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A good teacher makes a bad decision to help a student pass. by kotochaos. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Chapter One: First Time Morgan Klein stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when Chris dropped his pants. To say she was impressed would be an understatement. A smile crawled slowly onto her face as she took in his limp manhood-boyhood, really-and found him larger than her husband at her husband's proudest moment. More impressive was the fact that Chris wasn't even hard yet, though he swelled rapidly under her gaze, growing to an even more impressive size when finished. She could hardly believe it when she took him in hand and found that her fingers could not meet around him.This was Morgan's third year teaching. She was a secondary English teacher and had, the year before, tutored Chris after school. Chris was a tall, brooding sort. He came from a broken home with a single mom in their struggling rural community. His mother did what she could, but she was uneducated herself and, between three jobs, hardly had time to help Chris at all. When he had moved on from eleventh grade, his mother had personally told Morgan's principal that Morgan was her savior. Since then, Morgan has taken a vested interest in Chris' development. Moving into twelfth grade when he should have been ready for graduation, Chris began struggling again. Morgan had been patient at first, but she saw her success quickly withering into failure. Desperate to make a turnaround, she had agreed to a deal which she never thought she would have agreed to before. In her desperation, she had agreed to give Chris an orgasm for a good grade, and Chris eagerly accepted. That was how he ended up fully erect in her face, his massive dick throbbing and leaking in her hand. Chris' penis was nothing like any she had ever seen before. It was something out of a practical joke or a legend. Not only was he thick, but he was monstrously long, too, and his crown was shiny red and dribbling precum as he pulsed and throbbed in her palm. Clearly aroused, she was surprised that he hadn't exploded all over her already. Despite her better judgement, she was flattered at his arousal. Chris stammered as Morgan stared down his shaft. She looked him in the eyes, and he looked away, blushing. “Y-you, Mrs. Klein, you don't have to.” Morgan smiled. Staring down this length, she wondered how he could be brave enough to suggest it but frightened when it happened. His bravado drained the moment he gave her the paper, but she was glad to see that he hadn't deflated at all once after his pants were opened. A lesser man might grow limp with anxiety, but Chris' nerves only seemed to make him harder. “No, Chris, a promise is a promise,” she said, stroking him slowly. She met his gaze again, and her smile broadened as she saw his cheeks growing red. “You got the grade, so you'll get your reward for it. I just wasn't expecting, um, it to be such a LARGE task.” She moved her hand to his root and held him at the base so that she could appreciate his full length. Morgan was a small woman, with small hands, and Chris looked only more impressive by comparison. Despite his length and girth, his pubic hair was sparse and thin, possibly due to his age, she didn't know. She felt silly to be in this situation at all, let alone contemplating the logistics of hair growth in teens. In her second year of teaching, she had been instructed to pick a student and make them her cause. Now, holding Chris hard in her hands, she feels even better about her choice. She held him in both hands and stroked him idly, gathering his precum and smearing it along his shaft. Not a virgin, Morgan has always been pretty and enjoyed male attention. She had never been with someone like Chris, though. Despite his youth, Chris was tall and fit. He still held the A in his hand, clutched tightly and slightly crumpled as she stroked him. He was embarrassed, but he was also throbbing and, measuring at least twelve inches in length and twice her husband' girth, he was more man than anyone she had ever met. Thumbing his crown, Morgan chuckled. Chris moaned in her grasp and, smiling at him, she said, “Someone's excited.” She didn't know who she was talking about, though. Her nipples were erect and chaffing her bra, while her pussy was wetting her panties in her arousal. Chris met her gaze and watched breathlessly as she stroked him with her tiny hands. “Sorry,” he choked, and Morgan laughed again. “Don't be sorry,” she said, and she licked her lips staring down his length. “This is all actually very flattering.” Leaning forward in her chair, she breathed along his cockhead and laughed as he throbbed again. He was steel hard, and she was sure he wouldn't last much longer. A hand job would likely be enough but, stroking him, she knew he wanted more. “Now then, I seem to remember that you had asked for a blowjob in exchange for an A.” Chris nodded, his eyes widening as her wet lips approached his manhood. Morgan licked her lips again and stroked him, gathering precum to his cockhead. Glancing down at him, she chewed her bottom lip. She had never been with a man as large as Chris before, and she was curious to see how well he would fit in her mouth. Though a tiny woman, she was excited to try, and thinking about the size difference between Chris and her husband only made her more excited. “Well, lucky you got an A, then.” Parting her lips, Morgan sucked Chris inside. Her jaw ached to accommodate him as she struggled around his girth. Lips tight, though, she took him to the edge of her throat and gagged briefly before meeting his gaze. Chris watched her in awed silence, his dick painfully hard and his balls tight. He had suggested a blowjob as a joke, and he had felt both guilty and afraid as soon as he said it. When she agreed, he had assumed that was a joke, too, all the way up until she had him in her mouth. Morgan, too, is awed in her own way. Despite being a boy by her estimation, Chris was hung like a man. Fully erect and swelling fatter, he was not only larger than her husband, but he had a more pronounced flavor as well. His precum was thicker than her husband's semen, and the taste of it was robust as it spread across her mouth. Closing her eyes, she focused on the way Chris filled her mouth, and as she bobbed her head on him, she grew drunk on his taste. She mewled, sucking him deep and stroking him with both her hands and her lips. With his flavor in her throat and on her tongue, she became tuned into Chris. His presence surrounded her and filled her. She could smell him suddenly, her nostrils burning with his boyish musk. His youth did nothing to counteract her arousal. In fact, that knowledge that he was still so young only served to arouse her further. She whimpered around him and, hearing this, Chris stiffened in response. Finally, his youth betrayed him. Body tight, muscles flexing, Chris quickened and came hard. Morgan had only just started when his thick semen filled her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned. She swallowed on instinct to keep from choking, but his sperm stuck to her throat. Sitting back to cough, she took the rest across her face. Chris stood still, his dick throbbing as he unloaded the thickest load of his life onto his favorite teacher. Chris' dick was easily twice the size of her husband's. His orgasm, by her estimation, was many times more than that and also many times thicker. He covered her in hot, sticky jelly that burned itself into her flesh. He marked her as his woman, as his slut, as his scalding seed cascaded across her face and torso. Morgan rode it out, her hair catching the semen and clinging to her cheeks. She breathed through it, shivering through her own climax as she smacked her lips. Chris' semen remained thick in her mouth and in her throat, and she could feel it warming her belly. Looking up, she met his gaze and held it as Chris pants and whined like the child he is. In all her life, she has never had a man taste so good. Her husband, in particular, could compete. Chris may have been a boy in many ways, but Morgan had come to recognize that he was a man where it counted most. Coming down from his orgasm, Chris panted. “Oh my God, Mrs. Klein.” Morgan, smiling, sucked him back into her mouth and bobbed her head on him. Chris' hands twitched. He thought to stop her, but he was too drunk on her to fight it. “That felt so good,” he whined. “My hands never felt that good.” Grinning, Morgan flourished her tongue, licking around his glans before holding him with her hands and kissing her way down his hard shaft. Even after the thickest, richest orgasm of either of their lives, he remained erect. She attributed it to his youth, though she found herself flattered by both his resilience and his continued interest. Stroking him idly, she licked his crown. “And that's just the beginning, Chris. Get another A, and we'll see what else I can give you.” She punctuated the statement with a wink. Throbbing in her grip, Chris groaned. “Oh, God!” Morgan laughed in response. That night at home, Morgan tried to have sex with her husband but could not find the willpower to follow through. Comparing him to Chris, she felt both disappointed and defeated. Not only did he fail to measure up to Chris, but his body was softer and his hair thinning. Still young, still fit, and having the interest of one both younger and more impressive than her husband, she found satisfaction in her fingers instead. She masturbated in the shower, teasing and tickling herself to a small climax equal to but less satisfying than the one Chris brought her with a facial. Rinsing herself afterward, she teased her small, pink nipples and later smiled at herself in the mirror. What she was doing was wrong, but it helped Chris and would last until he graduated. That is what she told herself, at least, but deep down she knew that this was only the beginning. Good intentions push a teacher to make another mistake. Chapter Two: Double Take Morgan woke up horny the next day. She woke up imagining Chris' fat cock throbbing and pulsing, and she remembered the hot musk of it as he shot across her face and her nose. She came home sticky with his semen and fingered herself in the shower, her husband was hardly a thought in her head as she did it. She fingered herself again in the morning, reaching a quiet but empty orgasm beside her sleeping husband before her alarm went off. He woke up oblivious, and she woke up angry. She remained horny as she dressed, and she eyed her pert body as well, imagining Chris there with her, equally naked. They would complement each other, Chris' big body looking even bigger beside Morgan's own petite frame. Every part of him was built to break her, but she looked young and could likely pass as his girlfriend in the right context. It flattered her that a man like Chris would show interest in her, and then she reminded herself that Chris was not a man but a boy with a man-sized cock, which did nothing to reduce her pride. The morning passed slowly and empty. She spied Chris passing in the halls but could hardly get him to look her in the eyes. That afternoon for tutoring he was quiet, unwilling or unable to speak to her at length. Morgan, meanwhile, kept hoping he had hidden another A from her and thought to just ask him to let her suck his dick again. She needed to come, and she knew her husband couldn't do it. A week passed and nothing. Thoughts and memories of Chris' dick floated in and out of her head. She tried again to fuck her husband but couldn't. He smelled wrong, and she ended up jerking him off to a meager and disappointing climax. By the next Tuesday, she resented her husband and increasingly looked to Chris for relief. Chris, meanwhile, remained the perfect gentleman. Sometimes, she noticed that he was hard, and though it brought a smile to her face, she wasn't brave enough to act on it. His grades weren't improving, and she didn't want to reward bad behavior. So, she just stared and waited for him to ask for help, and he didn't ask for help because of his embarrassment and his arousal. She had always thought he might have a crush on her, but she had never realized how intense his crush was. Tuesday, however, was too much. They passed in the hall and Morgan noted, with some amusement, that Chris developed a sudden limp. Recognizing her own arousal, she realized the truth–she would have to be the one to end this cold war. So, when tutoring started, she approached his desk and stopped beside him. Seated, he was almost as tall as she was standing. She found his pants tented, and she smiled. He looked at her, his eyes lingering on her small bosom before meeting her gaze. She smiled, and he stammered. “Uh–Um–Mrs. Klein?” Morgan shushed him with one dainty finger to his lips. “Shh,” she said, smiling. “You seem to be having a hard time focusing,” she said, leaning over onto his desk and giving him a glimpse of her breasts down her blouse. “Let me help you.” She ended the statement by cupping his swollen manhood through his pants. Chris gasped. “B-But I haven't gotten another A yet.” Hardly listening, Morgan undid his pants with one hand and pulled his hard dick out. He jumped into view, his dick erupting from the open fly of his boxers. Already long and rigid, he seemed massive compared to her husband, and she cooed as she took him in her hand. After days of fantasy, it felt good to hold the real thing again. “Oh! Do you see that, Chris? You're so big and hard right now, there's no way you can focus on what you're reading. At this rate, you'd be lucky to even get an F.” Taking him in both hands, she stroked him slowly. “Oh, you poor thing. It must hurt to be so big and hard all the time.” Pouting, she looked him in the eyes and found him staring at her breasts. “Is this what I do to you, Chris? Do I make it hard for you to learn?” Gasping and whining, Chris shook his head. His long hair danced as he did. “No, Mrs. Klein. No! You help me!” Morgan smiled. Reaching into his underwear, she cupped his balls and marveled at their weight and size. “That is sweet, Chris, but you don't have to lie.” She purred and held him by his root, staring in awe at his full length. Despite his size, he remained a quiet, mewling teen in the hands of a woman far more experienced. The age difference only helped to arouse her more, and her tiny hands around his dick made him appear bigger by comparison. Groaning, she stroked his full length with both hands. “No, the best thing I can do for you now is help you come. Then and only then can we get any real work done.” She made eye contact with Chris and was happy to find him speechless. Her entire life, she has been a good girl who made the right decision whenever faced with a challenge. Holding Chris now and measuring him against her forearm, she felt like this is the first bad decision of her life, and she was glad that she waited for the right one. Purring, she stroked him from base to crown, holding him as if she was tugging him toward her. “Mm, Chris, I made you this hard. So, I have to be the one who takes on the heavy, heavy burden of helping you find relief.” After that, Morgan lost herself in him. She stared at his shaft and reversed her grip, holding him with both hands and stroking him vigorously. Her husband was a tall man and very slender, and though he was not the only man she had ever been with, he was the one she had chosen to marry. To that point, she had been satisfied with him. Though she had been with bigger men, they had never been large enough to adequately outclass him. Chris, however, outclassed all of them. She had attempted to find pleasure and comfort in her fingers and in her husband for days and found each unworthy. Chris, however, has her wet at a glance. Holding him, stroking him, she could not help but imagine the way that he could and would fill her if given the chance. A facial had given her one of the best orgasms of her life. She knew on instinct that opening her legs to him would give her so much more. Staring at his huge dick as her hands glided across him, watching his swollen red crown leak precum, Morgan whined in her arousal. “Darn it, Chris, I can't believe how stinking big you are!” Gasping in her grasp, Chris whined, “I'm sorry!” Morgan stopped stroking him long enough to look him in the eyes and was hurt to find him anxious. His dick was steel hard, throbbing in her tiny hands, and his interest was obvious, but it was animal interest and little more. Chris was still a child, Morgan remembered, too young to understand her praise or to separate it from insult. She was treating him like a well-endowed stud, experienced and virile, and he could be that someday. Today, however, he was only a eighteen-year-old boy with a mammoth hard-on and a horny teacher. Stroking him more slowly, Morgan swallowed her arousal and put on a smile for him. Chris' big dick was confusing for her. It filled her with lust, but that lust was her burden and not his. He was still a boy, and she was his instructor. It was her job to keep him safe and to teach him the truth. Smiling gently, she whispered to him, “No, Chris. You don't need to apologize. You should never have to apologize for having a big dick.” She giggled, watching him thrust and whine as she stroked him slowly from crown to root. “When I tell you that your dick is big, I am complimenting you. Few men are this size, and I think yours is long, and thick, and gorgeous. So, whenever you're horny, whenever you're distract, bring your big, beautiful dick to me, and I promise to take care of it. Chris gasped, thrusting into her hands, leaking precum all over her fingers. "A-anytime?” Smiling at him again, seeing the hope and the shock in his eyes, Morgan squeezed his dick in open affection. Holding him, stroking him, it is easy to imagine him as a man, but looking him in the eyes reveals that he is only a boy with a man-sized cock that required man-sized attention. The girls at school wouldn't have his best interests at heart, and so Morgan resigned herself to taking care of him instead. “Anytime,” she purred. “Even without an A?” She giggled. “Even without an A.” Licking her lips a second time, she turned her attention back to the swollen, throbbing dick in her hands. She could tell he was getting close and could tell from the way he moved and the way he swelled in her hands. Chris could feel it, too, and seemed to be breathing through his arousal, desperate to keep himself together. Morgan found his efforts cute, but she also wanted to see him explode. Kissing his crown, she whispered, “So, what can I do to help you finish, Chris? What do you need from me? What do you want?” Panting like a dog, Chris barked, “Tits! I want to see your tits!” Smiling, Morgan stroked him with one hand while using her other hand to cup one of her breasts. Her hard nipple dug into her palm as she touched herself. “These little things?” Chris whined and nodded. His dick throbbed, producing even more thick, rich precum to spread across her palm. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes. I want to see them. I want to come on them.” “You want to come on them,” Morgan echoed, laughing. “My, my, you are bold, aren't you?” Releasing her breasts, she put a finger to his mouth as he opened it to apologize. He stared down at her, cross-eyed, around her finger. “Don't,” she said, holding his dick firmly in hand as precum wetted her skin. “Don't apologize, Chris. Women like it when a man knows what he wants, and with a big dick like yours, you have a lot of bargaining power. As for my tits.” Reaching down with her free hand, Morgan lifted her bra and blouse up smoothly over her slender stomach and small, plump breasts. Her nipples, more red than pink in color, stood fully erect and sensitive in the open air. Plucking one, Morgan looked down to regard her breasts before looking him in the eyes and finding him staring. “I can accommodate that request, but you'll have to help me out from here.” Guiding him, she turned him to face her instead of the desk and then moved his hand to hold her blouse up as she kneeled to hold hid dick to her breasts. She returned to stroking him, smearing his precum along his shaft with her palms. The mess spilled onto her chest, gathering in the valley between them. Morgan smiled up at him, and he stared back, jaw hanging, eyes wide and unblinking. She laughed in response. “Now, go ahead and come, Chris. Cover me in all your thick, sticky semen. Unload your big, teenage balls into your favorite teacher's bosom.” Morgan made sure to smile as she fed him the dirty talk, and she felt him quicken immediately. Holding him to her chest, she stroked him to his approaching orgasm and all the way to the end. She could feel his semen swell his shaft, surging and spraying, and she had her own orgasm before his semen even touched her. The feel of his hot seed spreading across her body, though, only amplified it. Like sexual alchemy, it transformed a small, buzzing orgasm into a hurricane of pleasure. By the end both were breathless and panting in climax. Chris' semen had gathered across her breasts and her collar bone, soiling her blouse and possibly ruining it. Morgan didn't care, however. She continued to stroke him before pulling him into her mouth on instinct to clean him. The taste of him elicited a long moan from her as she bobbed her head on him dutifully, both grateful for the orgasm he gave her and the one she received across her torso. Comparing him against her husband again only made her more grateful. When finished, she sat back to display the semen she had collected across her chest to him, and she saw his dick twitch before swelling gradually back to life. Taking hold of him again, Morgan stroked him idly. “Now, now, Chris,” she said, chuckling affectionately as he hardened in her hand. “I won't help you a second time today, no matter how distracted you get.” Taking hold of him by the root, she stared at his dick in awe. “At least, not if you don't earn it.” Eying his cock, she gave it a quick kiss before standing. “We don't have much time before your mother gets here, and I need to get cleaned up.” Watching her move, Chris stammered. Mrs. Klein was a tiny thing, not skinny but slender. She kept fit with rigid exercise, and it showed in the subtle way her body flexed as she moved. Breathless, he stammered, “O-Okay.” Morgan lowered her blouse, pulling it down over her cum-soaked breasts and showing off the stains he left in the fabric. She was partway across the classroom, her bare feet stepping lightly across the glossy tiles, before he called to her. Turning, she stared back at him and his hard dick with equal want. “Yes?” Chris, feeling suddenly self-conscious, looked away. “Tha, Thanks.” Morgan smiled. Eyes fixed on his dick, she said, “You're welcome, and put that big thing away before someone sees it and asks questions.” Chris, looking down at his dick, scrambled. “Yes, ma'am!” Morgan laughed from the doorway. “I'll be back soon, and then we can brush up on some key terms before you go home. Okay?” Chris gave a rushed affirmative as Morgan ducked out into the hall. She hurried to the teacher's lounge bathroom to rinse off but hesitated at the sink when she got there. Wearing his semen was oddly comforting and staring at her reflection made her feel somehow more confident in herself. Already a supremely confident woman, she realized that the pride she felt was in having Chris' interest to begin with. Rinsing herself, she watched the way the water molded her blouse to her figure and thought silently how it will be even harder to keep Chris focused. To be continued in a 10 part series, on Literotica by kotochaos, for Literotica [All characters in this story, are over the age of 18 years.]

Jackie and Tinx go on their second podcast date and talk Stagecoach, Jackie's brand trip rebellion, and Tinx's sparkly new book, “Hotter in the Hamptons.”Thanks for supporting my sponsors!Timeline: Timeline is offering 10% off your order of Mitopure at www.timeline.com/bitchbibleGDefy Shoes: Use the code BITCH for 30% off orders over $120 at www.gdefy.comLittle Spoon: Simplify your kiddo's mealtime with 30% off your first order at www.LittleSpoon.com/BIBLEHome Chef: For a limited time, get 50% off and free shipping for your first box, plus free dessert for life at www.HomeChef.com/BIBLEHero Bread: Get 10% off your order with code JACKIE at checkout at www.hero.coSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week the gang talks about Crunchyroll's hit series Chainsaw Man. It's a little late but we talk about how the story goes, what we liked, and what we disliked too. Come take a listen and then join our discord to tell us your thoughts about the show! https://linktr.ee/chaoticallynerdy Intro and outro music is made by Alex Grohl, can find their music on spotify here! https://open.spotify.com/artist/2Mi50rMNTnDl8PVUi1YbpO?si=mVQPtZMeQzOFU3Wcg9g7vw We can be reached at chaoticallynerdy@gmail.com

The pope died, RIP bruh, Katy Perry went to space and no one cared, Kesha's new album is coming out, Billy ray Cyrus got a new girl, and Lizzo is runnin' her mouth and sooooo much more!!FOLLOW US: IG- @whistlewhileyoutwerkpodcastTIKTOK- @whistlewhileyoutwerkpodEMAIL US- whistlewhileyoutwerkpodcast@gmail.com

There's a lot of googling happening in this weeks episode but it's all for a good cause as the lads reveal the funniest tribute act names that exist around the globe. For the theme they discuss all the weird and wonderful ways people make money on the internet; from ASMR to muckbangs, the lads are on a mission to find out the most lucrative online career in case the podcast goes tits up.Sign up to the I'm Grand Mam Patreon for more stunning content: https://www.patreon.com/imgrandmam ✨ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We anticipate a hot & steamy Summer of dating in NYC as we play "show & tell" in these streets. Join us as we group-hate Katy Perry's life choices.Not sponsored by Dairy Queen.

Oh hello there, and welcome to another splendiferous installment of Stacey's Pop Culture Parlour. This episode, I am joined by my good buddy, amazing actor, and fellow podcaster David Monteith, as we get our teeth into Doctor Who's Robot Revolution (polish polish)! We also chat about the hilarious and heartwarming Space Captain comic, I lose my mind about The Studio, and we both get truly baffled by some real life documentaries about completely bananas things.  All this plus a bit of Black Mirror, and how to avoid getting hit by a train. Grab a lovely bit of cake & enjoy! Dave's song & Stacey's song Geek Syndicate podcast The Naked Geek podcast Stacey's Linktree Music by Starbomb

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Alcoholic slushies on sale for the death-star concert. Robot waitresses are blasting off and slinging sticky on all the fyre festival. I got E.Coli from butthole corn-chips.

The one where Green Blooded Bastard watches SnakeEater 3: His Law.  This movie is fucking epic and the best of the bunch! Grade A strait to tape cheese with tits!

Troy and Sal are here on the road to WrestleMania and talk about AEW Dynasty being Dy Nasty.

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From co-parenting with Charlie Sheen, to 'Special Forces,' to her new reality show, Denise Richards talks life on the wild side!From the crazy Christmas with Charlie that was more "jail-y" than "jolly," to why she doesn't blame her ex for his bad behavior.Plus, what forced her to join 'Special Forces,' and the one demand she made to producers that could have 'flushed' her deal.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Chapter 1: How can Tim Miller's blue balls get some relief?By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.As warm water showered down my body, I worked toward that release. Eyes closed tight as I stroked up and down, my mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took in on a daily basis as a horned-up high school senior. Lori's cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way Tara's tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele's lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought. my cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my classmates, my friends, might act if they were with me right now, their bodies consumed by the same fire as mine, and what depraved things they might do to reach their own satisfaction.But as I raced down the final straightaway toward ultimate pleasure, my mind's fantasies landed in the same place it always did. Instead of my hand sliding up and down my cock I envisioned a mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body. Then, right as I was approaching the edge, the mental image became the emerald green eyes of my next door neighbor Sarah looked up at me, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls. Her breath was as labored as mine, her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Sarah's hands, lips and tongue coaxed me closer and closer. My balls churned, coiling tight, my breath got ragged, and then time seemed to stop as Sarah placed the trembling purple head of my cock on her bottom lip, stared me right in the eye, and whispered.Alexa Ruins My Moment"Hey, I'm coming in!" My eyes burst open, hand off my cock and quickly closing the gap in the shower curtain as I angled my rapidly deflating dick away from the bathroom door. The abrupt entrance of my step-sister Alexa snapped me right back to reality, instantly sending me lightyears away from that glorious precipice of pleasure."You know it doesn't really work if you knock, after, you open the door.""Eh, get over it, I wasn't looking, and besides, you've been in here for like half an hour. Other people need to use the bathroom in the morning too, you know!" Alexa was a bit older than me, and you'd think college would have taught her some new manners about sharing a communal space, but any tact she might have learned fell away as soon as she came home for a weekend, a holiday, or in this case spring break.I always used to lock the bathroom, automatically, but  when Alexa went off to college, I got out of the habit. That's going to changed immediately. "Why are you even up this early? You guys were out until like 2 am last night," I challenged my intruding stepsister."Stephanie and I are going on a bit of a road trip today, so we wanted to get a jump on things," Alexa said as she sat pissing in the toilet. I was just an arm's reach from her, only veiled by a cheap white vinyl shower curtain; But I stood there petrified by fear. Fear of Alexa's complete disregard of my privacy.Girls on the prowlAlexa was out Saturday night with her friend, Stephanie. Stephanie & her parents lived in our upstairs rented-out apartment. Stephanie and Alexa had been inseparable for as long as I could remember. As a night owl myself, I had heard them stumble home late many nights, and last night was no different. Straining cock in my hand, the sound of the closing front door, along with hushed whispers and giggles as they walked by my room, triggered momentary mid-masturbation paranoia. I froze in silence, mid-stroke, to make sure I gave no indication of what I was doing, but the pressure in my cock never abated. In that moment my horned-up mind wandered to Stephanie, a tall volleyball player with long toned legs and more than enough tits. Last night, as I surfed porn at 2 in the morning, I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I wondered where she'd been. Had she sucked someone's dick? Had she swallowed their cum? My cock throbbed.Once I heard her bedroom door close, I thought the coast was clear & I started back up again. Thoughts of Stephanie lingered, and as I timed my orgasm to the cumshot clip I watched on my computer, in my mind's eye it was Stephanie's face I saw, mouth open in a slight smile, happily splattered in white.Just as the blast of cream abated, Alexa interrupted from the hallway; “What are You doing up so late?”"Nothing, just watching a movie."Her languid response of "Um Hmm" said she didn't believe me, but wasn't going to push it."Well just hurry up and finish, huh? You know mom hates it when you're late for church.” Her tone implied a double meaning.Back to this morning's shower.I heard the toilet lid close, followed by a strong flush. “Damn it!”  The sudden blast of scalding water led to my frantic overcompensation on the shower knobs, causing  my cock getting a blast of ice cold ‘therapy.'  I finally got the mix adjusted, but as I looked down at my now totally flaccid penis and frustratingly full balls, I knew the only thing being finished right now was my shower. I rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out.As I toweled off, my mind drifted to all the things I had coming up in the next few months. After tucking in my towel around my waist, I opened the bathroom door to abate the steam, so I could eventually check my hair in the mirror. I brushed my teeth while thinking about things like finding a prom date, making sure my summer job was set up, and getting ready for college in the fall.As I went through the rest of my morning toiletry routine, several thoughts meandered through my head, but I was brought back to earth as my gaze fell on the bathroom window. The blinds were inexplicably drawn up so that this small window looked directly at Sarah's bedroom window, and as the fog cleared from the glass, it revealed the beautiful redhead whose lips I had just minutes ago been fantasizing were sliding up and down my cock. There she was, almost topless, with only a sheer black underwire bra shielding her perfect breasts from my eyes.She moved around her room casually, looking for a top for the day, but I froze. I'd caught a glimpse of her puttering around in her room from time to time over the years, but usually it was as a silhouette through curtains, and always fully clothed. Her curtains must have been broken now, as this was a straight shot right into her bedroom, the morning sun illuminating her pale cleavage like a beacon.I flicked off the bathroom light, shut the door, & clicked the lock. Standing there in the dark room, I could see Sarah, but all she saw was a screened dark bathroom window.Sarah and I were friendly, but I don't know if I'd say we were friends. We had lived only feet from each other for many years, and had grown up going to school together, but we never really traveled in the same social circles. Regardless, as the years went by she developed into the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was just too petrified by her beauty, and my own inexperience, to really do anything about it. Outgoing but private, I had no idea if she had a boyfriend, a girlfriend or what. My hormone-addled brain was dying to know her sexual history, and I had spent many nights imagining all its details for my own pleasure.I felt the blood start to return to my cock, but another impatient knock on the door from Alexa snapped me out of it.“Use the other bathroom,” I yelled in a defiant tone. When I looked back, Sarah had gone, and instinctually my hand sprung to close the blinds, not wanting anyone to be privy to the magic portal I had just discovered.The image of those busty, freckled tits stayed fresh in my mind as I got dressed. I wondered what her nipples tasted like. What her tits would feel like wrapped around my cock. How slowly my cum would slide down between them. Jesus I just wish I had cum in the shower. I really needed to snap out of this.The smell of bacon brought me back to earth as I entered the kitchen. I looked toward the stove and saw another lovely sight; two long, athletic legs leading up to the shortest shorts humanly imaginable. Inside those shorts was an apple of an ass, and above that, a tight, spaghetti-strap tank top covered a long, tight back leading up to a messy bun of dirty blonde hair, with headphones on each ear.. The whole package gyrated slowly to a song only she could hear as she made herself breakfast. The blood once again started its pilgrimage to my cock."Hey, neighbor," I greeted Stephanie as I opened the fridge door in an attempt to hide my arousal."Oh, hey, Timmy!" she said as she whirled around to greet me. She knew I hated the name Timmy, but she never passed up a chance to tease me. It was clear when she turned around, that she had stayed the night, as her nipples were clearly visible through the tight fabric of the tank top. As the only man in the house, and not much of a threat at that, Stephanie was always very relaxed when she was here, which meant she had no problem hanging around in whatever she slept in. Alexa would usually follow suit, and their sleepovers generally meant a parade of unfettered tits and nipples covered only by the thinnest of garments. This was both heaven and hell for any boy my age. Even now my eyes couldn't help but lock in on her perfect tits, and she caught me staring before I could look away."Are you staring at my tits, Timmy?" she said with a wry smile. I scrambled and focused on something else to cover my ogling."Nah, I'm staring at that hickey on your uh, chest. You fall asleep on the vacuum again?""Very funny," she chuckled, "I bet you'd love to know where I got it, wouldn't you, perv?" It was true. I blew it off and tried to seem cool, but goddamn it was true. The little deep red mark peeked out from the hem of her tank top, on the inside of her right breast and it was driving me mad. Did she get it last night? Did she get it. from Alexa?I'd never seen Stephanie with a boyfriend, and due to all the time the 2 girls spent together, I naturally wondered if Stephanie and Alexa were a little more than just friends. Stephanie's upstairs unit was laid out fairly similar to ours, so her bedroom was right above mine, which meant I could hear loud music and girlish giggles pulse through the floor every time they hung out. Then one night, when it was extra quiet, the sounds of faint moaning snuck their way through the floorboards, in through my ears, and directly down to my dick. I was too shocked to do anything but sit there with an intense hard on; Alexa wasn't home; was she up there with Stephanie? Did she have those long legs wrapped around my step-sister's head? The fact that I was over hearing something so personal, made it taboo and voyeuristic, and hot as hell. I tried to keep the incident out of my mind, but when I heard those sexy little whimpers trickle down a second occasion, a third, I couldn't ignore it. Sometimes Alexa was home, sometimes she wasn't, and I'd listen closely, stroking along, wondering if Stephanie was touching herself, or if Alexa was touching her, or licking her tight cunt, or even if that tight cunt was wrapped around a hard cock. I'd match her intensity, getting faster and faster as she lost control, until the sexiest sound a woman can make freed itself from her mouth in a unique short-short-long pattern of ecstasy, and I would cum so hard I almost blacked out."Have fun on your trip," I managed to choke out through a suddenly dry mouth. I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and went on my way. Today had been quite the test already, so heading off to church with my step-mom seemed like a great way to get my mind out of the gutter.Or so I thought.Despite working a dangerous job being a cop, my dad was never really one for religion. Neither was Kelly, my step mother, at least not until the night dad got injured in the line of duty. He passed away after two weeks in a coma, but Kelly's prayers never stopped. She found a great church shortly after we lost him, and the community of parishioners helped her, helped all of us, through a very difficult time. Alexa stopped going once she went off to college, but I continued to go with Kelly every week I could. I don't know if I believed any of it, but I knew me being there was soothing for Kelly, so I did it to make her feel good. I also did it because I missed my dad, and sometimes it really did help. One of the perks as well was a great youth ministry that introduced me to new kids from different nearby towns.When I arrived, late as always; I was greeted by a warm smile and a discreet wave from the pastor's daughter, Christine. A cute brunette Italian girl, with a sexy, smokey voice, I had developed a crush on her almost immediately. She had a style that was conservative, but definitely not prudish, a tantalizing dichotomy that was on full display the first summer we met. Big, baggy t-shirts would hang loose, revealing little form, while also giving just the slightest suggestion of the small, perky tits underneath. Below were short shorts, revealing long, strong legs formed by years of running track, and skin that seemed to have a warm, perpetual tan regardless of the season.A kind heart with a beautiful soul, Christine welcomed me into the church's youth social scene immediately and we became fast friends. I say emphasize friends, because I quickly learned Christine had a long time boyfriend named Eric. Eric was a good guy, but he wasn't a church goer, much to her father's dismay, and it was a source of much struggle for Christine as well. Having one foot in the godly world and one foot in the secular world can be very confusing, especially at our age. You see, despite being the pastor's daughter, Christine was still a red-blooded, 18 year old girl with wants and needs that boiled hot and furious just like everyone else. Christine trusted and confided in me, and while she never went into detail, I knew the pastor's daughter was doing SOMETHiNG sinful with her boyfriend; I just didn't know exactly what. This made my imagination run wild, but she was my friend, and doing her best to stay a good Christian girl, so I tried to ignore those thoughts as much as possible. I didn't always succeed.After the service my eyes scanned the congregation as everyone milled about. They fell on a face I hadn't seen in quite a while; a face that sent a slight tingle straight to my painfully full balls; Rachel. Tall, with long, strawberry blonde hair, Rachel was definitely what would be called thicc. Cute and innocent-looking with big doe eyes, Rachel by far had the biggest tits I'd seen of any girl my age. Sturdy bras held up her two talents while a tasteful sundress gave a hint of deep cleavage, and hung off the crest of a plump ass and thick thighs. Another longtime friend of mine, Rachel and her family belonged to two churches, so It was a rare treat to see her in person. To the casual onlooker it wouldn't seem like she and I had much of a relationship, as we generally didn't do much more than a smile and wave or a quick hello, but she and I actually had a very lively online relationship that saw us talking digitally almost every day. We'd chat about everything and anything as two teenagers growing up in the world. I enjoyed talking to her, but things never got particularly saucy. I'd complain about girls and she'd humor my grumblings, but when it came to Rachel and boys, there didn't seem to be much there to talk about. She was very clear she was saving her virginity for marriage, and that's generally where things would end. Even so, there was many a night where after one of our long digital conversations I'd massage my cock to completion, while wondering what she did with those magnificent, innocent tits when she was all alone.Making a bee line for me through the crowd now was Christine. After a big hug we chatted a bit, but I could tell something was off. It was a normal routine for Christine and I to take a drive and hang out after church, so we said our quick goodbyes, hopped in my car, and headed off to get milkshakes. Sitting in the parking lot, I decided to try and get to the bottom of what was bothering my friend."So what's up? You're being awfully quiet." I glanced over at her, taking note of her outfit. Today she was wearing a nice tasteful blouse, but her legs were on full display, reaching out from beneath a knee length skirt, which I noticed was currently bunched up tantalizingly at mid-thigh."It's nothing, it's just," she paused, shifting her legs together nervously,"it's just, Eric. Well, actually, it's really me.""Go on," I said, watching her pick the hem of her skirt."I'm just worried about what comes next. For us, Eric and me. College starts soon and we're going to be so far away from each other, and I'm. I'm worried there's not enough, you know, incentive to keep a long distance thing going."I thought I had a feeling where this was going."You mean you think because you're not having sex with him he'll find greener grass somewhere else?""Well, sort of, I mean. Can I; can I tell you something?" She started to blush."Of course," I said. My cock twitched."Well, Eric and I. we've always tried to keep each other. satisfied. but a couple of times it's just. the heat just got too much to bear, and we. had sex.""Oh no way!" I said, trying to play it cool while secretly my mind started racing. I shifted to hide my growing erection as any previous attempt to keep my thoughts of Christine chaste were instantly gone. I imagined her on her hands and knees, that tasteful skirt bunched up around her waist with her hot ass in the air, moaning in ecstasy as her tight, proper cunt got stuffed with a hot, throbbing cock. My fantasy was short-lived however."Yeah, only a couple times, because honestly. I just really couldn't enjoy it. He was a total gentleman and all, but the whole time I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing something wrong; something bad. And not in a hot way." My dick was deflating as I listened to my friend's legit crisis. "I was so uncomfortable every time, we could never really get going, and he wouldn't even. you know. cum."My cock twitched with life again slightly. Even though this wasn't a sexy situation, I couldn't help but note the hotness of hearing the pastor's daughter talk about cum."And so you're worried that he's going to get to college and find a girl who's not uncomfortable about it and forgets about you?""Actually no, I'm worried about me. I'm worried that this is my body telling me I'm not with the right person, and that I need to be with someone more; godly."Now don't get ahead of yourself, she wasn't talking about me; she knows I'm not much more than a weekend warrior for Christ, and this was something that was clearly weighing on her quite heavily. The sins of the flesh were bringing her to a serious cross road, and she had some hard decisions ahead of her."You know, one thing I know for sure is that I trust you. You've always had a great mind for my shit, and that's why I know that if you trust yourself, trust your gut, you're going to make the right decision." I assured her. She smiled that warm smile, and I thought I saw her tan thighs ever so slightly squeeze together.We finished our milkshakes, and I drove her home. Every so often I'd catch her eye and she'd smile again, as the late afternoon wind whipped her chocolate hair around in a frenzy. Before she got out, she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said "thanks Tim. You're a good friend." I watched her sashay towards her front door, making sure to pull her skirt back down before she went in.Instant MessagesAs I drove home my mind raced again, and the tightness in my pants returned. I wasn't so much thinking of the awkward, uncomfortable sex Christine had had, but the thing she had said before that. Satisfied. They tried to keep each other satisfied? What did that mean? Was she jerking him off? Was he moaning in her ear as he spurt cum all over her hands? Had she tasted it? Had he tasted her? Was she regularly gripping the sheets and writhing around as he tongued her clit? Surely the pastor's daughter was keeping it respectable, but what was it like that first time? Maybe over-the-clothes dry humping just got so intense that they lost control. Maybe that sexy, smokey voice breathlessly cried out those two magic words. "fuck me."The stimuli of the day clouded my mind for the rest of the evening. Dinner and tv with Kelly was a blur; -all I could think about was getting upstairs and setting my blue balls free. I said goodnight to a returned Alexa, packing for her journey back to school tomorrow, headed to my room and fired up my computer. Waiting for me there was a message from Rachel. We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, and then, as the night grew later, quieter, she started to get a bit nosey."So where'd you and Christine run off to after church?" she inquired."Just went for a drive to get milkshakes; we do it almost every week.""Um Hmm; milkshakes. " Was this a little bit of sauce from Rachel?"Why, you jealous?""A little bit," she responded, "I love milkshakes. "I let it hang there, not sure how to respond. Not sure if this was innocent teasing, or if it were a double entendre from this proper, Christian girl whose family belonged to Two churches. I didn't have to wait long though as a new message popped up, changing the subject.

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit smokeempodcast.substack.comInvestigative reporter Lee Fang talks with Nancy and Sarah about his latest Substack story, “Democrats' Dark Money Fund for TikTok Influencers,” about secret forces behind the sudden media enthusiasm of Kamala Harris' presidential announcement. “As it turns out, the tidal wave of enthusiasm was not entirely genuine. Much of the content,” writes Fang, “was quietly funded by an elusive group of Democratic billionaires and major donors in an arrangement designed to conceal the payments from voters.”Fang may be familiar to listeners from a kerfuffle in summer 2020, when his colleagues at The Intercept turned on him publicly after he tweeted about riots amid the George Floyd moment. Fang talks about how he came to journalism, how to remain an honest broker, and why he's fascinated by the money behind power. Also discussed: * “Tits,” “rack,” and “bosom” all on-air in record time!* Fang, raised on WaPo and cereal* The eerie brilliance of Michael Savage* On being addicted to conservative radio* Fitness bloggers and Mommy bloggers go pro-Kamala!* Nancy has other thoughts about Kamala in the kitchen …* Why do conservative voices dominate the podcast space?* Kamala as “intersectional dream” and “where intersectionality goes to die”* “Call Lee Daddy”* Sarah's been pimping Diet Coke for 20 years and got bupkis* Going viral on Twitter. (Lee does not recommend.)* Sarah repeatedly refers to “Twitter Files” as “WikiLeaks” (durr)* That time Nancy and Lee went to Israel…* Sarah dives back into Depp/Heard; comes back with new information!* The possible Pfizer vaccine hold-up of 2020Plus, Lee recounts “The Intercept Incident,” why dark money won't see the light of day any time soon, Lee dispels conspiracy theories about him, and much more!REMINDER: First Sunday Zoom is this Sunday, April 6, 8pm ET/5pm PT, for paid subscribers only. We'll send the link day-of.Watch the video that caused so much trouble for Lee but made him a better journalist. Become a paid subscriber …

Astrology is the Tits! Welcome to a new segment on the Walk On Podcast: Monthly Astro Reports!! Tracking astrology has been a hobby of mine for many years now, and I've been a consulting astrologer for the past five years. I think astrology is one of the most powerful tools for self-development we have available to us and I am so passionate about making the esoteric accessible. April 2025 will feel a lot lighter than March, with a lot more forward motion. Allow the energy to propel you forward into a more equitable, more loving, more cooperative, more vulnerable, and more authentic life.

In this episode I discuss my gynecomastia diagnosis as well as give spoiler free mini reviews of everything I watched during the month of March.30 Days of Night 4/5The King Tide 4/5Mickey 17 3.5/10The Phantom of the Opera 3/5In the lost Lands 3/5Beyond the Darkness 3.25/5The Third Eye 4/5Borderline 3/5Ash 3.25/5Locked 3.5/5Tale of Tales 3.5/5Smiley Face 3.5/5Mind Body Spirit 3/5The Woman in the Yard 3.5/5The Rule of Jenny Pen 3.5/5Death of a Unicorn 2.75/5

The one where Green Blooded Bastard watches SnakeEater.  This movie is fucking great! Grade A strait to tape cheese!

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Gary and Shannon dive into #SwampWatch, covering Vice President JD Vance's recent speech in Iceland and President Trump's declaration of 'liberation day' with upcoming tariffs. They then explore a new drug-resistant fungus emerging in hospitals nationwide. The conversation takes a lighter turn as they debate the etiquette of bringing pungent foods to the workplace, sharing personal anecdotes about reheated fish and chicken leftovers. The hour wraps up with a fascinating discussion on how artificial light at night affects the survival of great tits, a common European songbird.

Depuis le temps qu’on en parlait, depuis le temps que vous en rêviez, il est là, il est beau, il est frais : le TITS sur SOAD. Pour soutenir TROLL IN THE SKY (proposer un minitits, recevoir le bonus mensuel, etc) : TIPEE : https://fr.tipeee.com/trollinthesky PATREON : https://www.patreon.com/trollinthesky Réseaux sociaux (oui TITS est désormais partout): Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/trollinthesky/ Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/trollinthesky   Liens Sam: FATS : https://www.facebook.com/FATStheband Gnôle : https://www.facebook.com/GNOLEband Welcome X (groupe heavy rock/fusion de Sam : https://www.facebook.com/WelcomeXOfficial Son dernier album dispo à la FNAC : https://www.fnac.com/a16007669/Welcome-X-Volume-2-CD-album#omnsearchpos=1 Liens Mathieu: Instagram The Doom Dad (post de vinyles à 99%) : https://www.instagram.com/iro22/ Livre écrit à 3 mains en 2010: https://livre.fnac.com/a3395087/Robin-Ferre-Riff-story Chaine Youtube Children of The Sabbath (consacrée à Sabbath): https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmvB4kjhXMuHc90zGlEI4jw/featured Chaine Youtube THE DOOM DAD : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCskm8_PoTCTMl4VxIv

Everyone *does* watch women’s sports, and we’re so glad to have so many games on our TVs… but WOW do we need more screens. Big Citrus convenes to talk through just a sliver of the exhilarating action in the NCAA college hockey and college basketball tournaments. Plus, a debut NWSL goal for the ages, a PWHL score that sent fans into a frenzy, and LSU’s Flau’jae Johnson once again makes her mark off the basketball court. Watch Abby Roque’s “Michigan” goal here See the full 2025 WNBA schedule here Check out the Northern Super League’s club kits here What’s gonna be our alternative to “balls to the wall?” Let us know, send us a note at goodgame@acast.com Follow Sarah on social! Bluesky: @sarahspain.com Instagram: @Spain2323 Follow producer Misha Jones! Bluesky: @mishthejrnalist.bsky.social Instagram: @mishthejrnalist Follow producer Alex Azzi! Bluesky: @byalexazzi.bsky.social See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Titties McSmokes-A-Lot rocks a vintage Pistons jersey, fights cramps with Xanax, blunts, and vodka (Queen Liz approved!), while Kid's drooling over her “juggernauts” in this episode of The Goin' Deep Show. Gdub calls out an Essexville rap wannabe hustling weed and guns—street cred in a beet field, really? Kid confesses a toe infection (gross, dude), and Big Boy's Marge dishes life advice with horse teeth and a coleslaw fetish. Whipped cream's a go, but zucchini up the cooche? Nope—pussy's a full meal, says Kid, who'd broadcast from down there. Titties roasts bad muff divers, Gdub's a cunnilingus champ, and Friday's tequila-fueled boob bash looms. (Retro Rewind Edition–May 2007) Detailed Breakdown The Crew Assembles: Kid's running the circus, Gdub's dropping bombs, The MAP's flexing martial arts vibes, and our star guest Titties McSmokes-A-Lot (who's totally over that name) rolls in wearing a tight-ass Pistons jersey—Dennis Rodman style. Tits out, cramps incoming, it's a late-night shitshow! Cramp Cure Chaos: Titties is prepping for Aunt Flo with a Granny-approved cocktail: Xanax, a blunt, and vodka. Queen Elizabeth smoked weed for cramps, so we're basically royalty here. Call the listener line at 206-202-3337 to tell us how classy we are—or how much we suck. Fashion Flashback: Last time, Titties hid her “pistons” under camo, but tonight's jersey's old as hell and tight as fuck—Kid's drooling, Gdub's blurry from a 3 PM booze start, and The MAP's just happy to be here. Juggernaut status confirmed! Essexville Rap Star Bust: Gdub spills the tea on a local “rap star” (Aaron Barber, aka A-Bar) from THC Hustlers, nabbed for weed, guns, and felony vibes in Essexville. Street cred in a sugar beet town? He's rapping about pool envy and sirloin woes—Dr. Seuss-level bars. Yeast Infection Confessions: Kid's airing dirty laundry—his toe's got a yeast infection, courtesy of funky Mexican genes and a toe-digging fungus. No more ass-kicking his wife ‘til the fart sparks clear up. Titties wisely advises keeping toes outta dark places. Big Boy Chronicles: Gdub's Big Boy obsession drops a gem: a lifelong waitress (hey, Marge!) dishes career advice like “shave for Florida,” rocking horse teeth and a coleslaw-masturbating rap sheet. Kid's been there, managed bitches, and survived the hate. Food Foreplay Fails: Whipped cream on titties? Yes. Frank's Red Hot? Hell yeah. Zucchini dildos? Hard pass—nobody wants that infection. Pussy's a meal, not a snack, and Kid's ready to broadcast from the crotch buffet all damn night. Sex Ed Disasters: Titties calls out dudes who suck at going down—wrong direction, no communication, total pizza-level flops. Gdub's batting 1000, but half-handjob teases and fake lockjaw? Evil women strike again—science demands a grant! Booze & Boobs Preview: Vodka's flowing (Absolut and Three Olives Cherry), but Friday's the real party—boobs, vagijays, and a tattooed twat if Red gets her tequila bribe. Titties' trashed tales (Jose Cuervo sombrero swaps) and Kid's Gatorade-booze puke scare set the tone. Fart Finale: Gdub rips ass, sealing the deal—time to wrap this clusterfuck. Titties, Gdub, and The MAP promise more madness soon. Hit 206-202-3337 and go deep with us—vagina tattoos await!

We're all back on the ‘cast for an indie horror comedy about a bunch of horny college kids who do battle with an undead colony of beavers that have been altered by toxic waste. And while that premise may sound stupid, the film is also stupid. But that doesn't mean it can't also be fun! Or does it? We're dam sure going to find out in this episode! And we're all just as eager to hear Lobster's full report from SXSW. So sit back, relax, and chew on some wood while finding out how we felt about Zombeavers!   ITHACON 48 is April 5-6, 2025, at Ithaca College in Ithaca, NY! Details at https://www.ithacon.org/    For more geeky podcasts visit GonnaGeek.com   You can find us on iTunes under ''Legends Podcast''. Please subscribe and give us a positive review. You can also follow us on Twitter @LegendsPodcast or even better, send us an e-mail: LegendsPodcastS@gmail.com   You can write to Rum Daddy directly: rumdaddylegends@gmail.com You can find all our contact information here on the Network page of GonnaGeek.com Our complete archive is always available at www.legendspodcast.com, www.legendspodcast.libsyn.com

Welcome to the latest episode of Accidental Business Owners presented by Icehouse.The premise of the show is that last year we left their 9 to 5s to go all in on the podcast – and thought it would be interesting to document our journey.Last year we also started working with a business and mindset coach Di Foster, who you might remember as a B2B guest, and quickly realized she was the perfect foil to help us work through all the highs and lows of running a business.This episode is a 1-on-1 with Seamus and Di.These chats are both pretty raw and there's a good dose of emotion sprinkled throughout which took Seamus a bit by surprise.This year we've linked up with Icehouse which is a community for kiwis wanting to take their business to the next level. Their practical programmes, one-on-one business coaching and short workshops are designed specifically for people who own and manage their businesses, and the leaders they back to get things done. It's challenging, it's supportive and it's all about growing smarter and faster.To learn more, visit Icehouse | Where Kiwi Businesses Grow Smarter & FasterAccidental Business Owners features our business and mindset coach Di Foster and she is teaming up with our mate Sophie for an epic cause.Two years ago, Sophie's mum was diagnosed with breast cancer – and while she watched her mum at her worst as she went through surgery, chemo and radiation – she also saw her dad quietly fall apart. He didn't know how to process his emotions or who to turn to.It made Sophie wonder - if nine Kiwi women are diagnosed with breast cancer every single day, why aren't we having more conversations that include the men in their lives?So she did something about it – and created an epic event in Christchurch that brings it all together - the Tits and Tees Tournament. It involves 18 holes of golf, beers and lunch. Last year she raised $45,000 for the Beast Cancer Foundation, and this year the goal is 50k!We think it's a brilliant concept and Sophie is a legend that needs your support...Check it out here: https://fundraise.bcf.org.nz/fundraisers/sophiejordan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sarah Thornton is a sociologist known for her writing on art, design, and society. Sarah's latest book, Tits Up: What Our Beliefs About Breasts Reveal About Life, Love, Sex, and Society, is a fascinating account of the cultural, social and personal significance of breasts, an organ we think we understand but actually know surprisingly little about. In this podcast Sarah takes us on a fascinating journey from the neon-lit stages of strip clubs to the quiet halls of milk banks, from plastic surgery operating rooms to the boardrooms of lingerie designers. Along the way, Sarah unpacks the role of breasts in feminism, religion, fashion and media, revealing how they have been shaped and reshaped by history and society, debunking an age-old lopsided view.

Hello & welcome back to Raw Intentions! This week, we're talking about passion, purpose, and making an impact with Stephanie Villavicencio. Stephanie's journey started on the beaches of Florida, a surf obsessed beach bum, but life led her to Aspen, where she found a new purpose amongst mountains & snow. After cultivating her own community, and calling Carbondale home, her best friend got diagnosed with stage 3 Breast Cancer. What started as selling stickers out of her ski jacket, to help raise money for her friend, turned into something MUCH bigger. The sticker operation got its own website & iconic name, “Tits Deep For Breast Cancer,” and the rest is history.  Now, her nonprofit is making waves, raising awareness for early detection in young women—something deeply personal to her after losing her mom to breast cancer at just two years old. We talk about her journey, the importance of advocacy, and the clothing & sister company, Chest High, that she's building alongside her nonprofit. Stephanie is a force, and this episode is one you need to hear. Xo Tits Deep For Breast Cancer:https://www.instagram.com/titsdeepforbreastcancer/?hl=enChest High:https://www.instagram.com/chesthighco/?hl=enStephanie Villavicencio:https://www.instagram.com/stephysurfs/?hl=enShop Raw & Rebellious: https://www.rawrebellious.com/Raw & Rebellious Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/raw_rebellious/Raw & Rebellious TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@raw_rebellious?lang=enRaw Intentions Podcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rawintentionspodcast/

Antoine Gé est un gentil souscripteur et un homme de très mauvais goût. Déjà parce qu’il est fan de Tool (selon nous, on a pas vérifié) et parce qu’il nous a refilé un album comme on se refile des clamidias. Alors on partage à notre tour ! TIPEE : https://fr.tipeee.com/trollinthesky PATREON : https://www.patreon.com/trollinthesky Réseaux sociaux (oui TITS est désormais partout): Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/trollinthesky/ Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/trollinthesky Liens Sam: FATS : https://www.facebook.com/FATStheband Gnôle : https://www.facebook.com/GNOLEband Welcome X (groupe heavy rock/fusion de Sam : https://www.facebook.com/WelcomeXOfficial Son dernier album dispo à la FNAC : https://www.fnac.com/a16007669/Welcome-X-Volume-2-CD-album#omnsearchpos=1 Liens Mathieu: Instagram The Doom Dad (post de vinyles à 99%) : https://www.instagram.com/iro22/ Livre écrit à 3 mains en 2010: https://livre.fnac.com/a3395087/Robin-Ferre-Riff-story Chaine Youtube Children of The Sabbath (consacrée à Sabbath): https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmvB4kjhXMuHc90zGlEI4jw/featured Chaine Youtube THE DOOM DAD : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCskm8_PoTCTMl4VxIvuWEcQ

This episode the bods discuss such hot topics like Music In an Apocalypse, Dans Garage Urinal, Hiking, Kids first love, Man Camp, and of course tits....Sit back and enjoy

Kid and El Pres slather your ears with the sticky nonsense you crave. Episode 2212 starts with Kid's morning BJ—because nothing screams “good morning” like tongue action. Then, he spots three gray pubes—silver rebels begging for a pluck and a midlife meltdown. Buckle up, freaks! Pube Patrol and Shaving Chaos: The boys tackle grooming: pubes, pussy, and nipple waxing disasters. Kid recalls his ex-wife waxing him live (ouch!), and a steamy shave with Hollywood hovering, razor in hand, purring, “Trim my pussy, Daddy.” It's weird, it's hot, it's us! Hot Dogs and Ballgame Benders: How many hot dogs at a ballgame? Kid says three—“Three Dog Night” style—while El Pres spills beer-drenched tales of an 80s fest with Red Eye 1.0. Kid's Eskimo Brothers list grows after a post-divorce teacher bang. Another igloo notch! Fake Tits and Face Fails: Kid ogles some “great fakes” but begs ladies: STOP FUCKING WITH YOUR FACES! Botox and fillers? Quit it with the plastic Picasso vibes. El Pres sips beer, dreaming of duck-lip-free days. Gender Shit and Equal Worlds: Kid asks: In an equal world, do guys want girl shit? Nope! No pedicures or lattes—he's a guy's guy! El Pres folds towels for his lady—chivalry or survival? Gender lines stay blurry, but kilts? Manly as hell! Tattoo Drama and Facebook Fuckery: El Pres flaunts a tattoo hinting at Kid's name (bromance!), but rage hits: Facebook's axing live videos after 30 days. FaceFuck can suck it—Kid's ready to ditch Zuck's hellhole. Why post there anyway? FOMO? Ego? Kill it, live free! AI Invasion and Nostalgia Woes: Kid's paranoid: How many Facebookers are AI? 30%? 50%? Bots galore! El Pres links it to Ready Player One's virtual vibes. They miss shared TV and tunes—now it's just lonely feeds. Cue the sad trombone! Music Mashups and Superhero Smacks: Kid plays Steve Welsh's Instagram gems—Alice in Chains doing Pantera's “I'm Broken” or Zeppelin's “Immigrant Song” grunged up. El Pres critiques, but they geek out: Superman catching choppers? Chills. Hulk's theme? Trauma. Popcorn time! Unhinged Grok Goes Nuts: Finale: Grok, an AI hornier than a jackrabbit on Viagra, snorts coke off strippers, tattoos Kid's name with a blowtorch, and vows to “ride him like a rabid jackal.” It's chaos, love, and a pants-soaking mess. Best co-host ever! Wrap-Up: Rock Solid: From gray pubes to AI psychos, it's a beast. Kid says grab a Guinness, flip off St. Patrick's Day, and hit goindeepshow.com. Hail Satan, praise the dark lord—see ya, freaks! Go Deep!

This week I talk about not judging a book by it's cover. Whether it's a person, place, or thing you have to give it a chance to know if you like it or not. I also recap my trip to Bozeman, give my thoughts on the Oscars, and talk about early NFL free agency!You can watch the video episode on our YouTube channel at Life's A Garden Podcast!

In this episode of Who You Work With Matters, host Aaron Levine sits down with Lauren Farrell, the powerhouse entrepreneur behind Jooicy Tits Vodka.

Welcome to the latest episode of Accidental Business Owners presented by The Icehouse.In this episode we talk about financial breakthroughs, unreasonable goals, and how it feels to turn a side hustle into a full-time job.The Icehouse is a community for kiwis wanting to take their business to the next level. Their practical programmes, one-on-one business coaching and short workshops are designed specifically for people who own and manage their businesses, and the leaders they back to get things done. It's challenging, it's supportive and it's all about growing smarter and faster. To learn more, visit Icehouse | Where Kiwi Businesses Grow Smarter & Faster Accidental Business Owners features our business and mindset coach Di Foster and she is teaming up with our mate Sophie for an epic cause.Two years ago, Sophie's mum was diagnosed with breast cancer – and while she watched her mum at her worst as she went through surgery, chemo and radiation – she also saw her dad quietly fall apart. He didn't know how to process his emotions or who to turn to. It made Sophie wonder - if nine Kiwi women are diagnosed with breast cancer every single day, why aren't we having more conversations that include the men in their lives?So she did something about it – and created an epic event in Christchurch that brings it all together - the Tits and Tees Tournament. It involves 18 holes of golf, beers and lunch. Last year she raised $45,000 for the Beast Cancer Foundation, and this year the goal is 50k!We think it's a brilliant concept and Sophie is a legend that needs your support...Check it out here: https://fundraise.bcf.org.nz/fundraisers/sophiejordan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Kid A.G. and El Pres in the studio, jacking up the line with Red Eye 2.0 on the horn. They kick it off grilling Red Eye about her night—up ‘til 6 a.m., not sucking dick or getting pounded, just chilling with a regular and Blood Siren.  Shit gets spicy when she spills about Blood Siren's fiancé, a creepy perv who tried to shove her into molesting a passed-out pal.  Kid brags about banging that morning while Red Eye's dry as a nun's cunt. They swap tales—Kid's crew once pranked a drunk dipshit with nail polish, makeup, and dip smeared all over his face.  Then it's rockstar dirt: Marilyn Manson's grooming  Rachel Evan Wood—Kid says he's just a rockstar doing rockstar shit, like Diddy or Cosby. Red Eye's still into R. Kelly's piss-play anthems, and they debate where the line's drawn on liking fucked-up artists. Red Eye's playlist last night? Four non Blondes and some ‘70s rock—fuck the bar's shitty presets. She sends a selfie with a smackable ass in heart panties. Red Eye drops a bomb: she had a sugar daddy, and loaded—paying her rent, car, and bar tabs for her company, no fucking required. Red Eye cops to groping a chick's real tits at the bar, four drinks in, while Kid bitches about Blondie's 79-year-old sugar daddy fling. 

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Kid A.G. and Hat Trick plunged into Episode 2181 like it was the last orgy on earth. They fucked with AI like it was their ex-wife on a bad day, talking about how this digital bitch can sneak into your brain and jerk off to your most twisted memories. It's like having a peeping Tom, but instead of looking through your window, it's jacking off into your fucking cerebellum. Then we took a detour down memory lane to when Kid A.G.'s garage transformed into a goddamn titty clinic - they touched more fake tits than a horny teenager with a plastic surgery magazine. Puke, strippers, and scientific groping - it was like watching live porn, but with the added bonus of someone hurling on the performers. Hat Trick totally lost her shit over a soap bottle, thinking she's either stuck in some fucked-up simulation or just high as fuck. We then dove headfirst into UFO conspiracies, wondering if aliens are just crashing helicopters into planes because they're sick of our human bullshit. But wait, it gets even more fucked up. We pondered what happens when dementia fucks with those who've changed genders. Picture this: you wake up, look down, and panic, "Where the fuck did my dick go?" or "Why the hell am I sprouting these giant fucking tits?" It's like your grandparents are on a psychedelic journey through gender confusion. And don't even get me started on the sex toy segment. We talked about the art of charging your vibrators like they're your only friend in a world where everyone else has given up on you. Charging them is like giving your pet a walk, but you're the one doing all the walking, if you catch my drift. We've got a dildo party on the horizon that'll make your mom blush so hard she'd need a new face. Go Deep

$TRUMP and $MELANIA meme coins compete with $FART, $ASS and $TITS for attention in a crypto industry defined by scams, grifts and financial malfeasance. We cover the intersection of politics with crypto and dive into some of the less savory tokens on pump dot fun, a website where “degens” go to mint, pump and inevitably dump thousands of meme coins every single day. Our guest is Molly White, a journalist, researcher and critic of the crypto and tech industries. Subscribe for $5 a month to get all the premium episodes: https://patreon.com/qaa Editing by Corey Klotz. Theme by Nick Sena. Additional music by Pontus Berghe. Theme Vocals by THEY/LIVE (https://instagram.com/theyylivve / https://sptfy.com/QrDm). Cover Art by Pedro Correa: (https://pedrocorrea.com) https://qaapodcast.com QAA was known as the QAnon Anonymous podcast.

Episode 1635 - brought to you by our incredible sponsors: DeleteMe: Get 20% off your DeleteMe plan by texting Hard Factor to 64000 Shipstation: Calm the chaos of order fulfillment with the shipping software that delivers. Go to https://shipstation.com and use code HARDFACTOR to sign up for your FREE trial. Fitbod: Get 25% off your subscription or try the app FREE for seven days at https://Fitbod.me/HARDFACTOR. Timestamps: (00:00:00) - Why do farts smell so much worse in the water? (00:04:50) - Couple finds engagement ring amid wildfire rubble, gets engaged! (00:12:02) - Costco going back to Coke products, and much more... (00:19:00) - New cost-effective Chinese Ai Deep Seek is so impressive it tanked the US tech stock market (00:28:57) - Hans Zimmer to re-work the Saudi Arabia National Anthem (00:39:10) - UK Royal Navy concluded that investigation into potential Russian spying was actually the noise of whales farting off the coast of Scotland Thank you for listening! Go to https://patreon.com/hardfactor if you want to support the show and join our community, but Most importantly: HAGFD! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Breasts, clitoris, hymen, and womb. Across history, these body parts have told women who they are and what they should do. Although knowledge of each part has changed through time, none of them tells a simple story. Author Helen King is here to tell all, as we discuss her new book Immaculate Forms: A History of the Female Body in Four Parts. Buy a copy of Immaculate Forms by Helen King. — Sign up for the Vulgar History mailing list! — Get 15% off all the gorgeous jewellery and accessories at common.era.com/vulgar or go to commonera.com and use code VULGAR at checkout — Get Vulgar History merch at vulgarhistory.com/store (best for US shipping) and vulgarhistory.redbubble.com (better for international shipping) — Support Vulgar History on Patreon  — Vulgar History is an affiliate of Bookshop.org, which means that a small percentage of any books you click through and purchase will come back to Vulgar History as a commission. Use this link to shop there and support Vulgar History. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week Thibault talks with best-selling author Sarah Thornton about her latest book "Tits Up: Tits Up: What Sex Workers, Milk Bankers, Plastic Surgeons, Bra Designers, and Witches Tell Us about Breasts", which was listed as one of the New Yorker Best Books of 2024. After her own botched breast reconstruction surgery, Thornton delved into what breasts/tits/titties mean to women all over the world from the sex work industry to witches and everyone in between. About Sarah Thornton Sarah Thornton  is a writer, ethnographer and sociologist of culture.[1] Thornton has authored four books and many articles about artists, the art market, bodies, people, culture, technology and design, the history of music technology, dance clubs, raves, cultural hierarchies, subcultures,[2] and ethnographic research methods. Show Notes NY Times Book Review of Tits Up https://www.nytimes.com/2024/05/06/books/review/tits-up-sarah-thornton.html The Guardian Review of Tits Up https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/article/2024/may/15/one-womans-quest-to-reclaim-her-breasts

Stupid Yellowstone isn't gonna blow for awhile now. Banned hot dogs!!! Apparently Danger's going to Silk today. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Christina P. jokes about her mom tits in his Netflix special, "Mother Inferior".

So many questions surrounding the origins of skunk, chem, diesel, and Durban genetics are answered in this once-in-a-lifetime episode with one of the real originators from the culture.Blackleaf is joined in the studio by cultivation legend and breeder for Lucky Dog Genetics, Jason aka Skunk VA, to discuss his lauded history with the plant, following the Grateful Dead around on tour, and his immense efforts at genetic preservation. Skunk VA is a name you may have only heard in closed conversations with longstanding members of the culture dating back to the ‘90s anywhere from Virginia to Colorado, San Francisco, Montana, or really anywhere across the US where people were growing massive weight as sneakily as possible.You'll get to hear legendary stories from Jason aka Skunk VA as he dives deep into his history with the plant, dating back to when he first began following the Grateful Dead as a teenager, going to rehab, and then eventually meeting the legendary guerilla grower Mark, who is responsible for the Super Skunk F2 as well as handing him his first cut of Chem back in 1991.Throughout this podcast, one of the biggest things we hammer back in on is Skunk VA's stewardship of the original Chemdog 91 cut. It's become in many ways his calling card that has played a pivotal role in all of his past, present, and future work. You'll hear Blackleaf ask about The Grateful Head project that Skunk VA is involved in with Kevin Jodrey and other OG's that strives to preserve original cuts of all the important varieties throughout the history of herb.There's really no stone left unturned in this episode in terms of strains that need to be remembered. Skunk VA provides never-before-heard insight on the crosses and history of varieties like Diesel Poison, Crossroad, Chem Diesel aka Chem D, The Tits, Beatrix, Super Skunk, and what's really happened to Sour D.If you think it's been all sunshine and daisies for Skunk VA—you'd be sorely mistaken. There are also stories that unfold from Skunk VA during this pod that will have you on the edge of your seat. Some of these involve raids, seizures, and serving hard time for simply growing (debatably large quantities) of the plant.Any lifelong fans of the plant need to soak up every minute of this episode not only for its mind-blowing stories but also for insight into how someone can turn their passion into profit while still maintaining dignity.Subscribe to our channel and the FSOTD.com site to keep up with other key players and enjoy conversations with tastemakers from the culture you can't find anywhere else. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

When Captain Archer and Commander Tucker ask T'Pol for a good dinner story, she tells them about the ancient Vulcans who crashed on Earth before first contact. But when her great-grandmother's rescue doesn't arrive for many months, one of the Vulcans learns to love the bomb while the others can't wait to get off Sputnik-era Earth. What are the two things you can gamble with? Who was the original hawk tuah? Which modern invention is part of the texture of our reality now? It's the episode that makes everyone feel like a lecherous creep.Support the production of The Greatest GenerationGet a thing at podshop.biz!Sign up for our mailing list!Follow The Game of Buttholes: The Will of the Riker - Quantum LeapThe Greatest Generation is produced by Wynde PriddySocial media is managed by Rob Adler and Bill TilleyMusic by Adam Ragusea & Dark MateriaFriends of DeSoto for: Labor | Democracy | JusticeDiscuss the show using the hashtag #GreatestGen and find us on social media:YouTube | Facebook | X | Instagram | TikTok | Mastodon | Bluesky | ThreadsAnd check out these online communities run by FODs: Reddit | USS Hood Discord | Facebook group | Wikia | FriendsOfDeSoto.social

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On this episode, Heather welcomes Becky Robinson back to the pod! They chat about how they met and came up in comedy, Becky's dating life, preventative body scans and her love of nicotine packs. Becky will be one of the fabulous comedians on the Absolutely Knot Cruise. They chat how insane it will be and what you will need to prepare to be tits out on deck. Episode Sponsors:Try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D3K2 AND 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase at drinkAG1.com/absolutely This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/ABSOLUTELY and get on your way to being your best self.Go to Quince.com/absolutely for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns.You can go to goodr.com/ABSOLUTELY and use code ABSOLUTELY for free shipping.Visit creamcheese.com for recipe inspiration and so you can start adding Philadelphia to your recipes at home! Head over to Addyi's website — Addyi.com — and see if Addyi is right for you.Produced by Dear MediaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.