the events of the day. My friend Christine, the pastor's daughter, had ravenously sucked my cock after church, opening up an entirely new dimension of our relationship. Neither one of us knew what it meant, but I don't think I was the only one who wanted more. Then I find out my step mom's new boyfriend fucked my step sister, taking her virginity, before he met my step mom. It was a very strange, sensitive situation, but maybe Alexa was right; maybe the past was just the past and Kelly's happiness was the only important thing. Maybe it didn't matter what Brian had done with Alexa. Or with Stephanie's parents. And then there was Stephanie. There was a weird vibe tonight. Stephanie had seemed hurt by Alexa's confession of lying about losing her virginity, and then even more so when Alexa rejected her offer to talk. Did she feel like Alexa was pulling away from her? How would that affect them when they were at the same school next year? Pulling my phone out, I opened up a new text message to Tara. I desperately wanted to talk to her about all this, but I couldn't bring myself to write. I was caught in an indecisive daydream, when suddenly I was snapped out of it by the buzz of an incoming text message. It was from Stephanie. "Wow, that was pretty fucked up tonight, huh?" it read. I hesitated before answering. We hadn't talked casually in quite a while, and given our recent past I wasn't sure what the bounds of our relationship even were anymore. But still, I needed someone to talk to, and seemingly so did she. "Yeah. I don't even know where to start," I replied. "I can't believe Alexa had sex with my parents' friend,” she wrote back. Her statement was general to the whole situation, but it was clear which part of it bothered her the most. "Did finding that out make you sad?" I inquired. I was taking a risk; Stephanie and I had never talked about her and Alexa, but it seemed to me she left me that door open for a reason. There was a long pause between messages, and then three dots preceding "I'm not sad she slept with him, I guess I'm a little sad she lied to me about losing her virginity though. We always told each other everything when it came to that stuff." Three dots, then "I told her everything about when I lost mine." This message caused a stir in my balls. I thought back to our conversation the night I put my whole foot in my mouth by admitting I could hear the sounds of her orgasms through the floorboards above me. My day had left me confused, but never more sexually confident, so I decided to push it. "Yeah well, you never finished telling Me about it, you know, " A long pause. Three dots The dots disappeared momentarily, then appeared again. She was writing SOMETHiNG. "Perv" was all that came through. Damn. I blew it. Then an emoji: ":P" My cock twitched. I paused. I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to keep pushing, but there was something I needed to know first, so after a long pause, I typed "So who was that guy who dropped you off?" Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again followed by "A friend from work." "Just a friend?" I sent back, probably too quickly. "Maybe,” she replied, followed shortly by “ maybe not." There she was; Stephanie the tease. But something felt different about this. It wasn't just teasing, it was, flirty. "Why, you jealous?" popped up on my phone. The truth was, I had no right to be jealous; it's not like she and I were in some sort of exclusive relationship, or really ANY relationship for that matter. And besides, what sort of hypocrite would I be to say yes when I, myself, had had my dick in another girl's mouth just hours earlier? A teenage boy sort, that's what. The question hung unanswered, as I fretted over how to respond. She was always playing some kind of game, so I responded with the one thing she'd never expect: honesty. "Yes." I typed back. There was silence now. No bubbles, just silence. Maybe this wasn't the right move after all. Then again, maybe it was the truth she needed to hear. Three bubbles. "Go wait for me on the back porch," she replied, "I want you to show me how jealous you really are." My cock went from six to midnight almost immediately. The back porch was an enclosed porch off the back of our building that was a shared space, but had no windows facing it, and was covered in shadow from the overhanging trees. It was dark, it was quiet, it was secluded. Being as late as it was, there was sure to be no one around to bother us. "Give me five minutes" I texted back. I still had Christine's dried saliva on my cock from earlier in the day, and I needed to rinse off just to be prepared. I thought about Christine, and Rachel's reaction at church, and Stephanie's awkwardness the night before. I was feeling cocky and confident, and ready to push my luck, so I followed up my text with an addendum: "And wear something slutty." "Excuse me?" she quickly responded. I smiled, and kept pushing. "You heard me." Another long pause. Maybe I found the line and crossed it. Maybe she didn't like me displaying power, and decided it wasn't worth her time. Maybe; Three dots. "I'll see you in five minutes." My cock throbbed, and my stomach sank. I just played a pretty heavy power move, what if I wasn't ready for what came next? After a rinse, the careful walk down the back stairs to the porch felt long. The cocky confidence I displayed started to ebb away, and nerves began to set in. The porch was empty when I arrived. Moonlight made enough of my surroundings visible, so I made my way to the big bench seat along the back wall. And waited. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. This was it, I knew it. Stephanie set me up just to blue ball me when I showed some backbone. I was about to leave, fed up with another chain jerking by Stephanie, when I heard the soft squeak of the porch door as it pushed open. It was dark, and I couldn't make out who it was at first. My stomach dropped a bit as I considered the possibility that it was anyone but Stephanie, but then as the figure strode toward me, the moonlight revealed her features like a rising curtain. Ankle socks on slender feet; long, athletic legs, bare in the moonlight, stretching up until her hips disappeared under the drape of a long buttoned down shirt. A button down shirt that was not buttoned. Instead, the two halves hung loose, revealing a runway of smooth, skin running from the nape of her neck, over her collarbone, between the braless cleavage of two perfect breasts, and down her tight, flat stomach, punctuated by a pair of dark panties drawn tight over the lips of her cunt. My mouth started to water, and my erection immediately returned. Stephanie stood in front of me quietly, hair done up in a messy bun, and looked at me as I stared, dumbfounded, at the goddess before me. "Is this what you wanted?" I nodded. She closed the distance between us slowly. I felt one thigh surround me, and then the other, as she straddled me on the cushioned bench. She gently grasped on to the window sill behind my head, locking me in place. My hard cock strained up through my shorts, desperate to touch her as she hovered her cunt above it. "So you're jealous, huh?" she said, gyrating slowly above me, tantalizingly close to my cock. Any power I thought I had was for the moment gone. All I could do was nod. "Say it." She said. "Yes." I choked out. Then finally she lowered herself down, and ground her cunt against my hard cock. "Would you be jealous if I did this to another man, Timmy?" There was only the thinest of fabrics separating us now, and I could feel her heat on me. "Yessss" I groaned out in answer to her question. "Why?" She inquired, as her slow gyrations continued to put exquisite pressure against my hard cock. "Because,” I began. I could barely think, but I managed to eek out a response. “ I want, this, I want, You, all to myself." I swear this was more effective than a lie detector test, or truth serum. "I see," she said with a smirk. Then she leaned backward, sitting up straight. slowly dropping her shirt off her shoulders, she revealed her full breasts to the cool moonlight. Hard nipples accented perfect slopes that arched off the flat of her chest. I had seen them that night in the limo, but I had never touched them. My hands floated from my sides onto her muscled thighs in nervous anticipation. "Why shouldn't I do this to other men, Timmy?" She breathed, grinding into my cock again. My eyes were locked on her tits, squeezed together and pushed up as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Why don't you convince me?" I licked my lips like a hungry dog. My hands slid up her glass-smooth thighs and gripped her ass; that fantastic, athlete's ass that I had seen flaunted in front of me for years and years; pulled her tight to my body, and with with a deep growl dropped my head into her breasts, latching my lips around one of her hard, perfect nipples. I sucked hard. Stephanie gasped. My lips and tongue were a whirlwind of suction and pressure. "That's it, that's a good boy," Stephanie whispered between shortened breaths. My hands squeezed the globes of her ass tightly, and I felt her muscles flex between my fingers as she slowly humped forward and backward. She was rubbing her drenched cunt along my painfully hard cock, practically fucking me. Her gasps and squeals were coming more frequently now, clearly overwhelmed by sensation. I sucked harder, and with a groan she lurched forward, catching herself on the edge of the window behind me. My hands left Stephanie's ass, and snaked their way up over her hips, across her stomach, then up and under the two heaving breasts that now hung free in front of my face. These were breasts that had teased me. Breasts that had dared me to look as hard nipples pushed through thin sleepwear, or cleavage thrust up and out at me in swim suits and push up bras. Breasts that taunted me with what I would never have. Breasts that now sat gently in the palms of my hands. I squeezed and kneaded, and Stephanie and I both let out pleasurable moans in unison. I felt her shift and grind her cunt against my titanium-hard cock as her breathing became more ragged. Pushing her tits up toward my face, I took another nipple into my mouth, and Stephanie slapped one hand over her own as a loud cry involuntarily lept from her throat. Her hips rode me harder, triggering her pleasure center on the clothed shaft of my cock over and over again. My lips and tongue bounced back and forth from nipple to glorious nipple, sucking, licking, pulling; I could feel her starting to shake with mounting pleasure. Her breath was short and sharp, one hand gripping my shoulder, head hung with closed eyes. She was in that glorious, final straight away now, racing toward the edge, so I focused in on one nipple, giving it all I had while my other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast. Her hips thrust and shook, sliding her clit long and hard against my cock, tiny cries of "that's it, good boy.." sneaking out as she fed me her breast. It felt almost like magic, like some sort of ritual, as my lips and tongue began to summon her quaking orgasm. I suddenly felt her arm wrap around my head, pulling my tight to her bosom, her hot breath directly in my ear, and at the crest of a deep, long gasp of air, I felt her body tense, followed by that sweet, heavenly triplet of moans; short, short, long; as Stephanie spasmed in exquisite, rapturous orgasm atop me. She held me tight as the pleasure coursed through her. The only motion between us was her hips thrusting forward against my cock, slowly but deliberately, almost involuntarily, as she rode out the length of her climax. Her thrusts became slower, and then stopped. I felt her body relax, heavy breaths still hot against my ear. She released my head, and pulled away from me, popping her nipple out of my mouth. I wasn't about to let those breasts go that easily though, and while she was still coming down from the high of her orgasm, I leaned back in and covered the space between her tits with soft kisses, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts as I did so. Finally she pushed me back, and looked down at me. She was gorgeous, her supple breasts exposed to the night air, rising and falling with deep breaths, nipples swollen from my ministrations, skin flushed with the heat of orgasm. There was still lust in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she might lean in and kiss me, but the moment passed, and she slowly, but steadily, dismounted, leaving my still-hard cock pressing to the sky. We sat quietly on the bench for a moment, just breathing, a far away look in Stephanie's eye. Finally I broke the silence. "Was that convincing enough for you?" Stephanie looked me in the eye and chuckled a bit at my brashness. She let out a long sigh, and then looked down at my straining erection tenting my shorts. "That looks uncomfortable," She said. All I could do was nod. Sidling up next to me, pushing her naked tits into my arm, she reached down and began pushing down my shorts. I lifted my ass to help her, and soon my straining cock was stretching high and stiff into the moonlight. "You know," Stephanie said as she danced her fingertips up and down my naked thigh, "you're right; I never did tell you how I lost my virginity." I let out a long sigh as I felt her fingers delicately run up and down the length of my dick. "I could tell you now,” she continued, as her fingers traipsed down to my balls, then back to the head of my cock “ but I'm going to be very disappointed if you don't make it to the end of the story, " I closed my eyes and groaned as she dragged her nails up and down my length. "Do you think you can make it?" she said, a cheshire grin on her face now. This was Stephanie in full tease mode, but at that exact moment I wanted nothing in the world than for her to tease me more. "Yes," I choked out, "tell me." "Well, we were at a volleyball tournament." Immediately my mind jumped to the girls volleyball team; short shorts, long legs, competitive juices flowing, each team member a passionate young woman. "We didn't win, but it didn't matter, we were really all just looking forward to the afterparty." Their parties were legendary. The thought made my cock bounce as she trailed her nails over it. "All the teams got together and had a rager at the hotel. The coaches were all out at their own conference, discussing next year's tournament, which meant that all us girls were left to our own devices. After a hard-fought tournament like that, you can bet we all needed some, release." She said that last word with a sigh behind her breath, and her hand squeezed my swollen balls gently. "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to kill the other team on the court, only to end up licking their middle blocker's cunt later that night." My cock surged as I imagined Stephanie with her face between the legs of another hot, athletic volleyball vixen. She smiled and let out a soft giggle as it bounced. she continued, lightly painting her fingers up and down my length, "But this tournament was different, because it was the first one with our new assistant coach, Mr. Ridley."  My eyes went wide, and I snapped my head towards her. "RIDLEY?" I said in disbelief. She just smiled that sultry smile at me again, and continued to tease my cock with her fingers. "He was young, he was hot, and I had put his reputation to the test Long before that night, Timmy,"  she breathed, as she circled a finger around my tip, spreading the beginning drop of precum all over the head. I groaned. "You, you,” was all I could get out as I focused on the sensations coursing through me. Stephanie  continued encircling the head of my cock, "Oh, I had his cock in my mouth many times before that night, Timmy, we had a routine - after practice I'd stay behind and help put the equipment away, and then I'd get on my knees and suck his cock till he came in my mouth." I groaned loudly. "I didn't even want anything in return; I just wanted to feel him pump his cum into my mouth so I could swallow every drop." She giggled, watching more precum involuntarily force its way out of my tip. She could tell I was enjoying the story, as much as I didn't want to. The thought of Stephanie on her knees with Ridley's cock in her mouth was projected brightly on the lids of my closed eyes. On her knees, in her volleyball uniform, wanting nothing but to taste this older guys cum. My cock stiffened even harder as she continued teasing me. "This one time, right as he was about to cum, his cock popped out of my mouth, and he shot two ropes across my face before I could get it back in."  I groaned again loudly, trying not to picture Stephanie's beautiful face lashed with hot cum. It wasn't working. My cock surged again; it didn't go unnoticed.  "Is that what you want, Timmy? To cum on my face?" I let out a stifled "Jesus" as she continued her ministrations. "I swallowed so much of his cum, Timmy, and I loved it. It got me so wet, Which is why I knew it was time for something more when he texted me that night at the party." she said, watching as the precum flowed freely now down my length and over her fingers I glanced over at her. She was a vision of sex. Her button down shirt hung loose off her shoulder, exposing one breast whose hard nipple rubbed gently against my arm as she teased me. Her hips flared out beneath her, long legs coiled up like two erotic snakes. A shudder ran through me as I took it all in. I wanted her so badly. Her fingertips were maddening on my cock - I desperately needed more, but Stephanie refused to comply. "When I got back to my hotel room he was already waiting, his hands were on me before I could even open the door; he didn't care who saw. It was so sexy. I felt his hot breath on my ear as I fumbled with the room key. I was already soaked. We went inside, and right there in the foyer we started making out, and I took his hand and put it down my shorts; I wanted him to feel how wet I was. It was the first time he had ever touched my cunt, and it was fucking electric, Timmy, he rubbed up and down a few times, and then he curled his fingers into me, and slipped up inside me." This last statement was accompanied by her fingers curling around my balls with a gentle squeeze, as she ran a single finger up and down the underside of my cock. "I grabbed his wrist, and then right there in the doorway I started fucking his hand. His mouth was on my mouth, I could feel his hard cock pushing into my hip, and I was just gushing all over his fingers."  I was breathing heavily and loudly as she mimicked the motion of being fingered by rubbing and pressing her fingers into the space just under my balls. It was an unbelievable feeling. More precum seeped from my tip. I was completely engrossed in Stephanie's story. "But then, we heard voices, getting closer, girls' voices, and we paused, nervously. I tried to catch my breath and wait for the voices to pass, but they kept getting closer, and then they stopped. Right outside the door. Mr. Ridley and I froze as we heard the voices starting to fumble with the door handle. We had to think fast, so I reluctantly pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and pushed him backward into the bathroom just as the door to the room began to open. "We both stayed extremely quiet as the voices tumbled into the hotel room. I could tell one voice was my roommate for the weekend, but I didn't recognize the other girl's. They were giggly, they were flirty, and then everything got quiet. Ridley and I both strained our ears trying to hear what was going on, and then, faintly, we heard the wet sound of kissing, and soft moans. "The sounds got louder, and we heard heavy breathing, and then they moved off, and we heard the squeak of the bed, and the moans returned. My hand drifted down to Ridley's cock, and he was still rock hard. I shushed him with my finger, and reached in with both hands, un-did his pants, " Her hand drifted slowly back up toward my shaft. “ pulled out his thick, meaty cock, " Her palm pressed against my base “ and wrapped my hand around it." Her fingers followed her story and slowly closed around me with a firm squeeze. I took a long controlled breath in, doing everything in my power to stop from cumming. "You better not pop on me yet, Timmy, we're just getting to the good part." I breathed heavy controlled breaths, trying desperately to focus. Her hand did me no favors as she slowly began stroking me. "He was so hard," she continued, "he has the BIGGEST cock I've ever seen, big, hard, straight as an arrow, I could feel his heartbeat in my hand through it. I stroked him slow as we listened to my roommate and the mystery girl begin to fuck, mere feet away from us. Their moans were so hot, you know what that's like, don't you TImmy? He was so hard, and I was so wet and turned on, that's when I leaned into him, put my mouth right on his ear, and whispered 'I want you inside me.'" My cock pulsed hard in her hand as she continued to stroke me slowly. I saw her legs shift together a bit; I think she was as turned on as I was. Question was, was she turned on by the memory of the story? Or by the act we were currently engaged in? She continued, her stroking of my dick now settling in to a consistent pace, "I wish I could say it was sweet and gentle, but he was like a demon in heat, he pushed me back up against the sink, spun me around, and yanked my shorts and panties down almost all in one motion. It was exhilarating. My heart was pounding, I was breathing fast, and I looked at myself in the mirror as I felt his hand grip my hip; this was it, and it was all happening very fast. And then I felt it. He reached down and dragged the silky head of his cock up between my cunt lips, getting it nice and wet. I could feel it nestled between my lips, right at my opening, and then he pushed." My hand snapped out, gripping Stephanie's thigh hard at this admission. My breathing was ragged, but I kept it under the slimmest control as she continued stroking and telling her story. "He wasn't rough, but he pushed with a purpose, and I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt his entire huge cock drive into me on the first long thrust. Even though I was a virgin, I was so wet that I took the whole thing on the first try." I let out a whimper as her hand kept traveling up and down my cock, spurred on by her hot story. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. "It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I hardly had any time to get used to the feeling, as I felt Ridley's other hand grasp on to me, and he started thrusting. In and out. Right there, bent over the hotel sink, doing my best to keep quiet, I was losing my virginity. But I wasn't making love, I wasn't even having sex; this was my first time having a cock inside me, and I was being fucked. And I was loving it.” I was so conflicted. Ridley was a known hound, and just generally kind of a shit head, so my stomach was full of pangs of jealousy that he got this treatment from Stephanie, that he got to be the first cock to push inside her, but at the same time the visions of Stephanie getting fucked from behind, a big lusty smile on her face, sent my hard cock into the stratosphere. My brain was awash with gallons of conflicting chemicals, but all I knew was that I couldn't cum. Not yet. "He was fucking me, Timmy, and it was so overwhelming; it was a full body experience. I braced one arm on the mirror and tried desperately to catch my breath, but every thrust of his cock practically knocked the wind out of me as it shot pleasure through me. "We fucked intensely, but quietly, and we could still hear the moans of my roomate and her date for the night through the walls of the bathroom. The moans grew louder, and Ridley fucked me harder to match. Then the moans turned to cries; one of them was cumming. It was so hot; my cunt was gripping Ridley's cock tight while he pounded me from behind, and just beyond the wall, there was an intense orgasm taking place." Her hand started pumping at a quicker, more deliberate pace. I was struggling to maintain composure. "It was a total sensory overload. I was so close, TImmy," she whispered as she stroked me, "I could feel it building inside me; every hot, animalistic thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer." Up and down, up and down, Stephanie's hand squeezed and slid, milking me. I gripped hard on her leg. She moaned. "But then all of a sudden my cunt was empty, and I looked up at Ridley in the mirror just in time to see him grip his big swollen cock with his hand, gasp deeply, and stroke his hot cum all over my back." I groaned again as I felt my balls start to churn and coil. I couldn't take much more of this. My breath was quick and ragged, the head of my cock bulbous and straining. "I felt the first shot hit my shoulder blade through my shirt, and then the rest streaked across the cheek of my ass and down over my hips. He had pulled his cock out of my wet cunt and painted me with his, hot, semen, And that was that,"  She whispered right into my ear, her deliberate pauses between words accenting the dirtiness of the act. The strain was unbearable. I was about to pop. I was going to;then suddenly releasing my cock from her grip completely. The sensations vanished, and my cock just throbbed in the wind, desperately looking for that hand to put it over the edge and bring it relief, but there was none to be found. I almost screamed. "We both caught our breaths, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, we snuck out while my roommate was busy fucking, and that was the last time we ever hooked up." We sat there in silence for a moment as I caught my breath. "That, that was quite a story," I said, still reeling from the sensations. Stephanie just leaned her head on her hand and admired her frustrating handiwork. "It sure was," she said with a smile, "And you made it all the way to the end." Her finger traced a languid line up and down my thigh. "I think you deserve a reward." With that, Stephanie slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth, drawing my attention to her lips as she bobbed back and forth like she was sucking a dick. Withdrawing it with a wet "pop," she reached down to my straining, painful erection, and gently placed her slicked finger against the sensitive underside of my tip. That alone sent shivers up my spine, but then she began to gently rub. I closed my eyes and moaned as her single finger began gliding over my frenulum in small, consistent circles. It was an amazing feeling; it was like every nerve sensor in my body was hardwired into that spot. In no time, I started to shake, and my breath got labored and quick. My cock was primed and ready, and this overwhelming new sensation brought me right back to the edge where Stephanie left me. She was touching me in a spot no bigger than a quarter, and she was lighting my whole body on fire. My hand slapped out, grasping desperately for anything to steady me, and finding her thigh on one side, the sill of the porch on the other. "Umm, does that feel good, Timmy?" She cooed into my ear as I held my eyes shut tight. My whole body was throbbing. Round and round her finger went on that spot. "Fuck, Stephanie, fuck!" I whisper-yelled as my body was overcome with mounting pleasure. Round and round, "Fuck, fuck!" I repeated as my balls coiled up tight to my body, racing to the edge Round and round, "Stephanie, fuck, Stephanie, I'm; " was all I could get out before my words melted into a long groan. I felt Stephanie lean forward, and as her open mouth traveled down toward my vibrating cock, the explosion of orgasm washed over me, and the first geyser of cum erupted out of my head. Quickly the feeling of cool night air and her circling, torturous finger disappeared, replaced by a feeling warm, wet, and tight. I felt her hand slip down and press gently on my balls, and she held me tight to her as my cock pulsed two, three, four, torrents of semen into Stephanie's tender mouth. My whole body lurched; tense, release, tense, release; my cock pulsed and throbbed; tense, release, tense release; -my balls shuddered and contracted; tense, release, tense, release. Her lips continued to roll around the head of my cock, and then with a slight slurp, she pulled me from her mouth and sat back up and looked right at me. The moonlight shone bright white on a thin streak that ran from the corner of her closed mouth up over her high cheekbone, stopping just before her lower eyelash. Stephanie had rushed to get her lips over my cock as I had started to cum, and it seemed my first spurt hadn't quite made it into her mouth. As my body started to return to normal, something suddenly stood out in my mind. Despite Christine sucking the life out of me earlier in the day, it felt like my balls still somehow had a gallon of cum for Stephanie. This made it all the more noticeable that I never felt her swallow. At that moment, Stephanie leaned in a bit, hanging her exposed breasts so close to the skin of my arm, and carefully opened her mouth to show me the contents inside. A pool of thick, white semen, my semen; my cum; surrounded the pink of her tongue. I took the moment to take in the sight before me: My step sister's best friend, sitting with her tits lewdly on display, with my cum spattered on her cheek and collected in her mouth. My spent cock throbbed. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing I'd ever seen, let alone been a part of. Never taking my eyes off her lips, my hand floated up to her face, and with a single finger I wiped the streak of cum off her cheek and into her mouth. Her eyebrow cocked in surprise, and then her lips closed tight around my finger as she sucked it clean with a pop. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed my load, her eyes never leaving mine. She relaxed down on the cushion next to me; not cuddling me, just, next to me; and began buttoning her shirt. I could only sit in exhausted disbelief, my shorts still around my ankles. "Was that Slutty enough for you?" She casually tossed at me, echoing my cocky request from our text exchange. The emphasis on "slutty" made her point pretty clear: I had no idea who I was dealing with. One thing I did know, however, is that despite any leverage I may have thought I had on her regarding my step sister finding out about us, what she said to me in the car the previous night rang absolutely true: my cock belonged to her. Stephanie started to head back into the shadows toward the door, and as I watched her ass sashay toward the shadows, I suddenly had a thought. Something about her story didn't sit right with me. "Stephanie," I called out just before she disappeared into the black, "that story, was it true?" She paused, and I saw her mind momentarily go far away before she turned back to answer me. "Maybe,” she said with a slight, pained grin, “ maybe not." Turning away again, she drifted into the shadows. I heard the creak of the porch door, and I was then suddenly alone in the cold light of the moon.  Chapter 12: Tim learns the truth about Stephanie's first time At school that week I had a lot on my mind. Not anything scholarly, mind you, as graduation was at the end of the week, so the amount of care and attention spent on classes was minimal at best. No, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Stephanie. Specifically thoughts of her tits, her mouth, the single finger she used to make me cum, her semen-streaked face as she showed me her mouthful right before swallowing. We had come a long way from even a few weeks ago when she was just my step sister's hot best friend who would tease me from time to time. And that's not even to mention Christine. Up until yesterday she was just my friend from church; the pastor's daughter who would commiserate with me over her love life, over her struggle between her desire to stay godly and pure, and her desire to give in to the pleasures of the flesh. That is, up until yesterday, when she humped herself to orgasm against my leg before sucking my soul out through my cock. I wasn't sure where she and I stood, but I think she wanted it to happen again. And then there was Tara. I had no clue what was going on there. We had had a tense conversation where we each admitted everything that happened on prom night, yet there was still so much left unsaid; It was that chasm of things unsaid that kept us apart. She had lost her virginity to Bud Pepper, I had had my world royally rocked by Stephanie's mouth, and we were both jealous and stubborn for reasons we were too afraid to admit. She was my best friend and I hurt her. I missed her desperately. But my mind kept coming back to Stephanie. Specifically the story she told me last night as she cranked my dick toward an epic orgasm. She had told me the story of how she lost her virginity to the gym teacher, Mr. Ridley, while at a volleyball tournament, and it was epically hot, and dirty, and taboo, and, possibly a lie? It had been a tale straight out of Penthouse Forum, and while I didn't doubt that a girl as hot and lusty as Stephanie could have had such an experience, there was a certain tenor to the way she told it. A certain sadness. I had become intimately familiar with Stephanie, with her orgasm, with her arousal, and despite the fact that I had tasted her cunt, and cum in her mouth, there was still a distance between us. She was aloof. Protective. Possibly afraid to admit she liked what we were doing. Possibly afraid to admit she liked, me. She had been the one in control; my cock belonged to her, after all; but I wondered if that wasn't all just a defense mechanism. Which is why her story, at least the way she told it, had a certain falseness to it. A certain sense of fantasy. Maybe the only way she could tell me what she really wanted, what really turned her on, was to do it while she was still being dominant. Like I said, a lot on my mind. A slight distraction came in the form of being a "volunteer" to help set up for graduation on the field behind the school. I say volunteer that way because it wasn't so much a request as much as a command. It was fine, though, one of the other volunteer's was Sarah, the girl who lived next door. The girl I had a crush on for as long as I could remember. The girl I saw get properly fucked through her bedroom window. It was a testament to everything that had been going on with my life lately that even after all those things, Sarah was actually toward the bottom of my list of girls I was thinking about. Even so, she was great to hang out with, and after leaving my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room, Sarah and I paired off quickly and went to work on our tasks. It was also beneficial because Sarah had a certain intimate connection to Stephanie, and might be able to help me make sense of what was going on with her. After finishing our allotment of chairs, she and I took a break on the bleachers. We chatted about nothing, really. I wasn't sure how to steer things in the direction I wanted, but luckily I didn't have to. "So, how are things with Stephanie?" she asked, knocking back a bottle of water. I admired her pale thighs extending out from the seat of pink short shorts, as well as the swell of her large breasts that pushed up as she arched into the last drops in the bottle. "I have no idea," I said, snapping out of my gawk. It was the truth. "She keeps me at arm's length constantly, and she's clearly terrified of my step sister finding out anything happened between us, it's just really confusing." "So," she began as a slight smile crept over Sarah's face. I think she thought my love troubles were kind of cute. "Have you, I'm assuming you guys have hooked up?" Her voice had an upward lilt that told me she was sorry for prying. "Yeah," I offered back, not sure of how much information she really wanted. If it were Tara, she'd want every detail down to the last drop of semen, but this was not Tara. "We haven't slept together, but, yeah." I qualified. "More than once?" She offered back again, fairly quickly. I nodded in the affirmative. "Well all I can tell you is, Stephanie generally isn't a repeat offender, so if she's coming back for more, well then I think maybe she likes you, Tim." Normally this kind of revelation would be liberating, but honestly it wasn't that much of a relief. It made the whole thing that much more fragile. "From what I understand she got hurt pretty bad once, so she has a tendency to pull away sometimes," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I didn't realize you guys were so close," I said. Sarah didn't know it, but I knew full well how close she and Stephanie had been. Very close. Mouth-to-genitals close. "Girls tell each other things, what can I say," she nervously chuckled. "Did she ever tell you,” I began, pausing to debate finishing my question, “ how she lost her virginity?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "Well now, aren't we nosey?" she teased, but then evened out when she saw that I was serious. "Yeah, she told me, a couple times." "A couple times?" "Yeah, the story is different every time she tells it. It's kinda fun, actually. I have no idea what the true version is. Why do you ask?" "No reason," I lied, badly. My mind started to wander at this revelation. Sarah picked up on it and managed to snap me right back to attention. "I actually lost mine right over there!" She said, pointing to a section under the bleachers that was obscured by a big banner. "Oh yeah?" I said, my ears, and cock, perking up. "Yeah, with Andy Fiorentino after a football game." My mind immediately conjured up an image of Sarah, bracing against the legs of the bleachers, getting fucked from behind. I would never have guessed that this girl; top ten in the class with honors, AP classes; got down as lustily as she did. I wasn't jealous like I had been with Tara, with Sarah I was just impressed. "It was awful." The image evaporated. "Oh?" "Yeah. Andy lives right across the street over there. Turns out I wasn't the first girl he brought over to the bleachers late at night." She curled her lip into a disgusted sneer. "No big loss though, I just feel bad for all the other girls he's disappointed down there." We laughed together. I loved that Sarah was as confident in her sex life as she was in her studies. She knew what she wanted, knew what she liked. I found it very sexy. Unfortunately break time was over, and we had to wrap up our duties before heading home for the evening. Sarah and I said our goodbyes, and right as I was about to leave, I forgot I left my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room. Sarah offered to wait, but I decided I wanted to walk anyway, and she sped off. I needed the time to try and process some stuff. Ms. Dorman had a room nestled in the farthest corner of the school, one that took a while to get to no matter where you started from. The walk through the halls gave me some time to think. Everything Sarah said made perfect sense. Stephanie and I were in a real strange position: She was my step sister's best friend, a girl I knew practically all my life, and on top of that she was leaving for college in the fall. Not exactly fertile ground for a healthy relationship. Yet still she kept coming back. Maybe that's why she was acting so extreme with me, never wanting to give up any power; maybe she truly did like me, but also knew that we could never be anything more than we were. My mind whirled as I closed in on the door to Ms. Dorman's room. Suddenly the sound of a loud grunt snapped me out of my daydream; I stopped right where I was. My ears strained in the silence of the empty school. Another grunt, followed quickly by another. Female grunts. Grunts of passion. Tiptoeing to the door, looking around frantically to see if there was anyone else nearby, I pressed my ear to the door, being careful not to be seen through the door's thin window. Two sets of grunts now; male and female; accenting ragged, sparring breaths. It couldn't be, Ms. Dorman, could it? She was so cute and unassuming; the way she had to push up her thick-rimmed glasses after she giggled always made me smile. She had looked especially cute today, with a floor length dress underneath a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up. It hugged her curves just enough to remind us all she was a woman, but not so much as to be scandalous. She had nice, wide hips that flared off a modest waist, but her breasts were a bit of a mystery. My horny, teenage brain assumed they were fantastic, but her attire always made it hard to tell. But it had to be someone else in there, right? Ms. Dorman would never be so bold as to do something like that on school property. She was recently engaged, but she was such a stickler for the rules that there's no way she'd do something like fuck her fiance on school grounds. I had to know. As carefully as possible, I inched my way toward the thin window in the classroom door. I first saw the chalkboard; nothing suspicious going on there; but as I continued to bring the room into view I began to see signs of activity. Faint shadows dancing rhythmically against the wall; stray papers careening to the ground. More grunting. More breathing. As the teacher's desk came into view, I found what I was looking for: her hands gripping the sides of her desk tightly with zero concern for where her papers ended up, Ms. Dorman was bent over the short end of her desk. Her long skirt was bunched up high and tight to her waist, exposing lovely legs spread wide, and she grunted deeply between breaths as the man standing behind her, gripping her round ass, fucked her hard and deep. A man who was very much noT her fiance, and very much was Mr. Ridley. That son of a bitch. Ms. Dorman had a look I had never seen on her face before as Ridley pounded her hot and fast from behind. She was usually all smiles, big and bright, and had the kind of cheeks that would flush red at even the slightest sense of embarrassment, but right now that cute face was scrunched up into a focused grimace of sexual pleasure. This was not love making, this was fuckING. Ridley pumped away with reckless, a-rhythmic abandon, each erratic thrust shaking the desk and knocking strand after strand of Ms. Dorman's dark hair from the messy bun she had it stored in. Maybe it was my own jealousy talking, but this gasping ghoul fucking Ms. Dorman didn't seem anything like the erotic lothario described by Stephanie. Still, this vision of my favorite teacher, one I'd call my friend, in the throes of carnal congress was an erotic sight nonetheless. My cock was rigid. She hung her head over her desk in a sort of trance of pleasure, and I thought about the time she accidentally said "Magna Cum Loudly" during her lecture. How she grew red like a tomato with a mortified smile as the class laughed, and hung her head over her desk, laughing at herself. Back then she tipped her head up to the sky in embarrassment, but now she tossed her head back and groaned a strained chorus of "yes, yes," as the gym teacher penetrated her from behind. Ridley's breath suddenly started to get faster and more ragged, his thrusts harder, more erratic. He let out a long, high pitched groan, and grasped tightly to the shoulder of Ms. Dorman's shirt as he started to cum. He pulled his hand back, but grasped only shirt, and popped open the top handful of snaps, revealing to me a smooth, jiggling breast encased in a black bra. It was bigger than I thought it'd be. I couldn't take my eyes off her as Ridley shuddered and shook, emptying his balls into her. She gasped and breathed heavily along with him, but she didn't exactly seem satisfied. Didn't exactly seem happy. As Ridley peeled himself off of her, something else stood out to me as well: his cock. Wrapped in the spent condom was not the huge, straight-as-an-arrow cock that Stephanie described, but one with a distinct curve to it that actually seemed to be smaller than my own. Stephanie's picture of Mr. Ridley the lover once again seemed to be inaccurate. I now had no idea what was true about her story of lost virginity, but I knew that some parts of it had clearly been fabricated. I smiled a bit as I considered the possibility that maybe she hadn't slept with Ridley at all. Stephanie might not have fucked Ridley, but Ms. Dorman definitely had, and he gave her ass a playful swat as he began to clean up. She didn't smile. As they put themselves back together, Ridley had a very self satisfied look to him, while Ms. Dorman, she seemed to be more ambivalent. Leaning in as she finished shimmying her long skirt down her legs, Ridley gave her a kiss on the forehead (the forehead!). She smiled at him, but it wasn't that bright beacon of a smile I knew, it was a much more forced smile, and then Ridley reached down for his bag and headed toward the door. I scrambled away, hiding out of sight and watched Ridley head off down the hall with a whistle. Edging my way back toward the doorway to Ms. Dorman's classroom, I paused, not knowing what to do next. Did I wait till she left? Did I just come back to get my stuff tomorrow and sneak out quietly? It turned out I wouldn't have to make that decision. "Just come in, Tim," I heard Ms. Dorman say. Busted. I timidly moved through the doorway, stopping just inside. Ms. Dorman was sitting on the edge of her desk, the desk she had just been fucked on, arms crossed, but not in an angry way. It was casual, but she definitely had a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn't sure who it was meant for, though. "I forgot my bag,” I offered limply. She sighed, and gently rubbed her temple with her fingers. "How much did you see?" I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so all I could muster up was

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In this episode, we discuss how everyone talks a good game about generational curses but no one wants to actually start breaking them. Breaking generational curses isn't always spiritual (Reading the Bible, going to church, praying). Sometimes breaking generational curses are going to therapy, AA, rehab etc. Other times it's breaking generational behaviors like lying, quick temper, fighting, impatience, etc. You have to start with yourself first.Support the show

Sending out an invitation - or being delivered one - can bring up a lot of emotions. Excitement. Dread. The fear of rejection. What do I wear? Will anyone come? DOES ANYONE LIKE ME? On this episode, we're RSVPing to the fraught feelings and unexpected places invitations take us. Lynn Sainté wants to relive her church choir days, so she's booked a venue, hired musicians, and made some chicken wings. Now she just needs people to show up and sing. Ify Chiwetelu joins Lynn as she stresses over what could go wrong, and stands at the door waiting to see who (if anyone) will actually show up. Every year, thousands of people in Canada wait for an official invitation to apply for Permanent Residency. But when his invite didn't show up, Mikita Arlou found himself in a desperate situation. The 26-year-old was facing imprisonment, or worse, in his home country of Belarus. With his future on the line… he sprang into action. Maya Turner had a dream to play football at the university level. But first, she needed to get invited for a tryout - which is hard to do when you're a late-blooming field kicker in a male-dominated sport. Find out how Maya became the first female athlete to play - and score - in a Canadian university football game, and what she has planned next. Ben Shannon and his 9-year old daughter love to whistle together. So on a lark one day, they decided to enter a whistling competition - and ended up getting invited to an international whistling event in Los Angeles. What happened when this father-daughter duo were faced with tough-talking whistling coaches and a case of stage fright? 'They said it couldn't be done.' That was the first line in Tess Healy and Wendy Young's wedding invitation, 20 years after they helped win a landmark court case that legalized same-sex marriage in BC. As they prepare for a wedding vow renewal ceremony to mark their 20th anniversary, Tess and Wendy reveal why they're still worried about uninvited guests. And how do you make sure you're not putting a financial burden on people you invite to a potentially expensive destination celebration? That's what Robert Keller was trying to figure out when making a guest list for his surprise stag party he knows nothing about. Plus, Ify heads to her friend Lynn's pop-up choir event, to see how many people responded to Lynn's open invitation.

Welcome to the latest episode of the "Grow Your Life" podcast with your host, Jeremiah Krakowski! In this insightful episode, Jeremiah dives deep into the challenges and triumphs of growing a mentorship business online. With two decades of industry experience, he shares invaluable lessons on authenticity, handling criticism, and embracing a growth mindset. Whether you're a budding mentor, coach, or someone interested in mastering the art of online business, this episode is packed with actionable strategies to elevate your game. Plus, get an exclusive sneak peek into the Client Growth Accelerator program and learn how to boost your income with Facebook ads. Don't forget to subscribe for more expert insights!

Matthew 14:27 And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mark-jones57/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mark-jones57/support

How did Michelle's 30th birthday boxes garner popularity on TikTok? How can you create a themed event that allows your creative power to flow? We'll dive into all this and more on today's episode!   Today, Michelle is joined by her sister Sarah—a wedding planner and the owner of Sistered States. They dive into how they PR'd Michelle's 30th birthday boxes, which were carefully curated to celebrate her friends, set the tone, and take a refreshing spin on bridesmaid boxes.   If you're interested in the wedding side of things, Sarah shares her insights on the value of selecting a theme to go deep in the planning.   As the owner of Sistered States, Sarah has over 6 years of experience producing weddings and events in the Dallas area and beyond. Her previous industry experience includes working for an event venue, a wedding florist, and an invitation company, which has given Sarah an extensive understanding of how to successfully execute an event from many different disciplines. Sarah has spent years cultivating relationships with the industry's top professionals to ensure the highest quality of service on your wedding day. Sistered States produces every scale of events, ranging from large formal wedding receptions to small intimate parties.   ------------------------- In today's episode, we cover the following: Selecting a vacation home: the importance of location and aesthetics Creating an invitation box that both celebrates the receiver and sets the tone of your event Tiptoeing the line between relatable and aspirational Sarah's thoughts on the wedding industry How she'd go around creating a Barbie-themed wedding that is not kitschy Designing a wedding welcome bag Using TikTok to create organic and unique behind-the-scenes wedding content Trend alerts: handwritten stationery and maximalism Creating memorable experiences   ----------------------- RESOURCES: Episode 118: How To Pitch Episode 081: Life According To Travel Wedding Planner Sistered States   ---------------------- Guest info: To follow Sarah's destination wedding adventures, you can follow her on Instagram and TikTok @SisteredStates, or visit her website, sisteredstates.com.   ----------------------- WORK WITH MKW CREATIVE CO.   Connect on social with Michelle at: Kiss My Aesthetic Facebook Group Instagram Tik Tok   ----------------------- Did you know that the fuel of the POD and the KMA Team runs on coffee? ;) If you love the content shared in the KMA podcast, you're welcome to invite us to a cup of coffee any time - Buy Me a Coffee!   ----------------------- This episode of the Kiss My Aesthetic Podcast is brought to you by Audible. Get your first month free atwww.audible.com/kma.   This episode was edited by Berta Wired Theme music by: Eliza Rosevera and Nathan Menard

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After another extended hiatus, Todd's back with another sparkling hour of uplifting inspiration!   (8:40) How does a person enthusiastically produce a podcast when the subject matter and outcome is completely devoid of basic hope?  (9:41) "Fix" the for-profit media complex? Good luck. "It's the people." Tiptoeing into how pre-programmed deceit and self-deception are major parts of the how and why. (30:45) Deceit and Self-Deception. The opening salvo.    Like it? Share it!  https://toddzillax.substack.com https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjdLR140l--HufeRSAnj91A Now on Discord.   

The Fellas are around the table this week talking Lotto Winning dreams,  Courts movie review is back with 3 out of 4 perspectives on a little known movie.  Get caught up on what's burning in and out of the shop.   Support the show#heattreatedgarage #fellas #myfriendsarebetterthanyourfriends #ickyvicky #tetanusscout #htgadventures #socialbutterflymedia #crawleroffroad #podcast #nailedit #trailhated

“Looking for something the size of a football field 1,000m deep”. In this episode Andrew Vigar, executive chairman for Terra Uranium [ASX:T92], talks through how the company moved from concept to drilling in less than two years, what it will take to find uranium deep undercover and why ‘solution mining' will mean less capital expenditure for development, speed up the ability to mine (should they find anything), but most importantly why this mining method will protect the environment long after extraction. 3:50 – Athabasca: a high-grade uranium rich province 4:50 – Impressive pedigree right up to the board level 8:10 – Geophysics revealed extremely strong conductors 11:31 – No modern exploration for more than 30 years 15:19 – Solution mining will significantly reduce the impact mining has on the environment 17:53 – Well located, infrastructure within 100km of both projects 19:30 – Why the team is excited about helium If you want to learn more about Terra Uranium go here: https://t92.com.au/ **Please note all information in this podcast is general in nature and not to be considered financial advice.

Dom welcomes in Stephen Friend, FBI Whistleblower and author of the upcoming True Blue: My Journey from Beat Cop to Suspended FBI Whistleblower, rejoins the Dom Giordano Program to offer his expertise on the news surrounding FBI head Christopher Wray, who faces a potential contempt hearing after holding documents and information related to Joe and Hunter Biden and the bias within the FBI. First, Friend tells how his life has been since testifying in front of Congress, blowing the whistle on how certain investigations related to politics were hampered by biased leadership. Then, Friend offers his thoughts on the topic at hand, explaining what Wray can and cannot do, and tells of the accountability he feels the leader may face from Congress. Also, Friend takes us inside the organization, telling what he believes lead to a shift in bias, and takes us inside his book, offering examples of bias he witness while serving as a Special Agent within the FBI. (Photo by Getty Images)

Minute Seventy Six: From Black Widow's Trigger for the Hulk to Iron Man Arriving at the Scene of the Damaged EngineJason Dittmer, Professor of Political Geography at University College London and author of ‘Captain America and the Nationalist Superhero', joins us in this episode!In the seventy-sixth minute of The Avengers...Natasha breaks free from the pipe, which causes Hulk to turn and see her. The chase begins! We talk a bit about this pursuit, which takes place over the next few minutes. We see Loki smiling in his cell as he hears Hulk roar, which leads us to discuss the cage in the first place – why did they put Loki here instead of a different non-Hulk related cell? How do they get Hulk into it? It doesn't make a lot of sense.From there, we head to the bridge where Nick Fury works to get his crew moving the helicarrier out to sea to protect the people on land below them. That, of course, leads us to discussing the reasons a flying aircraft carrier would ever exist in the first place. We also get to meet Jesse Garcia, our Carrier Bridge Tech, who learns to navigate with the sun. The minute ends with Steve heading out to the damaged engine where he meets up with Tony, now in his Iron Man suit. It's a busy minute of action. Tune in!Join the conversation with movie lovers from around the world on The Next Reel's Discord channel!Film SundriesJason Dittmer on the web and TwitterCheck out ‘Captain America and the Nationalist Superhero' by Jason DittmerWatch this film: iTunes • Amazon • YouTube • Disney+Join the conversation on DiscordScriptTrailer #1Trailer #2Poster artworkOriginal MaterialSeason 6 Show Art by Winston Yabo. Find him on InstagramSeason 6 Music: “Message to the World” by Anthony Vega. Find him on Instagram(00:00) - Marvel Movie Minute • Season 6 • The Avengers

Listen now (2 min) | Tiptoeing around the democratic process, Indiana’s Republican legislature has become the latest of that ilk to slap its local school librarians with an idiotic book ban. Snuck into law behind closed doors, the partisan Hoosier law requires librarians to pull books that the learned lawmakers consider “harmful to minors.” Just to juice up the ignorance and arrogance of their ban, the law

Dave and Chris discuss tipping etiquette, including Chris's not-at-all-shameful “college bar tip” situation, before giving a rundown on creating the Ultimate Chef, taking multiple elements of being a chef and highlighting the best. Finally, Euno joins the pod to introduce a new game: the Best, Most Essential, Hottest, Sexiest, Crispiest, Juiciest, Must-Try Restaurant Guide, a.k.a. Restaurant Next Door. Host: Dave Chang & Chris Ying Guest: Euno Lee Producer: Victoria Valencia, Cory McConnell, Gabi Marler, Euno Lee Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

What's the best way to pick your eggs out of the carton? What if people were put in boarding groups for flights based on hobbies? Should you have fun before anything else? How do you know when you caught a fish?

*Buy tickets to Barry's upcoming play Breeding here: https://kingsheadtheatre.com/whats-on/breeding* Shhhh! Silence please in the library, lest we set the demon librarian on you! Tiptoeing around the shelves with us is children's author Ben Davis who takes us spelunking under Paris. Meanwhile Ben finds a library with no books in it and Barry takes a deep dive into the mucky literary waters of Philip Larkin's life. Follow us on Twitter: @worstfoot @bazmcstay @benvandervelde @bendavis_86 Follow us on Instagram: @worstfoot  Join us on our Discord server! https://discord.gg/9buWKthgfx Visit www.worstfootforwardpodcast.com for all previous episodes and you can donate to us on Patreon if you'd like to support the show during this whole pandemic thing, and especially as we work on our first book and plan some live shows! https://www.patreon.com/WorstFootForward Worst Foot Forward is part of Podnose: www.podnose.com

Tiptoeing through the razor wire of the war of the roses and ending up on top when so many failed and died. How?!

To be honest, I hope that you're not tiptoeing around people OR walking all over them. But unfortunately, many of us have an unhealthy dynamic with at least some of the people in our lives. This episode is about relationships and how people feel around you (and vice versa!) We need to take a look at our relationships and how healthy they are. How emotionally safe do we feel with others? And how did they feel with us? Who is high maintenance and who is low maintenance? Are you in a relationship with someone who makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells? Or feels entitled and constantly makes everything about themselves? Or someone who never speaks up and asks for what they need? Do you find yourselves walking on people or taking them for granted? Ignoring them? Beth shares some advice for how to approach these issues, including journaling, assertiveness training, learning about emotional safety and emotional abuse, researching personality disorders such as narcissism or borderline, realizing that you can't take responsibility for others emotions, etc. She also shares different strategies to use when you're in a toxic relationship.  Stop Walking on Eggshells Human Magnet Syndrome Stop Caretaking the Narcissist Disarming the Narcissist Listen to this episode and more: neverperfect.org Follow us on instagram @neverperfectpodcast Please rate and review this podcast. Send us an email with any feedback or requests: neverperfectbeth@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Chapter 3: Nikki continues to be driven around the country by her sentient food truck, newly dubbed “Bartleby” for his “I would prefer not to” energy. She encounters a mysteriously tragical creature out in the woods,  whose buckets of tears prove useful in cleaning up all remaining raccoon poop. Meanwhile, Annie learns that her haunted house was once owned by a sea captain who disappeared without a trace. Tiptoeing around malevolent clams and escalating haunting antics, Annie resolves to perform a circling seance so that she and her ghost can work on their communication.CreditsAnnie: Annie WyldeNikki: Nikki Van De Car*Special guest appearance by Neil Dunton as SquonkSpokelore is written, edited, and produced by Annie Wylde and Nikki Van De CarCredit song: Cryptid (Mothman) by Ratwyfe (Spotify / Bandcamp)Support the showFurther Spokelore misadventures can be found on Instagram and Patreon.

Late in May of this year, three-ish months ago, I did an inbetweenisode that explores the “why with the no collaboration” amongst healthcare stakeholders and what the lack of collaboration signifies. That episode got a lot of traction and engagement.   This episode that follows is a pretty good approximation of a presentation that I made at the MTVA (Moving to Value Alliance) symposium that happened in Connecticut this past June. If you listened to the earlier show about collaboration, this one is slightly different, shorter, and more to the point. So, let's start here: When you listen to any patient with a chronic condition talk about their challenges with the healthcare industry—and yes, if a patient has a chronic condition, more often than not, that is what they will talk about, their challenges … I went on Twitter just now, and it took me literally 13 minutes to collect what I'm going to say are 300+ Tweets written by patients and their caregivers complaining about their chronic care journey. That's the sad part. I don't mean to kick this off talking about problems; however, if you're gonna solve for something, it is important to understand what problem you are solving for. You do not want to be a solution looking around for a problem. So, let's fix this, this rampant problem problem that chronic care patients seem to have. Many of the patient challenges in the 300 Tweets that I just collected can be grouped into two major categories. And these two major challenge groups can really only be solved for with collaboration amongst healthcare stakeholders. So, let's dig in here. The first major patient challenge is what I'm gonna call the care gap problem. I was talking to someone at a provider organization the other day, and she had 8000 known care gaps with patients and [insert overwhelm here]. And these were just the care gaps that showed up on somebody's radar because they added up to a quality metric, which is sometimes the definition people use for what is a care gap. But if we think about all the other holes in patient care, the typical care gaps that are identified probably come not even close to the total number of actual care gaps: patients who can't see their specialist because they can't get ahold of their records from the local health system or no coordination of care. Coordination is probably another synonym for collaboration. This is a huge deal. People literally die because their clinician cannot get their biopsy results or whatever from somebody else. That's a care gap as deep as a grave. Or patients who keep showing up in the ER because they aren't getting the help or the meds or the accurate diagnoses or the treatment plan that they need to stay out of the ER ... My grandfather had heart failure. At the end of his life, he was probably in the ER once a month. It was sad and painful and expensive and totally unnecessary. But his PCP didn't seem to be collaborating with the specialists, and the ER I don't think was telling anybody what was going on. Right? Or patients who can't get a drug they need approved by their insurance, so they wind up in crisis. Crappy prior auth processes create care gaps. All of these things are gaps in care. Carly Eckert, MD (EP361), was on the podcast; and she made a crucial point for me. In fact, I tried to get her to come on the podcast originally to talk about care gaps and closing care gaps; but she categorically refused. Chronic care management, she said, should not be a game of whack-a-mole. It may be better than nothing, a game of whack-a-mole; but it is certainly not ideal.   Chronic care management by care gap is like cooking with a fire extinguisher. If we want to eliminate care gaps for reals, let's just not have care gaps. So, how do you go about not having care gaps, then? The goal should be to craft a non-fragmented patient journey. Let's figure out what a great care journey looks like ahead of time and then try to keep the patient on it. That is the best way to eliminate care gaps: proactively. You don't have them. Immediately, because I am a person of action, I went into my filing cabinet; and I actually found an example of a patient journey map amongst my papers that I had worked on years ago. You have probably seen one of these and may have some of your own patient journey maps tucked away in a binder in your office somewhere. Most people have them. There are a few things that they all have in common, irrespective of the disease state or the organization or anything. The things that they have in common are they are complicated flowcharts with a lot going on. Besides just being complicated, the other thing that patient journey maps all have in common is that there are multiple parties mentioned with roles in that patient journey. You're gonna have a PCP, a specialist or two, a hospital, a payer, a pharma company more than likely, a PBM maybe, maybe a community organization … Here's a quote that kinda sums that up from Dr. William Bestermann: “Improving chronic disease management is an enormous problem that requires multiple stakeholders coming together to combine new science, new systems, and new payment models in a comprehensive solution. No one person or organization can make progress that matters. The problem is too big.”   Is this obvious? I think it's pretty obvious. But yet, collaboration in general at the organizational level is less than common. With uncommon exceptions, you not only don't have multiple providers working together but—heaven forbid!—you have payers and providers or other entities working together. But just taking this back to the thrust of this conversation, the first major patient challenge can only be solved for with collaboration to create a non-fragmented patient journey, which reduces care gaps by avoiding care gaps in the first place. So, collaboration is a rate critical for a non-fragmented patient journey to eliminate care gaps that patients have big issues with. So now, let's move on now to the second big problem category that chronic care patients were Tweeting about in those Tweets that I collected: They can't afford their care. This crisis of affordability is a huge patient challenge that, it's not the only thing, but we can't solve for it without being collaborative, without having collaborative relationships along the patient journey. I don't really want to get into how much healthcare prices have skyrocketed, but healthcare prices have been inflating at 4x the cost of everything else. This causes mental health issues; it causes stress. There's a show with Wayne Jenkins from Centivo where we dig into this deeply. Listen to EP358.   It is inarguable at this point that financial toxicity is clinical toxicity. I have a folder on my computer where I chuck references for this statement, and at this point, I probably have 400 studies and articles that all say the same thing in different ways with different patient populations. Most of these patients are insured. By the way, just because you have insurance doesn't mean that you can afford to use it. And patients who cannot afford their care have worse clinical outcomes. Period. End of sentence. Minor sidebar because I was really like head exploding emoji this morning: I saw somebody in a forum today lashing out at patients suffering with crippling medical debt saying that these people really should take some personal responsibility for the financial choices that they have made. WTH? The entity not taking responsibility for people losing their life savings and their homes simply because they had the fortune of getting sick or injured, the entity that should be taking some responsibility here is a broken, profit-driven healthcare industry. Let me just add some fidelity to what I mean when I say “the healthcare industry,” which really should take some responsibility here for the financial toxicity that they themselves are creating. Consider that a lot of medical debt is of a balance bill nature and the people being pursued generally signed a contract which they did not understand the consequences of, because most of them had “insurance” and they certainly weren't given a quote up-front so that they could make a rational economic choice. So, let's add some fidelity: How do we make healthcare more affordable? Or how do we make the charges not a complete surprise at a minimum? How do we do that? Lots of ways, big and small, are required; but let's talk about one of them: Navigate patients to high-quality providers charging a fair price. Navigate patients to providers who do not do low-value things and who have practice patterns that are aligned with evidence-based medicine (ie, get employers and providers to direct contract, especially in non-FFS ways, especially as it relates to primary care where there are measurable outcomes or quality). ACOs or CINs (clinically integrated networks) who know how to refer to high-value specialists or hospitals is another example of a collaboration that can help with affordability. Some health plans and TPAs (third-party administrators) are starting to get really data-driven about how they go about this. Point being, to coordinate care to or amongst high-value providers, multiple parties have to be involved (ie, collaboration). So, in sum, we talked about two common and major patient problems, which are probably not a surprise to anyone listening. The two are a lack of coordinated care (patients falling into gigantic care gaps) and then also a lack of affordability. We know how to solve for both of these issues. Defragment care and steer patients to high-quality provider organizations/hospitals/CoEs with competitive prices. Collaborate in these two ways. So, why are so few doing it, then? You can always count on me to say the quiet part out loud, so here we go: The business model of most, many, lots of healthcare organizations, both for-profit and tax-exempt, is revenue maximization. As Kevin Schulman, MD, said on the podcast (EP366), it's not A or B; we have a dysfunctional healthcare benefits system in this country.   But nonetheless, if we want to identify a root cause for why with the no interoperability, why with the info blocking to prevent network leakage, why with the no collaboration … it's not a technical problem at its core. It's not a HIPAA concern, really, at its core. It's a business case problem. And I don't say this as any sort of castigation. I say this because it's actionable information. Tiptoeing around a thing that we all know just clutters our ability to come up with a solution that is actually going to work. Really understanding a pretty big root cause behind why needed collaborations don't happen is necessary. This level of introspection is required for those who are mission driven to find others who are similarly mission driven to get a collaboration over the line. But the good news is success stories abound. It's my belief the healthcare industry won't be transformed in one giant turn of some flywheel. It's gonna be transformed one local market at a time. And there's a lot of great stuff happening in local markets. Listen to the show with Dave Chase (EP374) for a bunch of examples. There's a show with Cora Opsahl (EP372) that has some great examples of this. There's the one with Doug Hetherington (EP367). We also have a show coming up in October with Nick Stefanizzi from Northwell Direct.   All of these great examples are stakeholders harnessing the power of collaboration to defragment patient journeys and get patients into high-value care settings so that the overall cost of care is in range for employers, taxpayers, patients, and American families. I'm so excited, honestly, about that because the healthcare industry is a legacy that we will leave behind to children and grandchildren. I have a vision in my head about what I want the healthcare industry to look like in 25 years. Maybe you do, too. Listen to the show with David Muhlestein, PhD, JD (EP364), for more on that. But the point is, if this vision is going to come true, we need to—like, right now—start building the roadmap to get to that goal. And a lot of this involves facilitating collaboration. Actually collaborating, for reals. There's real momentum behind that in organizations such as the Moving to Value Alliance in Connecticut, where I originally gave a version of this same talk. Thanks, by the way, to Steve Schutzer, MD, for moderating the collaboration panel that I was a part of at aforementioned MTVA symposium. Not only is he a great moderator, but he also has done a great service for patients through his ability to get a whole bunch of surgeons—who are pretty competitive as a general rule—to collaborate and form a Center of Excellence. For more information, go to aventriahealth.com.   Each week on Relentless Health Value, Stacey uses her voice and thought leadership to provide insights for healthcare industry decision makers trying to do the right thing. Each show features expert guests who break down the twists and tricks in the medical field to help improve outcomes and lower costs across the care continuum. Relentless Health Value is a top 100 podcast on iTunes in the medicine category and reaches tens of thousands of engaged listeners across the healthcare industry. In addition to hosting Relentless Health Value, Stacey is co-president of QC-Health, a benefit corporation finding cost-effective ways to improve the health of Americans. She is also co-president of Aventria Health Group, a consultancy working with clients who endeavor to form collaborations with payers, providers, Pharma, employer organizations, or patient advocacy groups. 01:41 What are the two major patient challenges in chronic patient care that can only be solved by collaboration? 01:56 What is the “care gap” problem? 03:19 “Crappy prior auth processes create care gaps.” 03:25 EP361 with Carly Eckert, MD.  04:00 How do you eliminate care gaps proactively? 06:46 EP358 with Wayne Jenkins.  08:21 What is one way to make healthcare more affordable? 09:49 Why aren't more healthcare entities collaborating? 10:04 EP366 with Kevin Schulman, MD.  11:13 EP374 with Dave Chase. 11:18 EP372 with Cora Opsahl.  11:22 EP367 with Doug Hetherington.  11:25 Upcoming episode with Nick Stefanizzi. 12:00 EP364 with David Muhlestein, PhD, JD.   For more information, go to aventriahealth.com.   Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast What are the two major patient challenges in chronic patient care that can only be solved by collaboration? Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast What is the “care gap” problem? Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast “Crappy prior auth processes create care gaps.” Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast How do you eliminate care gaps proactively? Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast What is one way to make healthcare more affordable? Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast Why aren't more healthcare entities collaborating? Our host, Stacey Richter, discusses #collaboration on our #healthcarepodcast. #healthcare #podcast   Recent past interviews: Click a guest's name for their latest RHV episode! Rebecca Etz (Encore! EP295), Olivia Webb (Encore! EP337), Mike Baldzicki, Lisa Bari, Betsy Seals (EP375), Dave Chase, Cora Opsahl (EP373), Cora Opsahl (EP372), Dr Mark Fendrick (Encore! EP308), Erik Davis and Autumn Yongchu (EP371), Erik Davis and Autumn Yongchu (EP370), Keith Hartman, Dr Aaron Mitchell (Encore! EP282), Stacey Richter (INBW34), Ashleigh Gunter, Doug Hetherington, Dr Kevin Schulman, Scott Haas, David Muhlestein, David Scheinker, Ali Ucar, Dr Carly Eckert, Jeb Dunkelberger (EP360), Dan O'Neill, Dr Wayne Jenkins, Liliana Petrova, Ge Bai, Nikhil Krishnan    

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Guido da Montefeltro is trapped in a tongue of fire in the eighth of the malebolge (evil pouches) that make up the eighth circle of hell, the landscape of fraud. But rather than bemoan his fate, he wants to know the fate of his beloved Romagna, where he was a mercenary for years. Join me, Mark Scarbrough, as we look over this elliptical and opaque passage, which is the pilgrim's response to Guido's question of whether his home is at war or peace these days. Here are the segments of this episode of WALKING WITH DANTE: [02:57] My English translation of the passage: Inferno, Canto XXVII, lines 31 - 57. If you''d like to read along or drop a comment, please do so on my website, markscarbrough.com. [05:16] The pilgrim's eager desire is still intact toward the figures in the eighth evil pouch of fraud. [06:32] Two nice details in the opening tercet (or three-line stanza). [09:08] The big word for this passage: "tyrants." [11:03] Rationales for the opaque and elliptical complications in Dante the pilgrim's response. [14:34] The fate of seven cities in Romagna. The peace in 1) Ravenna and 2) Cervia, thanks to the Polenta family. [17:06] The bloodbath at 3) Forlí (and the victory for Guido da Montefeltro) in the late 1200s. [18:48] The defeat of the Ghibellines in 4) Rimini in the late 1200s. [21:58] The fates of 5) Faenza and 6) Imola in 1300. [24:23] The uneasy freedom in 7) Cesena in 1300. [25:46] Something intriguing: Dante is careful to give this history lesson as of 1300, the date of the action (but not the writing) of the poem. [28:08] After all this bloody political history, Dante appeals to Guido's personal vanity. [30:11] Reading the passage once again, all the way back to the start of Canto XXVII.

THANK GOD IT'S TUESDAY! The Buttonista is hopping on the mic from Adirondack Winery's brand spankin' new tasting room in Queensbury, NY steadily sipping 2 oz pours of Dry Rosé. Things getting a little stereotypical, hypocritical here but The Buttonista is nothing if not honest! Grab your headphones, turn on your Bluetooth and get caught up on the latest episode and kill some time on your way to Chasing Friday.Reacting to an (over)hyped introduction from Jack (0:26)Nobody Asked Me, But... (1:03)Live from Adirondack Winery (3:03)Making an entrance at the ADK Wine & Food Festival (5:27)Weekly content recap: Not Your Average Influencer (10:07)Becoming a Meme Queen (13:23)Rhea review (20:20)Unplugging for John Mulaney at SPAC (21:55)The Buttonista is a Ring Chaser (27:25)Microchip ready (34:20)The 10K Club (36:26)Tiptoeing into TikTok (38:43)Fashion lessons brought to you by The Bunker in Clifton Park (41:22)Beware of black shoes (43:07)RIP to the No Free Toes Movement (47:43)Get your tickets to the ADK Wine & Food Festival at adkwinefest.comVisit The Bunker this summer in Clifton Park for live music, drinks and entertainment

Welcome to another episode of The Impostor Syndrome Files! Join Kim Meninger and Nichole Harrop as they chat about building confidence in the workplace. Nichole shares her story of how she stayed on track and continued to pursue her goal of advancing to leadership, even after a series of rejections. She also offers practical tips and strategies on networking, communication and career advancement. Tiptoeing into self-advocacyNichole discusses how to confidently share feedback with colleagues to ensure that you are treated with respect. While often intimidating, small steps can increase confidence and ease anxiety. Resilience Nichole shares how she has always followed her instincts when roadblocks get in her way. She tries to see whether these roadblocks are a sign to redirect herself to a different goal. These moments of self-reflection have allowed her to stay in sync with what she's trying to achieve. More importantly, Nichole shares how she also gives herself space to be vulnerable and acknowledge negative emotions, which allows her to course correct and re-align with her goal.About Nichole Harrop: Nichole is a Women's Leadership + Career Coach, helping women get promoted at work. She has led teams in the corporate world for over 10 years. The world needs more female leaders, and she is here to create them. Nichole helps women to create a foundation of leadership in the workplace using her 5 core areas of coaching including confidence, self-awareness, communication, growth mindset, and networking to help them on their way to getting promoted. Tune into her podcast, Next Level Leaders.Outline of the Episode: [01:29] Nichole's background and advocacy[05:39] How resilience looked like for Nichole [11:48] Confidence explained by experience[19:11] Advice on building confidence  [20:44] Confidence helps build how you want to be treated[36:18] Navigating a virtual environment[43:21] Incorporating the habit into your daily life [47:27] Asking for help is okayAnd many more! ~More from Nichole Harrop on…LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/nichole-harrop/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nichole.harropWebsite: https://www.nicholeharrop.com~Connect with Kim and The Impostor Syndrome Files:Join the Boost Your Confidence BootcampJoin the free Impostor Syndrome ChallengeLearn more about the Leading Women discussion groupWebsites:https://yourcareersuccess.comhttps://impostorsyndromefiles.com Join the Slack channel to learn from, connect with and support other womenJoin the Facebook groupSchedule time to speak with Kim Meninger directly about your questions/challengesConnect on LinkedIn

This week, we're talking about delight: what it is, why it matters, and why it's totally necessary even in these "difficult and unprecedented times" we're living in! I'm also sharing ten things that have been bringing me maximum delight recently. Listen in to hear about the must-watch tv show I'm savoring, how my bedtime is bringing me joy, and the virtual classes I'm taking. For detailed show notes, visit www.tiffanyhan.com/blog/episode358. Resources:  Ted Lasso on Apple TV+ (definitely worth the free trial!) The Light Seer's Tarot Deck & Guidebook by Chris-Anne Kombucha Brewing Kit Kombucha Making Guide from Tracy @ Shutterbean Ep. 354: Tiptoeing into Radical Self-Belief Virtual Pastry Classes with Molly Wilkinson Pre-order Molly's book, French Pastry Made Simple Timestamps: [02:04] Watching Ted Lasso [04:58] Using the Light Seer's tarot deck by Chris-Anne [10:23] Taking near-daily walks [18:11] Thinking about all the colors! [19:54] Giving myself an early bedtime [23:56] Brewing kombucha at home [25:20] Reading fiction for fun [26:46] Searching for moments of delight [29:07] Practicing radical self-belief [31:30] Baking puff pastry with Molly Wilk

Back in December, I asked my Instagram followers to tell me what they wanted to shift in their life in three words or less. One of the answers that really stuck out was this: radical self-belief. Learning how to trust in ourselves and operate in this world from a place of love isn't a one and done action, but it is so, so, worth it. Listen in to find out how I'm defining radical self-belief and why choosing it day after day can change your life and the world for the better. For detailed show notes, visit www.tiffanyhan.com/blog/episode354 Resources Register for my How to Be Workshop happening on Feb. 9, 2021 at 10 AM PST Join the waitlist for the Inner Circle Ep. 146: Ashley Nickels on Reinvention Book Rec: bell hooks' All About Love Timestamps [10:41] Instagram Poll—What to Shift in 2021 [15:46] What Radical Self-Belief Means [18:44] What Radical Self-Belief Encompasses [21:37] How to Approach Radical Self-Belief [31:21] Radical Self-Belief Can Feel a Little Wobbly [38:40] Why I'm Inviting You to Cultivate Radical Self-Belief