Podcasts about Tucking

Soft spoken reading of Algernon Blackwood's Wood of the Dead.In The Wood of the Dead, Algernon Blackwood weaves an eerie tale of isolation, spectral whispers, and the ominous presence of the past. The story follows a traveler who arrives in a remote village, where the air is thick with an uncanny stillness. As he wanders into the ancient forest bordering the settlement, he encounters an unsettling old man—one who speaks in cryptic riddles about the dead lingering among the trees.The deeper the traveler ventures, the more he feels the suffocating weight of unseen eyes and the rustling of something beyond the physical world. The villagers live in quiet fear, their words laced with hints of long-forgotten sins and restless spirits that refuse to be buried. The wood itself seems alive, pulsating with an unnatural presence that hungers for recognition.As the tale unfolds, Blackwood masterfully builds an atmosphere of creeping dread, blending folklore, the supernatural, and psychological horror into a chilling meditation on mortality and the unseen forces that stalk the living. The traveler—skeptical at first—soon finds that some boundaries between life and death are not easily crossed... nor easily escaped.ASMR tales from Lovecraft, Poe, Grimm & Beyond | Unlock Exclusive Secrets from the Vault on PatreonVenture softly into realms untold, where ancient whispers stir forgotten lore and dust-laden libraries echo with lost dreams. Here you'll find soft spoken Lovecraftian myths, gothic tales, dreams spun from ancient murmurs, and solace found in the decayed whispers of timeworn pages and eternal tomes. Tucking in sleepy souls, one story at a time.Soft spoken ASMR is used to provide listeners with comfort to ease symptoms of insomnia, anxiety, depression, and ptsd. ASMR with atmospheric sounds—like gentle whispering, soft taps, and calming nature noises works wonders for relaxation and anxiety relief. The soothing sounds and personal attention mimic a comforting, nurturing experience, while promoting mindfulness and focus that diverts attention from anxious thoughts. Physiologically, ASMR can lower heart rate and blood pressure, activating neural circuits linked to relaxation. This powerful combination creates a serene environment, helping individuals unwind and feel at peace. Listen with headphones for the best experience.This channel is intended to provide you with a comfortable space to relax and fall asleep. I welcome all comments and suggestions for stories because this channel is meant for you, my darling. Having recently suffered from depression, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this channel consistent and make our way through these wonderful classic stories.Enter the Abyss: ⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@TomebyTomeASMR⁠

Soft spoken reading of HP Lovecraft's Celephaïs, 1920. Set against the eerie creaking of a drifting pirate ship on the ocean. Listen with headphones for the best experience.Celephaïs is a mesmerizing tale from Lovecraft's Dream Cycle, following the journey of Kuranes, a man disillusioned with reality who seeks refuge in his dreams. Once a child who imagined the radiant city of Celephaïs, he grows into a weary adult, desperate to return to the dream-world. As his earthly life crumbles, he plunges deeper into sleep, chasing visions of turquoise temples, timeless streets, and galleys that sail into the sky.But dreams are fickle, and the boundary between fantasy and madness blurs. When knights from Celephaïs finally arrive to escort him home, he embarks on a surreal voyage through time, back to his ancestral estate—only to awaken as king and god of the dream-city. Yet in the waking world, his body washes up on the shores of Cornwall, lost to the tides of reality.ASMR tales from Lovecraft, Poe, Grimm & Beyond | Unlock Exclusive Secrets from the Vault as a Channel Member or on PatreonVenture softly into realms untold, where ancient whispers stir forgotten lore and dust-laden libraries echo with lost dreams. Here you'll find soft spoken Lovecraftian myths, gothic tales, dreams spun from ancient murmurs, and solace found in the decayed whispers of timeworn pages and eternal tomes. Tucking in sleepy souls, one story at a time.Soft spoken ASMR is used to provide listeners with comfort to ease symptoms of insomnia, anxiety, depression, and ptsd. ASMR with atmospheric sounds—like gentle whispering, soft taps, and calming nature noises works wonders for relaxation and anxiety relief. The soothing sounds and personal attention mimic a comforting, nurturing experience, while promoting mindfulness and focus that diverts attention from anxious thoughts. Physiologically, ASMR can lower heart rate and blood pressure, activating neural circuits linked to relaxation. This powerful combination creates a serene environment, helping individuals unwind and feel at peace. This channel is intended to provide you with a comfortable space to relax and fall asleep. I welcome all comments and suggestions for stories because this channel is meant for you, my darling. Having recently suffered from depression, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this channel consistent and make our way through these wonderful classic stories.Enter the Abyss: ⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠Donations: ⁠http://paypal.me/TomebyTome⁠⁠https://venmo.com/u/PamBreshears⁠⁠http://buymeacoffee.com/tomebytomeasmr⁠This video is intended for sleep. #sleepaidAs many of the larger channels noticed first, in November 2023, YouTube rolled out non-optional end-roll ads on all videos. Because this video is intended for you to relax and fall asleep, I'm hoping by adding this hashtag that YouTube becomes aware of the placement of ads on certain video types, like ASMR.Video art and video animation are done by me using CapCut, Canva Pro, Movavi, and Motionleap tools. TAGS: female voice asmr, soft spoken female voice, whisper female, quiet storytelling, creaking ship ambiance, drifting into sleep, hypnotic reading, immersive dark ambient sounds, asmr, soft spoken asmr, asmr for sleep, asmr sleep reading, sleep aid for adults, bedtime stories for grown ups, sleep podcast, sleepcast, talk me to sleep, read me to sleep, dark sleep ambiance, dark sleep ambience, fairy tales for adults, asmr banned books, banned books podcast, modern horror, thomas ligotti, hp lovecraft, asmr lovecraft, lovecraftian horror, lovecraft audiobook, call of cthulhu, nyarlathotep, azathoth, celephaïs

Soft spoken reading of HP Lovecraft's Azathoth, 1922. With ominous cave ambience, listen with headphones for the best experience.At the heart of the abyss, where time dissolves and space is meaningless, the dreamer finds Azathoth—the mindless, seething center of the universe. A force of chaos, madness, and unreasoning destruction, Azathoth is the blind idiot god whose presence nullifies all thought and order. The story ends with the terrifying realization that beyond human imagination lies nothing but writhing, chaotic horror—and the dreamer is lost within its merciless embrace.Short but evocative, Azathoth is less a narrative and more a fragment of cosmic dread—one that hints at the unfathomable horrors that lurk beyond the fragile veil of sanity.ASMR tales from Lovecraft, Poe, Grimm & Beyond | Unlock Exclusive Secrets from the Vault as a Channel Member or on PatreonVenture softly into realms untold, where ancient whispers stir forgotten lore and dust-laden libraries echo with lost dreams. Here you'll find soft spoken Lovecraftian myths, gothic tales, dreams spun from ancient murmurs, and solace found in the decayed whispers of timeworn pages and eternal tomes. Tucking in sleepy souls, one story at a time.Soft spoken ASMR is used to provide listeners with comfort to ease symptoms of insomnia, anxiety, depression, and ptsd. ASMR with atmospheric sounds—like gentle whispering, soft taps, and calming nature noises works wonders for relaxation and anxiety relief. The soothing sounds and personal attention mimic a comforting, nurturing experience, while promoting mindfulness and focus that diverts attention from anxious thoughts. Physiologically, ASMR can lower heart rate and blood pressure, activating neural circuits linked to relaxation. This powerful combination creates a serene environment, helping individuals unwind and feel at peace. This channel is intended to provide you with a comfortable space to relax and fall asleep. I welcome all comments and suggestions for stories because this channel is meant for you, my darling. Having recently suffered from depression, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this channel consistent and make our way through these wonderful classic stories.Enter the Abyss: ⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠Donations: ⁠http://paypal.me/TomebyTome⁠⁠https://venmo.com/u/PamBreshears⁠⁠http://buymeacoffee.com/tomebytomeasmr⁠This video is intended for sleep. #sleepaidAs many of the larger channels noticed first, in November 2023, YouTube rolled out non-optional end-roll ads on all videos. Because this video is intended for you to relax and fall asleep, I'm hoping by adding this hashtag that YouTube becomes aware of the placement of ads on certain video types, like ASMR.Video art and video animation are done by me using CapCut, Canva Pro, Movavi, and Motionleap tools. TAGS: asmr, soft spoken asmr, whisper asmr, asmr for sleep, asmr sleep reading, sleep aid for adults, bedtime stories for grown ups, sleep podcast, sleepcast, talk me to sleep, read me to sleep, dark sleep ambiance, dark sleep ambience, audiobooks, asmr audiobooks, asmr audiobook reading, audiobook for sleep, storytime for adults, complete audiobook asmr, hp lovecraft, asmr lovecraft, call of cthulhu, asmr horror story, dark horror story, gothic literature, gothic horror asmr, horror poetry, cosmic horror, dark fairy tales, asmr dark fairy tales, mythos poetry, weird fiction, fairy tales for adults, brothers grimm, asmr brothers grimm, banned books, asmr banned books, banned books podcast, modern horror, thomas ligotti, nightmare before christmas vibes, spooky story, spooky bedtime story, female voice asmr, soft spoken female voice, whisper female

Welcome back to another Q&A round up episode of HER Style Podcast! I've been loving answering a handful of listener questions the first week of each month. It's really helped me keep my advice short and sweet, more impactful and easier to implement, and I think we've been able to cover an even wider variety of topics, which is so much fun!    That said… I miss popping into your Airpods every single Thursday. So I'm very excited to announce that we are bringing back twice weekly episodes!! Yay!

It's time to talk about an topic that's literally uncomfortable! Tucking and binding can be awful but also amazing, so let's talk about what they are and why we do (or don't) utilize them. Localization producer and comic creator Liam Coballes joins us to discuss the cosplay community and how rocks are cool. Math is hard! LIAM COBALLES Insta: https://www.instagram.com/natural_nin/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/naturalnin.bsky.social https://bsky.app/profile/shifter-komiks.bsky.social TEXT VERSION https://www.tillystranstuesdays.com/2024/08/10/tucking-and-binding/ FURTHER READING (topics discussed with essays available at http://TillysTransTuesdays.com) Transmedicalism (and WPATH version 1), Gender Dysphoria, Trans Freedom, Cis People Get Gender Affirming Healthcare Too, Misgendering and Passing, Boymode and Girlmode, Gender Euphoria, Privilege (time and money), Heavily Gendered Clothes and Trans People REFERENCE MATERIAL Inguinal canal - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inguinal_canal Chest Binding: A Physician's Guide - https://www.prideinpractice.org/articles/chest-binding-physician-guide/ Special thanks to Daisy and Jane for the use of "Sorry Not Sorry" as our show's theme music. Please stop by and show your support at daisyandjane.bandcamp.com and soundcloud.com/daisyandjane --Please leave us a rating on Apple Podcasts/iTunes!-- Website: pendantaudio.com Twitter: @pendantweb Facebook: facebook.com/pendantaudio Tumblr: pendantaudio.tumblr.com YouTube: youtube.com/pendantproductions

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Lords * Tyriq * Stevie * Avery Topics: * What is Dr. Mario's specialty? * Boutique sardines * Street Sharks (and the lies about them) * PiCoSteveMo is over! (as of this recording) Microtopics: * Throwing out an idea like a plate of spaghetti, or a grenade. * Odd Object. * Piggy-back dual plugs. * Now! That's What I Call Avery Burke, Vol. VII. * Jason Shiga. * Older kids who are into roughhousing and watching shark movies. * Audio Issues Because of Dog. * The only place on the Internet you can hear cardboard boxes rubbing against each other. * Two hours of an attractive woman scraping her thumbnail on a microphone. * Dr. Mario telling someone that they only have-a four months to live-a. * The weird forehead mirror that old-timey doctors wear. * The opinions of someone who's eaten cat food. * Grandma barging in while you're eating dog food. * Flintstones Cannibalism Vitamins. * Barney's PTSD after the Neanderthal Wars. * Wacky Races, the original MCU. * Dr. Mario's pill pusherside hustle causing the opioid crisis. * Ego Death Mario microdosing the germs in the pill bottle who transcend to the great pill bottle in the sky. * Coming up with the conceit that your band is enemies with sea mammals and making all future audiences hate you. * Three adorable sardines rowing a boat shaped like a dragon. * An octopus tentacle that looks like a serial port or a 2x6 spot light. * The animal that you're eating depicted in cartoon form as cheering you on. * An anthropomorphic ginger root eating a ginger candy. * Single-serving black characters. * Eating a fish and finding an entire spine. * The weirdest bone to find. * Free floating animals gathering into a colony and turning into a face. * The most popular fish sauce in ancient Rome. * Sealing a whale hand in a trash can with duct tape for two years until it starts leaking and your roommate has to help you dispose of it wearing a hazmat suit. * Tucking a whale bone under your trench coat and sneaking out of the museum. * Famous whale disposal techniqus. * Fishwife, fish life! * Not knowing about the preexisting work that your favorite cartoon is in conversation with because you're a kid and don't know anything. * Slammu, Ripster and Streex. * Michelangelo, Leonardo, DiCaprio, and Don Angelo. * Vin Diesel being very excited about the Street Sharks. * IP Homeopathy. * Sexy Mummy Costume. * Using mumnies as train fuel because they are so plentiful. * You can't get Mummy Brown any more because of Woke. * Who has and hasn't heard of Tommy Tallarico. * A toy that lets you shoot at the TV screen during the interactive parts of Captain Power. * Fresh off the PiCoSteveMo boat. * Graph going up emoji. * Lots of different skill levels going on in there. * Aardvarks and anteaters. * A three hour celebration of weird things that games can be. * Look Who's The Shining Two! * Why the Sokoban puzzle in Ocarina of Time sucks. * Puzzles vs. situations. * Tony and the Tony Mechanic. * The Thought Leader of the Thinky Games Community.

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant's portfolio along with a couple of Ande's mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table's occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town's part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager's relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entrance-way to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn't gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She'd gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she'd dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she'd invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn't left a lot of time for romance and it didn't help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality."Hey, you've got one on table six." Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn't someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress' legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn't mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn't even notice that he appeared to be familiar. "Good evening and welcome to Terry's. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?" She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin."Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?" He waited for her to write down the order, "And I'll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare." Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver's license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn't red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn't reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn't fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she'd figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he'd never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn't been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn't worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn't quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel's face."Hey Phil, long time!" She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she'd taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn't mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. "Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn't it?"She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, "Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it's going well for you.""It's going good now," he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he'd come back on short notice to oversee her care. He'd only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. "Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it's worth it to me," he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, "I guess I should eat up, don't want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.""Oh, it's okay," she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, "I'll be right back." Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, "On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you're back on short notice?" He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. "Oh, I'm not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I'll just catch a few movies on the tv." He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. "You?""Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or," she paused, grinned a bit at him, "or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching." Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly "I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you."She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she'd lived. It wasn't long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he'd had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel's condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, "I didn't know anyone rented these out." Mel just smiled and shook her head, "I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don't have to compete with the younger women at the pool." She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn't felt except at his parent's place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn't going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. "There's beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I'll be out in a minute."She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn't mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn't so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He'd grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she'd only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD's and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She'd been making hers stronger than usual just so that she'd have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she'd already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she'd last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn't be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he'd stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn't compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they'd already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her. Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to clutch his cock, but she remained seated. Then his index fingers both found her erect stiff nipples. He drew his thumbs around to capture and gently squeeze both her large nipples.Mel was now breathing heavily from both anticipation and the tingling of her tits. Ever so subtly, Phil replaced his index fingers with his middle fingers, all the while stroking and gently pinching. Then he firmly held both captive nipples and his index fingers resumed contact directly on the tips of each of Mel's very hard nipples.The result was electric. Mel squeezed Phil's cock hard, as her cunt rushed with a small flow of fluids, onto his lap. A minute or so later, another gentle squeeze was given to him, and for a bit longer she sat & just enjoyed feeling him filling her, feeling the soft throb of his cock buried deep within. At first her movements were slow, sliding just an inch in and out at a time, but he began to get the idea, and rock with her. Their momentum built up till easily half of his length was moving within her.Phil slid his hands back down alongside her ass cheeks, & found a comfortable position that allowed him to maintain a steady pounding of her wet slit then gently nuzzled the side of her neck and worked his lips up against the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Softly he began to kiss the skin, then slowly he worked his tongue against it, adding in little nibbles. He wasn't sure if he could keep up the pace much longer but wanted her to enjoy this as much as he could help her to. The attention to her neck drew another round of goosebumps from Mel. Then she started to breathe heavier, confirming to Phil that she was starting her second orgasm.Mel twisted her neck to give his mouth more access, while beginning to squeeze harder on his cock with her vaginal muscles. Before too long she felt him grab her around the waist and hold her tight just before he thrust up deep within her and began to fill her womb with warm cum. She groaned through a small orgasm then began to snuggle in against him, suddenly feeling the late hour and the long day's toll on her muscles.Deciding that the bed would be a better place to sleep and that she'd better get to there before chancing passing out on the sofa, wearily she rose, disengaging from his softening cock. A little grin and she leaned over to take the semi-hard member in her mouth and clean him of their juices. "You're of course, welcome to join me in bed. But I do sleep nude so you know," pink tongue licked her lips clean, and eyes looked at him for his reply.He watched in amazement as she leaned over and sucked his cock clean, never before had a woman done such to him, and his curiosity was piqued at what else she liked to do. When she mentioned bed to him there was the realization as to how worn his body was, and that he'd have to be out to the stables for a bit later that day. "Oh I don't know how I'll manage but I think I'll give it a try and suffer through it, if I have to." He returned the grin and slowly got himself up, following her to the bedroom.Phil didn't waste much time in undressing, tossing his clothes off to the side. His attention then turned towards Mel. He blushed a little as he realized she had been watching him rush to be nude. She had waited till she had his attention. Phil sat on the bed with his back against the velvet padded headboard. Slowly, she stripped off her clothes, first her shirt, and then her sports bra, revealing her heavy, full chest. She turned her rear towards him & bent over. and slowly worked her pants down from her rounded ass, then past her thighs, finally to her ankles. Up she stood to kick the pants to the side, and then turned around to let him have his first full view of her. His eyes went immediately to the thick, red bush which stood out against pale skin. "I like it," he smiled to her, "you're stunning."Into her bed they snuggled up, facing each other so that her hair didn't get into the way. Sleep quickly overtook the pair, with Phil's last thoughts being that he hoped it wasn't just the alcohol that had led to where they were.As he opened his eyes, the answer was evident before him as he woke to seeing her laying between his legs, his cock nestled within her mouth and being softly suckled. He swore that she smiled at him before going back to paying attention to his cock, gently stroking and suckling on it till he was at full mast and ready for what she had planned.Mel rolled onto her back, feeling quite slutty and enjoying it. It had been too long since she'd allowed this side of her to appear and it seemed that the side was making sure to catch up on all that it had missed with Phil being the beneficiary of it. She reached over to the night table and picked up the bottle of Astroglide that she'd placed there before commencing the wakeup sucking. "Hmm, so how about being a dear and straddling my waist then fucking these big tits of mine? I'd love to watch your beautiful cockhead appear from between them." She grinned. Sure, he couldn't resist the offer.His jaw just dropped, almost wanting to pinch himself to see if this was a dream, but deciding that wouldn't be the best idea. Instead he took the wiser route and rolled over to straddle her waist, placing his cock between her luscious breasts. While he was stituating himself, she had taken a small tube of lube and poured a healthy dose in between her tits, rubbing them together to warm the lube up a bit before she wrapped his cock in between them. She propped up two pillows to elevate her head for the best view and access. Mel continued to hold her luscious tits firmly wrapped around Phil's shaft. As Phil began his first long upward thrust, he watched her long tongue snake out and softly lick under the head of his cock. He was turned on from the erotic act, and the sensitivity his cock felt, from her tongue-work. Slowly he began to rock his hips, watching as his lucky cock got to fuck her buxom tits.She tilted her head forward to let the head of his cock enter her mouth every time it left the warmth of her bosom. Phil gently ran his fingers through Mel's hair, occasionally helping to hold her head tilted forward as she ran her tongue & lips around his tip. The lube claimed to be ‘edible' but didn't taste the best, but if this blossomed into something more, she was more than willing to invest in some flavored lube. Her eyes were kept glancing upwards, watching the expression on his face. It was priceless and addicting; a look of disbelief and pure pleasure that she could watch all day long, if given the chance. For that, she'd let him fuck her anywhere and using whatever part of her body he pleased. The fact that she could bring this sort of pleasure to him, gave her a new fulfilled filling, which she hadn't known she'd longed for.He slowly rocked, savoring the first time he'd been allowed to do this to a woman. If you had told him that women actually did this outside of porn, before this morning he wouldn't have believed it. Andow he hoped that sometime again in his life, he'd get the chance to do it again. Watching the tip of his cock disappear into the mounds of tit flesh, then out and into her waiting mouth was a sight to behold. Getting to feel the soft skin of her body against his balls as they dragged against her with each stroke, was a new and fantastic sensation.She had to admit that he had a good amount of stamina, but all good things eventually ended, and she knew his ending was coming soon. His thrusts were getting faster and she could see the need to cum light up his face. His cock tip had changed from light pink, to red; then from red to purple. Mel just laid her head back and looked up at him, catching his eyes with hers, "Hmm, I want you to cum on my face lover. Cover me with that hot load of cum and show me just how much you love fucking my tits!"Phil wasn't expecting to hear that, but it fit; and encouraged on as she kept telling him to cum on her face, he began to rapidly stroke through her soft tits. Soon after, she got her wish, as he pulled his cock free, grabbed his shaft, and began to spurt the waiting load all over her face. He took aim as best as he could, managing to get the majority of the load to hit her in the face and in her hair. Not able to resist, Phil then leaned in to tap the tip of his cock against her chin, and then feed her the cum coated head.She suckled the head clean of cum, then rubbed her tongue under his tip for a while, as he softened. Then she let it slip free from her mouth. His semen dripping down her face felt odd at first, it was the only time she'd ever let a guy give her a facial, but she could get to like it. The man-show she was treated to, was priceless. The empowerment of knowing she aroused the masculine spectacle, made her feel sexually potent.Once he'd gotten off of her, she rose up, giggling, and made her way to the bathroom, taking her time in the shower to wash her face and scrub down a little bit. By the time her face was rinsed in the steamy shower, she felt a pair of hands on her hips. Turning around to welcome him with a kiss, she was surprised to find his tongue was already between her thighs. She reached one hand to his head while her other hand swiftly knocked two plastic bottles off the corner shower seat, then sit down on the edge of the seat. The large tiled shower allowed her to spread her legs. It was Phil's opportunity to pleasure her body. “I didn't know a Ginger bush could be so bright.” Phil said.“I didn't realize how big a bush could grow, either” Mel admitted to her lapsed mowing schedule.“Do you keep your bush this full?” He asked.“God, no! In fact, I was half thinking of making you wait longer, while I was changing out of my work clothes, last night.”“I'm a really good barber. Can I give you a shave & a facial?” He said with eager delight.“Uh, if you're good, you might get some repeat business. Are you up for auditioning?” She challenged him.“With your guidance and preferred tools, I'll be delighted.”Mel stood and reached out to her cabinet and retrieved a cordless trimmer & some baby oil. She sat back down and turned off the shower. Then gave Phil step by step coaching as he first removed the long lochs with the cordless clippers. Then he used her disposable razor to shave most of her mound and labia, leaving the clitoral strip alone. Finally, he massaged her entire region with baby oil. He used one hand to set the tools outside the shower as his other hand was continuing a deep massage of her clit & g-spot, simultaneously. As her breathing indicated greater arousal, Phil opened his mouth to suck on her stiffened clit. His hand stayed just below, to continue giving attention to her g-spot. His other hand slid up her torso, to find a wanting nipple to rub & softly pinch.The baby oil and shave added new sensitivity. The steamy bathroom caressed their bodies in warmth. Mel continued to immerse herself in these pleasures from her holiday lover. Phil intensified his efforts as he sensed her impending climax. Then, her body tensed and her breath was held. Her cunt began to tremor, and her body expelled a gush of fluids onto Phil's chin, and the finger he explored her cunt with. It flowed down his arm & neck. Phil clamped his lips hard on Mel's clit. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him firmly to her cunt.As the intensity waned, she released his head. Phil looked up, into her sated eyes. A drip hung from his chin, then fell to the tile. “How was that?” Phil asked.“Best damn shave & facial I've ever had!” Mel said with resolve and delight.Soon she stood and turned on the shower. They locked in a steamy wet embrace and shared a deep French kiss. Coming up for air, Mel took a scrubber pouf and lathered up his entire body. Then Phil did the same. They rinsed and stepped out, where they toweled each other off. He exited to dress, as she attended her bathroom rituals.She finished and made her way to the kitchen, the smell of coffee already wafted in the air. "I see you found the coffee pot," she smiled and wandered over to take a seat upon the counter."Aye, well it wasn't too terribly hidden," he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You know, I could get used to this.""Umm, a slutty girl that wakes you with sucking your cock then lets you fuck her tits and coat her face in your cum? What's there not to get used to?" She grinned at him, "Now so long as you were oh, willing to continue bathing me up with a tongue up my snatch, we might have a deal.""I think we could arrange something like that," he grinned."Did you, umm, want to come back after you took care of the mare? Maybe we could do a little Christmas dinner?"He gave her a soft kiss, "Would love to. And considering right now I smell like cum and cunt, I don't think smelling like a girl is too high on my list of concerns."After a couple of cups of coffee, the two of them left the condo heading in different directions. He was off to the school's barns and she was off to the local grocery store, thankful that it would be open for a few hours during the daytime. Grabbing a cart, she dashed through the store, picking up the few odds and ends and one of the last fresh turkeys sitting on the shelves. It was a little larger than she wanted but in the end she was just happy to have it. Once the groceries were gathered, off to home she scooted to spend the day cooking and listening to Christmas music thinking of the things that were to come.It took about an hour longer than he expected, but once things were wrapped up at the stables Phil hopped the nearest bus back to Mel's condo. He felt a little bad showing up smelling like the stables but being a fan of horses he figured she would understand. That and he just plain rather be at her place than anywhere else for the rest of the day.Once the turkey was set in the oven, Mel worked on the house, doing more than the usual straightening. She even added a few more holiday decorating touches. Realizing that the hot kitchen abd housework built up a sweat, she scampered off to the bathroom to give herself a bit of much wanted pampering. The stereo pumped out Christmas songs while she drew a steaming hot scented bath, lit several candles, and broke out her favorite shower gel. Then slowly she lowered her body into the water and sighed contentedly.Another scrubbing was given to her body, she leaned back and just soaked in the tub. When the water finally threatened to get chilly, Mel gave her hair a thorough washing then climbed out to dry off and give herself a coating of lotion. She gave into the temptation to be lazy and wrapped herself up in a soft terry cloth robe before crashing in front of the tv to watch a parade.A quick stop off at the store delayed his return, but finally Phil found himself standing at her door, hoping she hadn't changed her mind, and knocking softly.She woke with a start on the couch, somewhere between the King Kong balloon and one of the dancing displays, she'd passed out. When the second knock at the door came she jumped up and yelled, "Coming!" In front of a mirror she paused to fluff her hair a bit, but it had dried while she slept and looked quite messy. Another couple of seconds were spent fixing her dressing robe, at least so that the neighbors didn't catch a view she didn't want them to, and finally to the door. Out of the peephole she looked, smiled to herself, and then opened the door hiding all but her leaning head behind it. "Hey. Come on in."In he stepped, pausing for a moment as he suddenly realized how unsure he was of the nature of their relationship. For a second or two he just looked at her, then lightly smiled to himself and leaned in to kiss her.She blinked, having felt the sudden awkwardness as well, and almost sighed in relief when he leaned in. Mel leaned into the kiss, leaving it only brief, and turned to head into the kitchen to check the turkey, very glad that she'd set the alarm, and so at least knew it wasn't ruined. "How was the mare? Making any progress?"He just smiled at the way she acted, in some ways if he hadn't of known any better, it would have felt like they'd been in a relationship for a while, and at the moment that felt right. Into the kitchen he followed her, taking in a deep smell of the roasting turkey. His right hand lifted and placed the pair of bags onto the counter, "the things you wanted me to pick up from the market."They settled into making dinner, once he got the chance to remove his jacket and shoes. Peeks were snuck every time her robe moved in just the right way and he wondered if she'd worn it just to be able to tease him with. Mel quickly figured out he was taking sneak peeks at her whenever the material slid against the belt and started to make a game out of it, teasing him with the occasional look.When the food got to a point where everything that needed to be cooking was, and they had a little bit of time to spare, Mel got a little grin on her face. She glanced over to Phil, "So, how would you like an early appetizer?" When he agreed, she grabbed a towel and left the kitchen. Setting the towel on the armrest, she sat upon the side of the couch, pulled apart her robe and spread her legs, "Have a taste, lover." Admittedly she had to hold down the giggle at how cheesy it was, but it was fun to say. Leaving her ass up on the armrest, she lowered her body back, and supported her body with her hands on the cushions. He legs dangled off the floor.He laughed at the cheesy statement but that didn't last long as he eagerly took up her offer, and slipped between her thighs. Soft kisses were placed along her inner thigh, up and down between cunt and knee, to tease her till he couldn't resist anymore. He plunged his tongue into her sweet hole and licked up, flicking the tip against her clit. Down to the floor he kneeled and rested her legs upon his shoulders while he lapped away at her cunt. Fingers played occasionally with her clit and gently teased against her wet hole before working a pair in.His lips focused more on her clit while he began to gently finger her twat, till he found just the way that she liked to be touched. The pace began to increase to a comfortable rhythm and suction was applied to the hardened nub while his tongue traced the alphabet upon her clit. He used his other arm to keep her thighs separate as her thighs, strengthened from riding, had begun to reflexively squeeze upon his head. The tighter she squeezed the closer he knew she was. Just when he thought he couldn't hold back much longer she let out a loud, guttural scream and his fingers were coated with a layer of her slick cum.She leaned back against her hands, panting and savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. It's been too long, she thought, too many months, years; since she'd enjoyed getting her cunt eaten and he'd gone right down twice, today. Maybe he was indeed a keeper, she mused to herself as she watched him get up, wash himself of her cum, and then tend to the meal. Only time would tell, but for this Christmas he was certainly what she'd needed and she stifled her giggle at the thought that maybe Santa had brought him early.At dinner they stuffed themselves, sharing stories, hers from the military and his from grad school. When the meal had been put away, they retreated to the living room and this time she curled right up against him instead of playing the waiting game. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his pants, perhaps after his second helping of mashed turnips, not that she could speak still clothed in her robe. As the movies played they teased each other, her occasionally stealing gropes of his boxer clad cock and him tracing circles along her navel and breasts.By the time the second movie ended it was drawing late, well late enough for the two to excuse themselves to bed, and she half dragged him to the bedroom. With a slightly hard push, Mel threw him upon his back on the bed. She slipped out of her robe and strode over to him, crawling up on the bed towards his torso. Fingers slipped into his boxers and pulled them down, letting his cock spring forth. Up to her knees she got and moved forwards till she was over his waiting member. Without waiting, she plunged down, taking his full length in one smooth stroke.Leaning forwards she rested against her hands and began to bounce her hips, riding his cock. Her world-class breasts swayed in front of him and her wavy red hair hung down, framing his face. Mel stared at him, bouncing as fast as she could without fear of dislodging him, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her tunnel and drinking in the looks on his face as she did so. Through two orgasms she rode him till his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard, just before filling her with his spunk. She held him in for a few moments longer till regretfully letting go of his cock and rolling over to the bed. Instantly she snuggled up against his body while pulling up the blankets to cover them. Her ass was wedged against his groin. His arm was over her, and cupping a boob. She raised her leg and reached way down, finding his flaccid cock. She tucked it tight against her cunt and lowered her leg back down.“Making sure your cock remains warm and comforted, Phil. Good night dear.” Her last thought was of his steady heartbeat against her ear. This became a nightly tradition over the next several days of Christmas break."3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" Came the cheers from the television, not that Mel heard, because just when the ball hit bottom, she screamed in orgasm while getting pounded from behind. Phil had a tight hold on her hips and kept slamming deep into her, driving her through three more orgasms before pulling out and spraying his load over her ass and back. Both collapsed upon the bed, panting and grinning. She leaned over to give him a tender kiss, "Now That, is the way to bring in the New Year!" A great year, and a loving, passionate, new love affair.By JagFarlane for Literotica.

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant's portfolio along with a couple of Ande's mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table's occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town's part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager's relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entrance-way to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn't gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She'd gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she'd dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she'd invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn't left a lot of time for romance and it didn't help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality."Hey, you've got one on table six." Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn't someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress' legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn't mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn't even notice that he appeared to be familiar. "Good evening and welcome to Terry's. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?" She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin."Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?" He waited for her to write down the order, "And I'll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare." Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver's license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn't red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn't reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn't fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she'd figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he'd never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn't been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn't worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn't quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel's face."Hey Phil, long time!" She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she'd taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn't mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. "Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn't it?"She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, "Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it's going well for you.""It's going good now," he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he'd come back on short notice to oversee her care. He'd only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. "Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it's worth it to me," he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, "I guess I should eat up, don't want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.""Oh, it's okay," she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, "I'll be right back." Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, "On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you're back on short notice?" He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. "Oh, I'm not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I'll just catch a few movies on the tv." He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. "You?""Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or," she paused, grinned a bit at him, "or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching." Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly "I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you."She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she'd lived. It wasn't long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he'd had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel's condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, "I didn't know anyone rented these out." Mel just smiled and shook her head, "I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don't have to compete with the younger women at the pool." She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn't felt except at his parent's place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn't going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. "There's beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I'll be out in a minute."She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn't mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn't so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He'd grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she'd only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD's and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She'd been making hers stronger than usual just so that she'd have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she'd already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she'd last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn't be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he'd stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn't compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they'd already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her. Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to clutch his cock, but she remained seated. Then his index fingers both found her erect stiff nipples. He drew his thumbs around to capture and gently squeeze both her large nipples.Mel was now breathing heavily from both anticipation and the tingling of her tits. Ever so subtly, Phil replaced his index fingers with his middle fingers, all the while stroking and gently pinching. Then he firmly held both captive nipples and his index fingers resumed contact directly on the tips of each of Mel's very hard nipples.The result was electric. Mel squeezed Phil's cock hard, as her cunt rushed with a small flow of fluids, onto his lap. A minute or so later, another gentle squeeze was given to him, and for a bit longer she sat & just enjoyed feeling him filling her, feeling the soft throb of his cock buried deep within. At first her movements were slow, sliding just an inch in and out at a time, but he began to get the idea, and rock with her. Their momentum built up till easily half of his length was moving within her.Phil slid his hands back down alongside her ass cheeks, & found a comfortable position that allowed him to maintain a steady pounding of her wet slit then gently nuzzled the side of her neck and worked his lips up against the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Softly he began to kiss the skin, then slowly he worked his tongue against it, adding in little nibbles. He wasn't sure if he could keep up the pace much longer but wanted her to enjoy this as much as he could help her to. The attention to her neck drew another round of goosebumps from Mel. Then she started to breathe heavier, confirming to Phil that she was starting her second orgasm.Mel twisted her neck to give his mouth more access, while beginning to squeeze harder on his cock with her vaginal muscles. Before too long she felt him grab her around the waist and hold her tight just before he thrust up deep within her and began to fill her womb with warm cum. She groaned through a small orgasm then began to snuggle in against him, suddenly feeling the late hour and the long day's toll on her muscles.Deciding that the bed would be a better place to sleep and that she'd better get to there before chancing passing out on the sofa, wearily she rose, disengaging from his softening cock. A little grin and she leaned over to take the semi-hard member in her mouth and clean him of their juices. "You're of course, welcome to join me in bed. But I do sleep nude so you know," pink tongue licked her lips clean, and eyes looked at him for his reply.He watched in amazement as she leaned over and sucked his cock clean, never before had a woman done such to him, and his curiosity was piqued at what else she liked to do. When she mentioned bed to him there was the realization as to how worn his body was, and that he'd have to be out to the stables for a bit later that day. "Oh I don't know how I'll manage but I think I'll give it a try and suffer through it, if I have to." He returned the grin and slowly got himself up, following her to the bedroom.Phil didn't waste much time in undressing, tossing his clothes off to the side. His attention then turned towards Mel. He blushed a little as he realized she had been watching him rush to be nude. She had waited till she had his attention. Phil sat on the bed with his back against the velvet padded headboard. Slowly, she stripped off her clothes, first her shirt, and then her sports bra, revealing her heavy, full chest. She turned her rear towards him & bent over. and slowly worked her pants down from her rounded ass, then past her thighs, finally to her ankles. Up she stood to kick the pants to the side, and then turned around to let him have his first full view of her. His eyes went immediately to the thick, red bush which stood out against pale skin. "I like it," he smiled to her, "you're stunning."Into her bed they snuggled up, facing each other so that her hair didn't get into the way. Sleep quickly overtook the pair, with Phil's last thoughts being that he hoped it wasn't just the alcohol that had led to where they were.As he opened his eyes, the answer was evident before him as he woke to seeing her laying between his legs, his cock nestled within her mouth and being softly suckled. He swore that she smiled at him before going back to paying attention to his cock, gently stroking and suckling on it till he was at full mast and ready for what she had planned.Mel rolled onto her back, feeling quite slutty and enjoying it. It had been too long since she'd allowed this side of her to appear and it seemed that the side was making sure to catch up on all that it had missed with Phil being the beneficiary of it. She reached over to the night table and picked up the bottle of Astroglide that she'd placed there before commencing the wakeup sucking. "Hmm, so how about being a dear and straddling my waist then fucking these big tits of mine? I'd love to watch your beautiful cockhead appear from between them." She grinned. Sure, he couldn't resist the offer.His jaw just dropped, almost wanting to pinch himself to see if this was a dream, but deciding that wouldn't be the best idea. Instead he took the wiser route and rolled over to straddle her waist, placing his cock between her luscious breasts. While he was stituating himself, she had taken a small tube of lube and poured a healthy dose in between her tits, rubbing them together to warm the lube up a bit before she wrapped his cock in between them. She propped up two pillows to elevate her head for the best view and access. Mel continued to hold her luscious tits firmly wrapped around Phil's shaft. As Phil began his first long upward thrust, he watched her long tongue snake out and softly lick under the head of his cock. He was turned on from the erotic act, and the sensitivity his cock felt, from her tongue-work. Slowly he began to rock his hips, watching as his lucky cock got to fuck her buxom tits.She tilted her head forward to let the head of his cock enter her mouth every time it left the warmth of her bosom. Phil gently ran his fingers through Mel's hair, occasionally helping to hold her head tilted forward as she ran her tongue & lips around his tip. The lube claimed to be ‘edible' but didn't taste the best, but if this blossomed into something more, she was more than willing to invest in some flavored lube. Her eyes were kept glancing upwards, watching the expression on his face. It was priceless and addicting; a look of disbelief and pure pleasure that she could watch all day long, if given the chance. For that, she'd let him fuck her anywhere and using whatever part of her body he pleased. The fact that she could bring this sort of pleasure to him, gave her a new fulfilled filling, which she hadn't known she'd longed for.He slowly rocked, savoring the first time he'd been allowed to do this to a woman. If you had told him that women actually did this outside of porn, before this morning he wouldn't have believed it. Andow he hoped that sometime again in his life, he'd get the chance to do it again. Watching the tip of his cock disappear into the mounds of tit flesh, then out and into her waiting mouth was a sight to behold. Getting to feel the soft skin of her body against his balls as they dragged against her with each stroke, was a new and fantastic sensation.She had to admit that he had a good amount of stamina, but all good things eventually ended, and she knew his ending was coming soon. His thrusts were getting faster and she could see the need to cum light up his face. His cock tip had changed from light pink, to red; then from red to purple. Mel just laid her head back and looked up at him, catching his eyes with hers, "Hmm, I want you to cum on my face lover. Cover me with that hot load of cum and show me just how much you love fucking my tits!"Phil wasn't expecting to hear that, but it fit; and encouraged on as she kept telling him to cum on her face, he began to rapidly stroke through her soft tits. Soon after, she got her wish, as he pulled his cock free, grabbed his shaft, and began to spurt the waiting load all over her face. He took aim as best as he could, managing to get the majority of the load to hit her in the face and in her hair. Not able to resist, Phil then leaned in to tap the tip of his cock against her chin, and then feed her the cum coated head.She suckled the head clean of cum, then rubbed her tongue under his tip for a while, as he softened. Then she let it slip free from her mouth. His semen dripping down her face felt odd at first, it was the only time she'd ever let a guy give her a facial, but she could get to like it. The man-show she was treated to, was priceless. The empowerment of knowing she aroused the masculine spectacle, made her feel sexually potent.Once he'd gotten off of her, she rose up, giggling, and made her way to the bathroom, taking her time in the shower to wash her face and scrub down a little bit. By the time her face was rinsed in the steamy shower, she felt a pair of hands on her hips. Turning around to welcome him with a kiss, she was surprised to find his tongue was already between her thighs. She reached one hand to his head while her other hand swiftly knocked two plastic bottles off the corner shower seat, then sit down on the edge of the seat. The large tiled shower allowed her to spread her legs. It was Phil's opportunity to pleasure her body. “I didn't know a Ginger bush could be so bright.” Phil said.“I didn't realize how big a bush could grow, either” Mel admitted to her lapsed mowing schedule.“Do you keep your bush this full?” He asked.“God, no! In fact, I was half thinking of making you wait longer, while I was changing out of my work clothes, last night.”“I'm a really good barber. Can I give you a shave & a facial?” He said with eager delight.“Uh, if you're good, you might get some repeat business. Are you up for auditioning?” She challenged him.“With your guidance and preferred tools, I'll be delighted.”Mel stood and reached out to her cabinet and retrieved a cordless trimmer & some baby oil. She sat back down and turned off the shower. Then gave Phil step by step coaching as he first removed the long lochs with the cordless clippers. Then he used her disposable razor to shave most of her mound and labia, leaving the clitoral strip alone. Finally, he massaged her entire region with baby oil. He used one hand to set the tools outside the shower as his other hand was continuing a deep massage of her clit & g-spot, simultaneously. As her breathing indicated greater arousal, Phil opened his mouth to suck on her stiffened clit. His hand stayed just below, to continue giving attention to her g-spot. His other hand slid up her torso, to find a wanting nipple to rub & softly pinch.The baby oil and shave added new sensitivity. The steamy bathroom caressed their bodies in warmth. Mel continued to immerse herself in these pleasures from her holiday lover. Phil intensified his efforts as he sensed her impending climax. Then, her body tensed and her breath was held. Her cunt began to tremor, and her body expelled a gush of fluids onto Phil's chin, and the finger he explored her cunt with. It flowed down his arm & neck. Phil clamped his lips hard on Mel's clit. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him firmly to her cunt.As the intensity waned, she released his head. Phil looked up, into her sated eyes. A drip hung from his chin, then fell to the tile. “How was that?” Phil asked.“Best damn shave & facial I've ever had!” Mel said with resolve and delight.Soon she stood and turned on the shower. They locked in a steamy wet embrace and shared a deep French kiss. Coming up for air, Mel took a scrubber pouf and lathered up his entire body. Then Phil did the same. They rinsed and stepped out, where they toweled each other off. He exited to dress, as she attended her bathroom rituals.She finished and made her way to the kitchen, the smell of coffee already wafted in the air. "I see you found the coffee pot," she smiled and wandered over to take a seat upon the counter."Aye, well it wasn't too terribly hidden," he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You know, I could get used to this.""Umm, a slutty girl that wakes you with sucking your cock then lets you fuck her tits and coat her face in your cum? What's there not to get used to?" She grinned at him, "Now so long as you were oh, willing to continue bathing me up with a tongue up my snatch, we might have a deal.""I think we could arrange something like that," he grinned."Did you, umm, want to come back after you took care of the mare? Maybe we could do a little Christmas dinner?"He gave her a soft kiss, "Would love to. And considering right now I smell like cum and cunt, I don't think smelling like a girl is too high on my list of concerns."After a couple of cups of coffee, the two of them left the condo heading in different directions. He was off to the school's barns and she was off to the local grocery store, thankful that it would be open for a few hours during the daytime. Grabbing a cart, she dashed through the store, picking up the few odds and ends and one of the last fresh turkeys sitting on the shelves. It was a little larger than she wanted but in the end she was just happy to have it. Once the groceries were gathered, off to home she scooted to spend the day cooking and listening to Christmas music thinking of the things that were to come.It took about an hour longer than he expected, but once things were wrapped up at the stables Phil hopped the nearest bus back to Mel's condo. He felt a little bad showing up smelling like the stables but being a fan of horses he figured she would understand. That and he just plain rather be at her place than anywhere else for the rest of the day.Once the turkey was set in the oven, Mel worked on the house, doing more than the usual straightening. She even added a few more holiday decorating touches. Realizing that the hot kitchen abd housework built up a sweat, she scampered off to the bathroom to give herself a bit of much wanted pampering. The stereo pumped out Christmas songs while she drew a steaming hot scented bath, lit several candles, and broke out her favorite shower gel. Then slowly she lowered her body into the water and sighed contentedly.Another scrubbing was given to her body, she leaned back and just soaked in the tub. When the water finally threatened to get chilly, Mel gave her hair a thorough washing then climbed out to dry off and give herself a coating of lotion. She gave into the temptation to be lazy and wrapped herself up in a soft terry cloth robe before crashing in front of the tv to watch a parade.A quick stop off at the store delayed his return, but finally Phil found himself standing at her door, hoping she hadn't changed her mind, and knocking softly.She woke with a start on the couch, somewhere between the King Kong balloon and one of the dancing displays, she'd passed out. When the second knock at the door came she jumped up and yelled, "Coming!" In front of a mirror she paused to fluff her hair a bit, but it had dried while she slept and looked quite messy. Another couple of seconds were spent fixing her dressing robe, at least so that the neighbors didn't catch a view she didn't want them to, and finally to the door. Out of the peephole she looked, smiled to herself, and then opened the door hiding all but her leaning head behind it. "Hey. Come on in."In he stepped, pausing for a moment as he suddenly realized how unsure he was of the nature of their relationship. For a second or two he just looked at her, then lightly smiled to himself and leaned in to kiss her.She blinked, having felt the sudden awkwardness as well, and almost sighed in relief when he leaned in. Mel leaned into the kiss, leaving it only brief, and turned to head into the kitchen to check the turkey, very glad that she'd set the alarm, and so at least knew it wasn't ruined. "How was the mare? Making any progress?"He just smiled at the way she acted, in some ways if he hadn't of known any better, it would have felt like they'd been in a relationship for a while, and at the moment that felt right. Into the kitchen he followed her, taking in a deep smell of the roasting turkey. His right hand lifted and placed the pair of bags onto the counter, "the things you wanted me to pick up from the market."They settled into making dinner, once he got the chance to remove his jacket and shoes. Peeks were snuck every time her robe moved in just the right way and he wondered if she'd worn it just to be able to tease him with. Mel quickly figured out he was taking sneak peeks at her whenever the material slid against the belt and started to make a game out of it, teasing him with the occasional look.When the food got to a point where everything that needed to be cooking was, and they had a little bit of time to spare, Mel got a little grin on her face. She glanced over to Phil, "So, how would you like an early appetizer?" When he agreed, she grabbed a towel and left the kitchen. Setting the towel on the armrest, she sat upon the side of the couch, pulled apart her robe and spread her legs, "Have a taste, lover." Admittedly she had to hold down the giggle at how cheesy it was, but it was fun to say. Leaving her ass up on the armrest, she lowered her body back, and supported her body with her hands on the cushions. He legs dangled off the floor.He laughed at the cheesy statement but that didn't last long as he eagerly took up her offer, and slipped between her thighs. Soft kisses were placed along her inner thigh, up and down between cunt and knee, to tease her till he couldn't resist anymore. He plunged his tongue into her sweet hole and licked up, flicking the tip against her clit. Down to the floor he kneeled and rested her legs upon his shoulders while he lapped away at her cunt. Fingers played occasionally with her clit and gently teased against her wet hole before working a pair in.His lips focused more on her clit while he began to gently finger her twat, till he found just the way that she liked to be touched. The pace began to increase to a comfortable rhythm and suction was applied to the hardened nub while his tongue traced the alphabet upon her clit. He used his other arm to keep her thighs separate as her thighs, strengthened from riding, had begun to reflexively squeeze upon his head. The tighter she squeezed the closer he knew she was. Just when he thought he couldn't hold back much longer she let out a loud, guttural scream and his fingers were coated with a layer of her slick cum.She leaned back against her hands, panting and savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. It's been too long, she thought, too many months, years; since she'd enjoyed getting her cunt eaten and he'd gone right down twice, today. Maybe he was indeed a keeper, she mused to herself as she watched him get up, wash himself of her cum, and then tend to the meal. Only time would tell, but for this Christmas he was certainly what she'd needed and she stifled her giggle at the thought that maybe Santa had brought him early.At dinner they stuffed themselves, sharing stories, hers from the military and his from grad school. When the meal had been put away, they retreated to the living room and this time she curled right up against him instead of playing the waiting game. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his pants, perhaps after his second helping of mashed turnips, not that she could speak still clothed in her robe. As the movies played they teased each other, her occasionally stealing gropes of his boxer clad cock and him tracing circles along her navel and breasts.By the time the second movie ended it was drawing late, well late enough for the two to excuse themselves to bed, and she half dragged him to the bedroom. With a slightly hard push, Mel threw him upon his back on the bed. She slipped out of her robe and strode over to him, crawling up on the bed towards his torso. Fingers slipped into his boxers and pulled them down, letting his cock spring forth. Up to her knees she got and moved forwards till she was over his waiting member. Without waiting, she plunged down, taking his full length in one smooth stroke.Leaning forwards she rested against her hands and began to bounce her hips, riding his cock. Her world-class breasts swayed in front of him and her wavy red hair hung down, framing his face. Mel stared at him, bouncing as fast as she could without fear of dislodging him, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her tunnel and drinking in the looks on his face as she did so. Through two orgasms she rode him till his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard, just before filling her with his spunk. She held him in for a few moments longer till regretfully letting go of his cock and rolling over to the bed. Instantly she snuggled up against his body while pulling up the blankets to cover them. Her ass was wedged against his groin. His arm was over her, and cupping a boob. She raised her leg and reached way down, finding his flaccid cock. She tucked it tight against her cunt and lowered her leg back down.“Making sure your cock remains warm and comforted, Phil. Good night dear.” Her last thought was of his steady heartbeat against her ear. This became a nightly tradition over the next several days of Christmas break."3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" Came the cheers from the television, not that Mel heard, because just when the ball hit bottom, she screamed in orgasm while getting pounded from behind. Phil had a tight hold on her hips and kept slamming deep into her, driving her through three more orgasms before pulling out and spraying his load over her ass and back. Both collapsed upon the bed, panting and grinning. She leaned over to give him a tender kiss, "Now That, is the way to bring in the New Year!" A great year, and a loving, passionate, new love affair.By JagFarlane for Literotica.

What a change of fortunes for Indiana in the span of about five hours and the fellas are here to break it all down. The SEC totally collapsed, Notre Dame disrespected the troops, and we react live to the playoff rankings. Then we break down a loaded Rivalry Week slate from the Palmetto Bowl to the Lone Star Showdown and everything in between. Enjoy Thanksgiving everyone!

What motivates someone to change their career path after a life-altering event? In this episode, Kaitlyn Laney, Lead Financial Advisor at Trek Wealth Solutions, shares her journey from studying civil engineering to transitioning into financial planning after a personal family tragedy. Kaitlyn talks about her early career, including internships with major firms and how she advanced despite feeling underqualified. Listen in as Kaitlyn reflects on her decision to start her own financial firm, as well as the challenges of building a client base from scratch. You'll learn valuable lessons about perseverance, client relationships, and how to turn personal hardship into purpose-driven work. You can find show notes and more information by clicking here: https://tinyurl.com/3c5acpwr 

Every second, more than 3,000 stars are born in the visible universe. Many are surrounded by what astronomers call a protoplanetary disk - a swirling "pancake" of hot gas and dust from which planets form. The exact processes that give rise to stars and planetary systems, however, are still poorly understood. A team of astronomers led by University of Arizona researchers has used NASA's James Webb Space Telescope to obtain some of the most detailed insights into the forces that shape protoplanetary disks. The observations offer glimpses into what our solar system may have looked like 4.6 billion years ago. Specifically, the team was able to trace so-called disk winds in unprecedented detail. These winds are streams of gas blowing from the planet-forming disk out into space. Powered largely by magnetic fields, these winds can travel tens of miles in just one second. The researchers' findings, published in Nature Astronomy, help astronomers better understand how young planetary systems form and evolve. According to the paper's lead author, Ilaria Pascucci, a professor at the U of A Lunar and Planetary Laboratory, one of the most important processes at work in a protoplanetary disk is the star eating matter from its surrounding disk, which is known as accretion. "How a star accretes mass has a big influence on how the surrounding disk evolves over time, including the way planets form later on," Pascucci said. "The specific ways in which this happens have not been understood, but we think that winds driven by magnetic fields across most of the disk surface could play a very important role." Young stars grow by pulling in gas from the disk that's swirling around them, but in order for that to happen, gas must first shed some of its inertia. Otherwise, the gas would consistently orbit the star and never fall onto it. Astrophysicists call this process "losing angular momentum," but how exactly that happens has proved elusive. To better understand how angular momentum works in a protoplanetary disk, it helps to picture a figure skater on the ice: Tucking her arms alongside her body will make her spin faster, while stretching them out will slow down her rotation. Because her mass doesn't change, the angular momentum remains the same. For accretion to occur, gas across the disk has to shed angular momentum, but astrophysicists have a hard time agreeing on how exactly this happens. In recent years, disk winds have emerged as important players funneling away some gas from the disk surface - and with it, angular momentum - which allows the leftover gas to move inward and ultimately fall onto the star. Because there are other processes at work that shape protoplanetary disks, it is critical to be able to distinguish between the different phenomena, according to the paper's second author, Tracy Beck at NASA's Space Telescope Science Institute. While material at the inner edge of the disk is pushed out by the star's magnetic field in what is known as X-wind, the outer parts of the disk are eroded by intense starlight, resulting in so-called thermal winds, which blow at much slower velocities. "To distinguish between the magnetic field-driven wind, the thermal wind and X-wind, we really needed the high sensitivity and resolution of JWST (the James Webb Space Telescope)," Beck said. Unlike the narrowly focused X-wind, the winds observed in the present study originate from a broader region that would include the inner, rocky planets of our solar system - roughly between Earth and Mars. These winds also extend farther above the disk than thermal winds, reaching distances hundreds of times the distance between Earth and the sun. "Our observations strongly suggest that we have obtained the first images of the winds that can remove angular momentum and solve the longstanding problem of how stars and planetary systems form," Pascucci said. For their study, the researchers selected four protoplanetary disk systems, all of which appear edge-on when v...

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Hi cis friends! Why do you stare at us? I mean, I think I know why, and so do you. And you have to know how rude it is. So then why do you do it anyway? Let's talk about just how often it happens, the ludicrous lengths you will go to in order to keep staring at us, and how incredibly insulting it is when we already do SO much just to get you to leave us alone. Geeky ttrpg-er Kristine Chester returns to discuss inspiring each other and waiting for the Vulcans. She's making history and setting precedents! And hey... if your words are bad, change them. KRISTINE CHESTER Twitter: @12thKnight FURTHER READING (topics discussed with essays available at http://TillysTransTuesdays.com) The Trans Allegory of Barbie, The Trans Allegory of Silo s1, Interview with Wrath Goddess Sing author Maya Deane, Privilege (time and money), The Only Trans Person You Know, Trans Intersectionality, The 2022 US Trans Survey early insights, Trans Microaggressions, Misgendering and Passing, What Real Cis Acceptance Looks Like, Cis Privilege, Bad Representation, Good Representation, TERFs, Trans Politics, Body Hair, The False Dichotomy, Gendered Clothes and Trans People, Trans Kids and the Intake Exam, Trans Sports, Trans Representation in Media 2022 and 2023, Trans Roles and Stories, Trans Rights, Trans Rights 2, Trans Voices 1-3, Legal Name and Gender Marker Change, Tucking and Binding, Boymode and Girlmode, Proactive Allyship (be an accomplice), Trans Freedom (and underwear) Special thanks to Daisy and Jane for the use of "Sorry Not Sorry" as our show's theme music. Please stop by and show your support at daisyandjane.bandcamp.com and soundcloud.com/daisyandjane --Please leave us a rating on Apple Podcasts/iTunes!-- Website: pendantaudio.com Twitter: @pendantweb Facebook: facebook.com/pendantaudio Tumblr: pendantaudio.tumblr.com YouTube: youtube.com/pendantproductions

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Chapter 7: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Arriving back home, I stood on the front porch with two doors in front of me: The door to my unit, and the door to Stephanie's. I debated going up to Stephanie's, and finishing what we started in the limo; continuing our talk, but this time face to face. On her bed. With those long legs wrapped around me. With my cock deep in her cunt. [[MORE]] I reached for a handle. I opened the door to my unit and went in. Lying on my bed, my mind raced with the events of the evening. I listened hard in the dark silence, but heard nothing from Stephanie's unit upstairs. I thought about tomorrow. Sleep began to wash over me in a warm wave. Tara's lipstick matched my tie. Tim Licks His First Pussy, before going to a party. I awoke late Saturday, full of conflicted feelings. Lying there awake I tried to organize the events of the previous night in my mind. Stephanie, my step-sister's best friend, had been my date for the prom and, after an astounding display of erotic dominance, had sucked my dick in the limo. It was my first ever blowjob. She swallowed my cum, and then vanished, implying that she and I were not finished yet. Christine, my friend from church, the pastor's daughter, had secretly watched the whole thing, and later intimated to me that maybe she had been there before herself. However, despite those stimulating, erotic happenings, my mind was on Tara. In a moment of youthful stupidity I had put my foot way deep in my mouth, and I had deeply hurt one of my best friends. My mind may have been racing regarding everything going on, but the one thing I knew for sure was that I needed to make things right with her, above all else. As I took my morning piss, my eyes peeked through the blinds, and over at the bedroom window of my next door neighbor Sarah. There she sat, my biggest crush, brushing her wet hair, a towel wrapped around her. It wasn't the first time I had seen her like this, and my mind traveled back to last week, when Tara and I had shared a hot masturbation session watching Sarah drop her towel and get fucked hard by a mystery man, right there on her bed. I had watched the girl at the center of my most intense infatuations get her back splattered with spurting semen, yet the thing that put me over the edge that day was watching Tara, right next to me, finger herself to orgasm. We had shared a moment, and I don't think I truly appreciated what it had meant for either of us. Heading downstairs I found no sign of my step-mom Kelly, just a note stuck to the side of the fridge. "Went for a hike with Sandy, Don, and Brian," the first part of it read. Brian. She had been spending a lot of time with Brian lately. I didn't know much about him, but I knew what his cock looked like, as I had not too long ago seen Stephanie's mom Sandy on her knees with it in her mouth while her husband Don videotaped it. I wondered briefly if Kelly had seen that cock yet. Felt it. It was a fleeting thought though, as I knew Kelly, and in the years since my dad died she had hardly been on a single date, and spent much of her social time at church events. She surely wasn't the type. Although, I had been learning a lot recently about what church types could really be like, so who's to say what she was capable of. Reading the second part of the note, I stopped mid-bite of my apple. It wasn't the casual, "Love you - Kel" that she signed it with, but the bit that preceded it. The bit that said "Stephanie asked if you'd be able to pick her up from work tonight." The previous night's scene flashed across my mind. In a blatant power move, Stephanie had made me atone for eavesdropping on her sounds of orgasm by making me take out my cock and jerk off for her. As nervous as I was, the confidence she displayed in her dominant tone turned me on intensely. What I hadn't counted on was her finishing me off inside her hot mouth. On her knees in front of me, breasts bared, it was a position traditionally seen as submissive, but as my hot cum launched into her mouth, there was no question who was in charge. Then, her last words to me before disappearing, "you've still got a lot to make up for, and I'm not done with you yet," echoed in my mind. This girl had gone from my childhood tormentor to a friend, to, whatever this was now, and I found the mystery of the unknown in front of me both terrifying and intensely arousing. But there was still Tara. I called, and I texted, but there was no response. I honestly didn't expect one, and probably didn't deserve one. I thought about how jealous I had felt seeing her re-enter the dance with Bud Pepper on her heels. The thought that they had hooked up again ignited something in me that I wasn't ready for. I knew Tara was experienced, and not someone who shied away from her own carnal desires, but it had never bothered me before. It was only a few weeks ago that she had told me about her last encounter with Bud in graphic detail, recounting the specifics of his huge cock and the blow job that left her drenched in his cum, and I found it nothing but arousing. But I also knew that she left that encounter feeling degraded, and maybe that was part of it. Maybe seeing her respond to my equally degrading comments by running back to someone like that made me feel shame. Shame because we had shared a moment, electric and alive, orgasmic and pure, and I had ruined it by essentially calling her a slut. I cared about Tara, perhaps more than I realized, and I think maybe she had felt the same way. Until I ruined it. I needed to clear my head. I needed to go for a run. I was stretching on the front steps, head hung between my legs, my mind still in turmoil, when I heard Sarah's voice come from behind me. "You going running? she said. Bouncing back up I turned to meet her. Clad in a hot pink sports bra, tight, mid-thigh leggings, and white sneakers, she was putting her damp red hair back into a ponytail. "Yeah, great day for it, and I definitely need it," I responded, switching my stretch "Yeah, me too, especially after last night," she said offhandedly. Her hair was damp from the shower. Why was she going for a run AFTER a shower? Maybe she had just wanted to wash off all the makeup and hair product she had been covered in for the prom, but as she turned to stretch and I saw the flare of her curvy backside, I thought about what I had witnessed through her bedroom window the other day. I wondered if maybe she felt the need to wash something else off her body too. Now, I may have been a mental wreck, between thinking about Tara, Stephanie, and Christine, but I wasn't too blind to see an opportunity with the girl next door, the girl who I had spent most of my adolescence up to this point fantasizing about. "You want some company?" It was an innocent opportunity, but an opportunity nonetheless. "Yeah, sure," she exclaimed invitingly, "lead the way!" We headed off down the road, and I introduced her to my usual path through backstreets, over old train tracks, through the wooded bike path toward the lake. We didn't say much as we ran, both of us focusing on pace and our breath. When Sarah would pull ahead, I couldn't help but admire her body as it worked. Her cute bouncing ponytail, her firing back muscles, her round ass packaged lovingly in tight spandex. Staring at her ass, it was then that I wondered if she knew, If any girl knew, how often the men they crossed paths with emptied their balls fantasizing about them. How behind even the most innocent of conversations was most likely at least one furious stroke session picturing all the lewd acts they could possibly perform. I'm sure even Christine's father, the pastor of our church, had pictured a member of the congregation, maybe Sandy, maybe my step-mom Kelly, hell, maybe even Rachel, on her knees for him alone on the occasional lonely night. Fleeting thoughts that lead to momentary release, and then disappear into the ether of a cleared mind. I had pictured Sarah's ass, the ass bouncing in front of me, many times, naked, arched up in front of me, her wet cunt dripping in anticipation of me sliding my hard cock inside. I had pictured her large, perfect tits wrapped around my cock as I fucked them. Pictured her body writhing around me as she spasmed in orgasm. Pictured her contented smile as she stroked my cum all over her face and neck and breasts. But that was fantasy, and this was real, and in this moment, those fantasies were nowhere in my mind. We were just two people enjoying a run. But I knew, later on, that the person would fade, and the fantasy would return. I would stroke, I would cum, and then it would be gone. Until the next time. Reaching the upper swell of the lake, we both stopped for water, and to stretch. No longer focused on the exertion at hand, we talked about the only thing we knew we had in common at that point. "So, two dates last night, huh?"she pulled her right arm across her ample bosom with her left in a stretch. "How'd that go?" I gave a dismissive snort. "It was, something," I said, mind drifting back to the night before, "I came with two and left with none." Technically I came with two, one made me cum, and left with none, but hey who's counting, right? "What about you, how was your night?" I asked, cordially. "It was, fun. It was a fun time." she said, rather conditionally. "Bill seems,” ; like a bit of a dickhead;  “ nice," I continued, "is he your boyfriend?" "I, don't know, honestly," she mused, switching arms in her stretch, "we've been kind of on again, off again for a long time, and he's a good time, but, I don't really think he's my type." My cock twitched. I knew exactly what she meant by a "good time." "Besides, with college starting so soon, I don't think I want any attachments, you know?" "Yeah," I said, bending my knee into a long quad stretch. "So how do you know Stephanie?" I lobbed, knowing the answer full well. "She lives next door, obviously, so we've hung out from time to time." Again I knew exactly what she meant, and felt a stirring in my loins. "Do you know,” I paused, contemplating whether or not I wanted things to get heavy. I chose to let it ride. “ why she left last night?" "She's a tricky one." Sarah bent over at the waist, hoisting her ass up in a way I had seen in my fantasies many times. "She has a hard time getting close to people. Are you into her?" The girl had just sucked my soul out through the tip of my penis, of course I was into her. , Right? "We have a complicated relationship" I offered up. Sarah just nodded silently. "Get used to it" My mind drifted at that point, and all the revolving elements that I was literally running from started to coalesce again. "Race you home!" Sarah exclaimed, almost as though she could tell I needed a distraction. We headed off toward home. Exhausted but happy, we sat on the front stairs of her house, chatting over some much-needed, ice cold waters. This girl had been in my fantasies for years, and this was by far the longest conversation I had ever had with her. We laughed, commiserated over school, learned what music and movies we agreed on, and just generally enjoyed each others company. She was a great person. As we stood up to part ways, she turned back toward me momentarily, and said something no one had ever said to me before: "Hey, there's some people getting together at The Spot tonight." my heart skipped a beat. "You should come." I contained my inner excitement as I got the first, and probably last, party invitation of my high school career. "Yeah, totally. Sounds good!" I managed to squeak out, playing it as cool as possible. Sarah smiled, gave me a "see you then," and headed inside. I thought about how nice she was as I made my way back into my own house. Minutes later, during my badly needed post prom, post run shower, I thought about how nice it would be to fuck her hard from behind, like Bill did. To feel her quiver and shake in orgasm, like Bill did. But unlike Bill, when it was time, she'd roll over, chest heaving from heavy breaths, and push her large breasts together just in time for me to paint them with my cum. Collarbone to pubic bone, this goddess of my fantasies was streaked with the contents of my two aching balls as her diaphragm grew and caved in breathless lust. I grunted as I stroked myself under the hot water. I came. I wondered if she knew. Despite being a very reasonable distance away, the drive to Stephanie's work felt long and arduous. I tried Tara again, but no answer, so of course she was all I could think about as my car cruised on. By the time I got to her coffeeshop I had practically forgotten why I was there in the first place. I had momentarily forgotten the stunning blow job and the promises of debts still yet to be paid. Parking in the lot, I texted Stephanie to tell her I had arrived. Moments later my phone buzzed with her response: "come inside." It was odd, but still innocuous, so thinking none of it, I made my way inside the shop. The sign on the door said closed, and peering through the window presented me with the low light and upturned chairs of a closed establishment, but the door wasn't locked, so I went inside. The shop was quiet and empty, and the inviting smell of fresh coffee had been replaced by the vague aroma of cleaning products. I looked around for Stephanie, but saw no one. "Hello?" I asserted loudly. Standing in the silence of no reply, I heard movement coming through the door of the stock room that stood adjacent to the area behind the counter. A figure moved into the doorway; it was Stephanie. Lit from behind by the store-room bulb, it cast a golden halo around her golden hair, done up in a messy bun. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms just beneath her breasts, breasts that rested comfortably inside her form-fitting, button down shirt. Her long legs glimmered, extending down from beneath a mid-length, black tennis skirt. We stood in silence for a moment, until I offered a weak "Hi." Goddamn she looked good. She offered me no words in return, just a wry smile, an extended hand, and a single finger signaling me to follow her, before disappearing back into the store room. I entered into the dimly lit room, and found Stephanie facing me, resting herself on a table at the far end. Silence hung in the air between us again. I wondered if she ever played poker, as her mood was unreadable on her face as she looked at me. Arms still crossed across her breasts, her long legs stretched outward like a two lane runway. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" She said finally, still standing like stone. It was a complicated question. At that moment I should have been thinking about Tara, about how I had hurt my friend, possibly damaging our relationship, but with Stephanie here in front of me, with those legs in front of me, my mind went immediately to the feeling of her hands stroking and coaxing my cock and balls, the feeling of her lips sliding up and down my shaft, to the hungry moan of approval she let out right before my cum flooded her mouth. "Yes," I said, never taking my eyes off her. "Then say what you need to say so we can move on." I wasn't sure what she meant in any sense. It was a cryptic command, so I responded with what I thought I needed to say. "I'm sorry," I started, "for invading your privacy and; " "No you're not," she said, cutting me off. "I'm not?" "No. You told me yourself how much you enjoyed it. How hard it got you. How it made you cum. You're not sorry for that, so why don't you tell me what you really want to say." I was taken aback and off guard. I had not expected that reaction, and it made me unsure of what to say. What Did I really want to say? I thought about her, I thought about the time we had spent together over the past few weeks, I thought about last night. "What I really want to say is, I really enjoyed the time we spent together recently, Stephanie. I loved getting to know you as a person, as more than just my step-sister's friend; getting to interact with you in a way that's not just trading barbs and blushing when you cut me too deep. Truth is, it killed me that I hurt you, because I was really happy that we had become friends, and I really want us to stay that way." She took a moment to process my words, or possibly to test my resolve. Then, still silent, still stoic, she uncrossed her arms. The light of the store room cast the acute shadows of two hard nipples pressing through her shirt. "What else do you want?" she said as she cocked her head to the side. "I want to spend more time with you," I choked out. "What else?" She repeated. "I, want more of what happened last night," I confessed, my mouth starting to dry up. "What else?" She repeated a final time. "I want,” I paused before saying the ultimate and total truth as defined by that moment. “ you." Her tongue snaked out across her lips as a wry smile formed. She had done nothing but stand there, and my cock was now rock hard. Then, slowly, each foot stepped out to the side, spreading her legs. It wasn't a lewd display, but it created a path. A path to forgiveness. A path to enlightenment. Then, she offered up only two words, but those words struck me, compelled me, as though they were some sort of mystical command. The same two words that started us down this path last night in the limo. Two words. "Show me." I don't even remember closing the distance between us, but the next thing I knew I had gone from yards away to inches away. Stephanie looked up at me, head still cocked to the side, lips parted ever so slightly. She smelled like coffee. I felt her hands move to the hem of her skirt. My eyes traveled down her long neck, swirling in the hollow of its nape, traipsing over her collarbone. I paused momentarily on her breasts; they were perky and full, and sat inside her tight shirt in such a comfortable way that I didn't think she was wearing a bra. The shadows cast off her hard nippeles drew my eyes down again, over her tight stomach down to her skirt, where her thumbs idly stroked the hem. Never taking her eyes off me, her hands slowly started to pull back, raising her skirt up her toned, smooth thighs. It was only an inch or so, but as each fraction appeared, my breath grew more ragged. The light poured shadow between her legs like a waterfall. I unconsciously licked my lips. Bringing my gaze back up to meet hers, something had started to come over me. Some sort of hunger. My mouth was no longer dry, on the contrary, I began to salivate. Looking at me through the tops of her eyes, she commanded me again. A slight sultry smirk slid its way onto her lips. She wet them both with her tongue, and through a languid whisper the words dripped their way out of her mouth: "Down, boy." Totally entranced by the commands of this siren before me, I slowly sank to my knees without question. The stone floor of the store room felt cold and hard beneath me, but I paid it no mind. I stared into the dark shadow between her golden legs and licked my lips again. My hands found Stephanie's legs, and I ran my hands up their length instinctively, grasping the swell of her calves. I had never touched Stephanie before this point. She had obviously touched me, and I had given her the odd shoulder nudge or some other platonic clap or pat, but this was different; on my knees in front of her temple my hands grasped and rubbed at her calves not like a friend, but like a lover. My breathing was ragged. My mouth was wet. My cock was iron. My trance momentarily broke as I felt a hand, her hand, slide up the side of my face. I tore my eyes away from the great unknown and looked up at this Amazon, this queen, before me. Her eyes locked on mine, her breasts rising and falling quickly as her own breath started to get away from her, the hand on my face snaked through my hair before landing just on the back of my head. Our eye contact was unbreakable now. I licked my lips one more time. I felt gentle pressure from her hand on the back of my head. I gave in to it and Stephanie drew my face into the shadow between her golden legs. I smelled her warm musk, a scent unlike anything I had ever experienced. Something indescribable, yet undeniable, and after a journey that could have been inches, or could have been lightyears, I felt the tickle of Stephanie's pubic hair on my nose and upper lip, followed by the warm press of her skin against my mouth. My tongue snaked out of its confines and instantly I felt the lips of her cunt. Stephanie's cunt. They were wide with arousal, and as my tongue began its exploration, I tasted the sweet, wet nectar that flowed from between them. Stephanie released a long exhale, and her hand grew tighter on my hair. I had never tasted cunt before, and its flavor was electric. Something primal in me wanted it. Needed it. I felt myself growl softly and my tongue picked up pace. But it wasn't just my tongue; It was my lips, my whole mouth. I lapped and suckled, spread my tongue ravenously all around her hot center, sucked her swollen cunt lips, teased her clit. Stephanie's hand grew tighter, and her breath started to come in sharp inhales and soft moans. My hands wildly slid over her legs as I feasted. I felt the firm, ropey muscles in her thighs that would twitch every time my tongue triggered a sensitive spot. Her hand still tight on my head, my face buried deep in her cunt, it still wasn't enough. I wanted more, and in a swift move I shifted forward, eliciting a surprised cry as I swung her right leg up over my shoulder. The move caught her off guard and she tipped backward, supporting herself on the table with one arm. A button popped on her tight shirt, exposing her right breast, and she held on for dear life. Her breathing was heavy and labored, accented by a short, erotic moan on each exhale. Her grip was tight on my hair, and her hand started moving. Tilting, shifting me around, she began to direct me, to focus me. When my tongue landed on her clit she let out a long, airy "Yesss" and held my head firm. Her hips began to move. Holding my head in place, my tongue and lips locked on to her pleasure button, she began to shift and gyrate. She ground her wet cunt onto my tongue and lips. She fucked my face. "Yes, oh, yes,” she started moaning, "that's it," a small squeal, "good boy, " My cock throbbed and I groaned deep into her cunt when she said that. She found her rhythm, my tongue now hitting all the right spots, and her moans became louder, more frequent. Her hips writhed harder, her leg over my shoulder began to shake. "Oh yes," she squealed again, "good boy" again, "good boy," again, "good boy!" Then all at once I was in familiar terrain. Her squealing, her moaning, her grunts of approval, all coalesced, funneling down into a single sound, a single moment, that I was intimately familiar with. Her whole body shook, she tensed tightly, and then a sound, a moan, of complete lust and release echoed out of her core like a symphony in three, erotically distinct movements: Short, Short, Long. Her body writhed, her cunt spasmed, and I held on for dear life as Stephanie, my step sister's best friend, the girl who spent years relentlessly teasing and torturing me, orgasmed explosively into my mouth. Sweet, warm, wetness cascaded over my lips and chin. It was a flavor both unfamiliar, yet somehow deeply recognizable. My tongue continued moving through her convulsions, attempting to prolong her pleasure to the best of my ability. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows arched, her mouth open in a tight "O" shape, I watched as the energy passed through her. She hunched over now, as the last ebbs worked their way out, and she had both hands in my hair. Then, when she couldn't take any more and the sensitivity was too much, she uttered an "Ok, ok!" and disengaged my still suckling mouth from her spent cunt. She pushed me off gently, and then slumped backward on the table, still chasing a calm breath. I stood up, wiping the rest of her cum off my mouth, and looked down at her. Legs shiny with sweat, still akimbo from weakness, leaning back on the table, one breast exposed and heaving through exhausted breath, stray shocks of blonde hair strewn about her beautiful face, obscuring one eye, It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Was that Ok?" I asked, half honestly curious, half well aware of the answer. She looked at me silently, her poker face returning as she buttoned her shirt. She stood straight, patted her skirt, and brushed the hair away from her eye in an attempt to straighten herself out. She closed the distance between us, eyes roaming over me, inspecting me. She still smelled like coffee, but now it was mixed with an earthier, natural aroma. Our eyes locked in silence. My heart beat like a trip hammer. My cock throbbed in my pants, straining, begging for a repeat of last night, but never daring to request it. I was powerless, vibrating with horniness, caught in the tractor beam of her eyes. It was a dominant stare, a stare that instructed me that I hadn't made her cum, that she had only allowed me to be a part of her orgasm. That it was a privilege that could be revoked. Then in a clearing of her throat, breaking the trance state we were in, one hand reached up and wiped a stray smear of her own cum off my cheek, and she said "I'll see you in the car." She walked past me, out of the store room, and into the cool night, leaving me flabbergasted and hard as calculus. The ride home was silent. I was too shaken by what had just happened to talk. Stephanie rode with her back to the passenger side door, her long legs stretched across the bench seat of my sedan, white sneakers resting across my thigh. It wasn't just a position of comfort; she was marking her territory. Reminding me. Parking the car when we got home, we exited the car with no words passing between us. I watched her walk toward her front door, her tight, athletic ass sashaying the hem of her skirt back and forth. A skirt I had just had my head under, which draped over legs I had just had my face between, had felt vibrate and spasm around me as she orgasmed. With all the force I could muster up, as though I were sending an interplanetary message, I launched a too-loud "Hey!" out of my mouth as she mounted the stairs. She said nothing, just turned back to look at me with that same cocked-eyebrow poker face. "There's a party at The Spot tonight, if you wanted to come," I offered up. She paused for a moment in consideration, and then answered a solitary "Maybe." Continuing up the stairs she disappeared into her unit. I rushed into my unit with the intention to relieve the seismic pressure built up in my balls, but was deterred when I found my step-mom Kelly sitting at the dining room table having a drink. With Brian. Neither one of them were wearing their hiking gear, so this was definitely a post-hike, post-shower, second hang out. You might call it a date even. Suddenly my one track mind was diverted, and I joined them for a friendly chat. I normally wouldn't have injected myself into my step-mom's potential love life, afterall she deserves love as much as anyone, maybe even more. Perhaps that's why I did it. Perhaps it was because I knew what Brian was about. I had seen his thick, veiny cock pump hot semen into the mouth of Kelly's best friend Sandy in a kinky threesome of some kind, and perhaps the thought of such a hulk pawing and grunting over my gentle, sweet, step mother just didn't sit well with me. She deserved more than that, and I wanted her to be happy. But then again, as I watched them interact, she clearly enjoyed his company, smiling and laughing in a way that I hadn't seen since before my dad had died. Maybe she was happy, and I should just butt out. I lost track of time, doing my best to wait Brian out until he decided to leave. Ultimately I blinked first, and had to say my goodbyes and rush to get ready to go to the party. As I quickly showered, only then did I wonder if Brian or Kelly could smell Stephanie on me. I remembered the taste of Stephanie's cunt. My cock twitched, but there was no time. Driving out to The Spot, I had no idea what to expect. It was my first high school party, possibly my last, and I wanted to make the best of it. I thought about Sarah, and whether she'd be there with Bill, or alone, and if maybe I should try to continue what I started with her if she was flying solo. I thought about Stephanie, and whether I'd be able to function if she showed up, or if I'd freeze, still reeling from the day's events. And then I thought about Tara. There was a chance Tara might be there, and if she was, maybe I could finally talk to her. Parking my car in the field next to the others, I took a deep breath and headed down a path through the woods. Loud chatter could be heard up ahead, and an orange glow flickered in front of my eye from far away. I traveled toward it and it grew bigger, finally revealing a sizable bonfire in the center of a clearing. Kids lingered around it and near it, drinks in hand, chatting, laughing, reveling, and it was, awesome. There had been nothing to fear;  I was handed a beer by a smiling classmate of mine immediately upon arrival, and was welcomed to the party. I scanned the crowd with no luck looking for Sarah, but I quickly caught sight of Mike and Kerri, who waved me over gleefully. They were talking with a bubbly, bleached blonde who I didn't recognize from school. She was introduced to me as Kerri's cousin Mandy, and she was a tiny firecracker of a girl. Kerri was a small girl, but Mandy was tiny. Topping out at five-foot-nothing, she had a smile that was brighter than the bonfire, and she wasn't stingy with its application. She wore a loose-fitting sweater that hung off the cliffs of breasts that seemed too large for her tiny frame. They sat high and hard, pushing considerable cleavage up past the neckline of her sweatshirt, a neckline cut so wide that it slid down off her shoulder slightly, revealing a black bra strap. Tight leggings ran down over a large, hard, cushion of an ass and solid-looking thighs before dipping into the tops of tall cowboy boots. Much like her tits, this was an ass that seemed exceptional for her frame. These gifts of physique I would later find out were thanks to years of competitive gymnastics and cheerleading. Mandy and I hit it off, and once we learned we were going to the same college next year we bonded; I'm sure it was because we knew it would be nice to have a familiar face ready for the excursion out into the world that was coming. It was easy to make her laugh, and addicting when she did. Mandy was an open book, showing no hesitancy in talking about herself or her life, like how she got breast implants as soon as she turned 18 to help with body image after recovery from an eating disorder. She didn't keep secrets, and she didn't want you to either. We were so focused on each other that we didn't even realize that Mike and Kerri had moved on, leaving us to chat amongst ourselves. Feeling the call of nature, I reluctantly excused myself, and headed out into the woods to take a leak on the promise that I would be right back with more drinks. A beaming smile, and a "can't wait," from her later, I was floating out into the trees looking for a secluded spot to do my business. I decompressed this feeling as I relieved myself; I had met someone, someone real, someone new, someone who wasn't a friend or a neighbor I'd known for years, someone I connected with in a way that seemed mutual. It was exciting. Tucking myself away, I turned to head back when I heard a snap, and a low, muffled grunt. Curious, I took a step in its direction, pausing, waiting for another signifier. I didn't wait long, as low, deliberate breaths fluttered through the air. I walked quietly toward the sounds, toward a gathering of large boulders. As I peeked my head between two of them I saw two figures, not fifteen feet away, huddled by one of the other large rocks. As my eyes adjusted further to the dark I recognized them; it was Mike and Kerri. I could only see the back of Kerri, however; while the larger Mike leaned back against the stiff rocks, the diminutive Kerri was on her knees in front of him. The labored breaths were coming from Mike, and I watched Kerri's curly mane of black hair bob back and forth as she sucked his cock. Her hands ran up and down his legs as her head moved in a tempoed, rhythmic pattern, slowly and lovingly coaxing him closer and closer toward orgasm. My own cock twitched, suddenly remembering my delayed release from earlier, but I made no attempt to use their intimate moment for my own pleasure. I had other things on my mind, and besides, these were my friends; I was happy for them and they deserved their privacy. I smiled, and then headed back to the party, leaving them, leaving Mike, to finish. Returning to the party, I scanned the crowd for Mandy as I headed toward the drinks. Clearly a social butterfly, I found her looking right at home chatting with Suzie Travino. I admired her for a moment, taking in the tease of her exposed shoulder through her sweatshirt, the way her ass wiggled as she switched her weight from one foot to the other. Looking over toward me she all at once caught my gaze, flashed me that luminescent smile, and waved. I began to melt. I waved back, but as I started over to join her again, I tensed up immediately as my eyes fell on two new arrivals as they were lit up by the fire's glow; it was Sarah, and alongside her was a ravishing vision. It was Stephanie. She came. My cock twitched. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down onto the shoulders of a black leather jacket. Her breasts pushed against a white t-shirt underneath, and her long, nyloned legs grew from the tops of fashionable boots up into the cuffs of cut off shorts that hugged close to her crotch. Stephanie had come to this high school party and, much like the prom, she had dressed to impress. Stephanie made eye contact with me, but continued walking, making no effort to acknowledge my presence; I was iced out completely. I thought of Rachel and her "Ew, gross!" exclamation. I sipped my beer and reflected on the moment. I thought about how not a few hours earlier I had tasted her cunt, had made her cum, and now it was like I didn't exi; "Hey, you get lost?" I heard a voice say with a giggle, snapping me out of my trance. Looking in its direction I was greeted again by that smile, Mandy's smile, and contentment returned. "Yeah, a little bit," I said wistfully. "Better stick by me then," she smiled, "The woods can be dangerous without a buddy!" We chuckled and I took a moment to take in this petite light ray of a girl. Feeling some sort of energy between us, I decided to attempt something I'd never attempted before. "Hey, it's pretty loud here, do you want to; " But I was thwarted. "Who's this, Timmy?" Stopping mid-sentence, I looked over to see Stephanie standing right near me, practically inserting herself between Mandy and me. I was too caught off guard by the intrusion to form an answer. There was a look in her eyes I couldn't place. A meanness. "Hi, I'm Mandy," she said, hand outstretched, smile beaming once again. Stephanie shook her hand and smiled dimly, "Stephanie," was all she said. "How do you guys know each other?" Mandy inquired. "Oh Timmy and I go way back," Stephanie began through a Cheshire cat grin, "He's my best friend's little brother." I tried to interject and save myself further emasculation, but Stephanie cut me off again. "You know, I couldn't find the drinks, Timmy, why don't you be a friend and get me one?" I was halfway to the drinks before I realized I hadn't even questioned Stephanie's request. I had just made myself look like a chump in front of Mandy, a new girl who I felt like I had a connection with. Turning back from the table with a second drink, I noticed Stephanie and Mandy had parted company. Mandy was chatting with a returned Mike and Kerri, and Stephanie had simply disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly I heard a chuckle from behind me. It was Sarah. "You saw that, huh?" I said, mortified. "Brutal," she said in return. She reached toward me, and tapped the rim of her cup to mine. "Remember what I said," she intoned as we both took a drink, "get used to it." A smile and a sultry eyebrow raise followed as a chaser, and then Sarah drifted off into the crowd. The rest of the party was uneventful, and despite rejoining Mike, Kerri and Mandy, I never again had the opportunity to have Mandy to myself. We chatted in a group, and occasionally my gaze would cast across the crowd, and through the orange flickers of firelight I thought I would catch Stephanie watching me. In the middle of a particular anecdote, I seemingly struck a vein of hilarity, as Mandy broke out in uproarious laughter. There's nothing in the world that sky rockets the self esteem quite like making a beautiful girl laugh, and the feeling of her hand on my arm sliding from bicep to wrist sent me an electric message that even I wasn't dumb enough to miss. Which was why it was so much more deflating to hear Stephanie's voice from behind. "How's about a ride home, Timmy?" The laughter died down, and we stood there awkwardly for a moment. Truth be told the party was winding down, but I wanted to milk these moments with Mandy for as much as I could. Still, I didn't want to be totally rude to Stephanie and look like a jerk, either. "Sure, when did you want to go?" I said, as a courtesy. "Now is good," Stephanie replied. My stomach dropped; she called my bluff. "Sure, Stephanie," I demurred, and I began to say my goodbyes. Before I could get over my awkwardness enough to ask Mandy for her number, however, I felt a hand on my wrist, and a pull away from my friends. The vision of Mandy faded into the dimming light of the fire as Stephanie led me back toward the car. The drive home was once again silent, but for a different reason now. I was fuming. I had hoped to see Mandy again in the future, but after that display from Stephanie, chances seemed very unlikely. I could always get Mandy's number from Kerri, but I was now too embarrassed to ask. I kept my eyes firmly on the road ahead - I didn't even want to look at Stephanie. The old Stephanie had come out tonight, the one who got nothing but pure joy from embarrassing and debasing me, and I was angry. I pulled my car into park on the dark street beside our building. Silence hung thick in the air between us. "Mandy seemed nice," Stephanie finally said. I felt my blood pressure rise as the words hit my ears. I looked over at Stephanie as she nonchalantly gathered up her things, getting ready to leave. This was it; she had been jerking me around for two days, reveling in every bit of power she lorded over me, but this was the last straw. She grabbed her purse off the floor, mindlessly checking her phone as my eyes dug daggers into her I had too much self respect to let Stephanie walk all over me the way she always had, regardless of anything that had happened between us. I was going to give her a piece of my mind, I was going to; I heard the dry squawk of fabric on leather as Stephanie slid across the long bench seat of my car, sidling up next to me, and in the same motion, with the same mindless detachment afforded to picking up a purse or checking a phone, Stephanie reached down and began to unfasten my belt and pants. Too shocked, or maybe too horny, to protest, I sat still as she spread the top of my pants wide. Her hand then reached in through the opening of my underwear and fished out my rapidly hardening cock. I felt the cool air pass over the sensitive skin. Stephanie's attitude never changed, even as her hand started sliding up and down my shaft at a moderate pace. This wasn't the slow, deliberate blowjob from last night, nor was it frantic and quick with lust. It was a deliberate, efficient, pump-pump-pump. My balls were boiling, and I started to moan. Still backed up and without the release necessary after the events of earlier in the day, they were heavy and full, and began to twitch and shift as Stephanie's continued her ministrations. Pump-pump-pump My body was overwhelmed by the sensations of her consistent, deliberate tempo. Her fingers slid up and over the ridges of my cockhead over, and over, and over again, all with her expression never changing. Pump-pump-pump Precum trickled down my length, over her nimble fingers Pump-pump-pump My balls were pulling tight toward my body. Pump-pump-pump I felt the pressure start to coil down into the base of my cock. Pump-pump-pump My hips started to shift and thrust , Pump-pump-pump, , pump-pump-pump, , pump-pump-pump, Something deep inside snapped, and I threw my head back. I felt a long, tight squeeze in my balls, and then they started to spasm and bounce as hot, white cum erupted out of me in a torrent, pumping deep and hard out of my cockhead. , Pump-pump-pump, I tried to let out a moan, but I was so overcome by the sudden onset of such intense sensation that all I could muster were gasps. , pump-pump-pump, Stephanie had tipped my cock back toward my body right before I came, so now the whole front of my shirt was splattered and wet as she coaxed more and more jizz out of my frustrated balls. Pump-pump-pump My spent cock throbbed, my cum slowed to a slight dribble, and then as quickly as it all began, it was over. The feeling of her hand on my cock was gone, and my eyes cracked open as I felt her drag it across my jean-clad thigh, once, then again. Still cum-drunk and bewildered, I looked over at Stephanie. Even after pulling a flood of cum out of my balls, nothing in her demeanor changed. She gathered her things, shimmied back to the passenger side door, and before pulling the handle, looked back at me. "Pick me up from work next Saturday, same time." It wasn't a request, it was a command. All I could muster in reply was a hoarse "no problem," and with that she was gone. I sat there quietly, mind blank, covered neck to groin in my own semen. My head lolled back, I shut my eyes, and I let out a long, slow breath. Chapter 8: Tim Finally learns what happened to Tara at the prom. Sitting in the church pew, eyes closed, head hung in supposed prayer, the pastor's words made no impression on me. I didn't even register them AS words, just sonic background noise wafting over me as my mind conjured explicit images inappropriate for any public gathering, let alone a house of worship. I remembered how Stephanie's legs trembled and shook as her sweet cum flooded my mouth. How her hand grasped and pulled at my hair, the same hand that hours later so cavalierly stroked me to an explosive orgasm. I thought about Mandy, the bubbly ray of sunshine, but only briefly. My mind quickly returned to the feeling of Stephanie's hand on my cock, or her cunt on my tongue, any time something new caused it to stray. Good boy. She called me "Good boy." There I sat, in church, in the middle of a prayer, hard as a fucking rock. The post-church hang out with Christine, the pastor's daughter, helped clear my head, though, as I could focus on someone else other than myself. I was horny, I was curious, and I had some questions about the rest of prom night with Christine and Bobby Dorf after we left. But Christine spoke up first. "Looks like Kelly's got a new friend, huh?" she said, taking a long pull from her milkshake. She of course spoke of Brian, who had joined my step mom Kelly at church today, this time without Sandy and Don. "Yeah, I guess," I intoned flatly. Christine and I were enjoying our ice cream at picnic tables off to the side of the ice cream parlor, and I definitely didn't want to be thinking about Kelly's love life while we did it. "Is that her boyfriend?" Christine asked. "No idea, but it kinda seems like it," I responded flatly again. "That's great, she deserves it." Chrstine could sense my lack of enthusiasm. "You don't seem too thrilled about it; is he a jerk or something?" "Nah, he's fine," I said with some flair, trying to break my stoicism. It wasn't a lie. The truth was, in fact, that no, he wasn't a jerk. I had spent over an hour talking with him and Kelly the previous night, looking for cracks, looking for reasons to hate the guy, but he actually seemed pretty great. If he were any other guy I'd be thrilled. Any other guy whom I hadn't seen tit fucking Kelly's best friend Sandy and cumming on her face while her husband Don filmed it. He was perfectly nice, kinda great, even, but I was very protective of Kelly, and I didn't trust Brian's intentions. "He's fine, I'm just, trying to get used to it." Also true. I had been the only man in Kelly's life since dad died, and though I knew this day would eventually come, I wasn't altogether prepared for someone else to enter into the picture. "Yeah, I understand," Christine said, reaching out her hand to place it lovingly over mine in support. She smiled brightly at me, and I back at her. She looked so gorgeous. The slight breeze made the edges of her long, brown hair dance across her pronounced collar bone. This week's split personality ensemble consisted of plain slacks on the bottom, and a tight button down blouse on top. The blouse had been buttoned up high during the church service, but the moment she dropped into the front seat of my car, her fingers quickly popped three buttons open, and I heard a sigh of relief as the cool, spring air spread over her emancipated décolletage. Even now, as she smiled at me with warmth and support, my thoughts flew to the cleavage I could see through the opening of her shirt. Christine had modest breasts, but even so the slight swell peeking out made my cock stir. Even more than her breasts, however, was the hint of black, lace bra I could see holding them. It was sheer and delicate, and even with that small hint I knew: Christine, the pastor's daughter, had worn lingerie to church. Immediately my dirty mind had questions. How much lingerie did she have? What kinds? Who had had the pleasure of seeing it? Had Bobby? I decided I needed to at least try and find out. "So," I said, attempting to move the focus off of me, "how was the rest of your night after the prom?" "It was, fine," she said. Now it was her turn to deflect with flat intonation. "Come on, what does fine mean?" I pressed. "It means it was, fine." She repeated. She showed no signs of embarrassment, so I had a feeling nothing scandalous happened, but even so, I wanted to get to the bottom of her dour tone. "You gotta give me more than that! There's no reason to be shy, especially not after what you saw!" Her cheeks blushed. There was the shyness. "I didn't see anything!" This of course was a lie. Christine had watched through the slight opening of the limo window as Stephanie sucked my dick. I caught her act of voyeurism as I was cumming, and we made eye contact as hot semen pulsed into Stephanie's throat. She even commented breathlessly on Stephanie's performance later that night as we slow-danced. It was safe to say she saw something, and what's more, I think it turned her on. Maybe that's what she was embarrassed about. Needless to say, I found her girlish denial extremely sexy. "Oh, you saw something, alright," I teased, "the question is, what'd BOBBY see?" "Nothing!" "Ah of course, I forgot who I was talking about - the king and queen of chaste virtue!" She laughed and dropped her shaking head into her hands, embarrassed. "you guys just left the prom and sat quietly for a while, right," I continued to push, "did you do some knitting or something?" "Fine, fine!" She exclaimed at last through an embarrassed chuckle. I could see the tops of her breasts bounce ever so slightly when she laughed. "After the prom, Bobby drove me home. After we parked, I leaned over to say thanks and give him a peck on the cheek goodnight kiss, but I guess we were both kinda worked up, " Gee, I wonder why? “ and we started making out." "That doesn't sound so bad," I said, cheerily. It was hard to imagine Bobby Dorf making out with anyone, let alone a smokeshow like Christine, but here we were. "No, that wasn't the problem, the problem was, " I thought I saw her nipples start to harden through her shirt. “ the problem was that I got a little too carried away and reached down and grabbed his, you know, through his pants." "Ooh, well now!" I exclaimed, my eyebrows shooting sky high. "It gets worse though," she said, rubbing her temple with her fingers, "when I touched him, he, slapped my hand like he was swatting a fly." She revealed this through a wincing face, as though she were waiting for some kind of cosmic punishment. "Like you were a bad dog?" I marveled. "Yeah, basically,” she lamented. "Well," I started, pausing as I collected my thoughts, "that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Someone to lead you not into temptation?" Christine bit her thumb as she listened to me test her resolve. "Someone, nice?" Nibbling her nail slightly she nodded slowly. "Yeah, that's what I said. That's what I, want." The lacy fringe of her black bra was visible as the breeze pushed the open wings of her shirt around on her chest. "When's his prom?" I inquired. "Next weekend." "Well there you go, plenty of time to cool down and try again," I assured her, "you'll be fine." she nodded again, lost in thought. Her nipples pushed hard against her blouse. I'd be lying if I said Christine wasn't in my thoughts that night as I stroked my cock. Despite everything that had happened in the last few days, Christine's crisis of carnal repression was endlessly arousing to me. She was clearly horny as hell, and Bobby Dorf had probably made the biggest mistake of his life by shutting her down. Stopping her from touching his dick. From pulling it out of his pants and stroking it. From dropping her salivating mouth down over its head and slurping wildly up and down. I knew she wouldn't have fucked him, but would she let him cum in her mouth? Would she swallow? My mind then shifted to the party at The Spot; to Mike and Kerri hidden away among the rocks while Kerri sucked Mike's cock. I wondered if that was all they did, or if Mike had stood her up and turned her around and slid into her from behind. I wondered if he had felt her cunt around his cock yet, and in my fantasies of course he was bareback, and of course she screamed in ecstasy as he coated her inner walls with hot spunk. Then there was Mandy. The bubbly petite blonde with the big natural smile and the big fake tits. I imagined it was her and me out by the rocks, not Mike and Kerri, and it was Mandy on her knees sucking on my cock for a while before she climbed on top and rode me hard while my hands got a firm grasp on her amazing, toned ass, culminating in her giggling that infectious, excited giggle as I painted her big fake tits with my seed. I grunted, I tensed, I came. I wonder if she knew. I had looked forward to the coming week because I figured Tara could only avoid me for so long, but turns out she was much better at it than I expected. I hardly caught any glimpses of her throughout the days, and when I did, she was hanging around with Bud Pepper. What's more, she seemed to be enjoying it! Something had happened at the prom between them that moved Bud from the "two time dud" column to someone she actually wanted to spend time with, and that low pang deep inside me returned every time I saw them. We had class with Ms. Dorman twice this week, and I figured that gave me two chances to try and make amends. However, Ms. Dorman and I were both surprised when Tara was nowhere to be seen at the first class of the week. She popped in just before the bell, looking rather out of sorts, so she could be marked as having attended, but trying to approach her was no good, as she was gone as quickly as she arrived. On Thursday I sat there alone again, watching the clock, and sure enough Tara breezed in with seconds left before the bell. This time, however, I was ready to go after her. We needed to talk, and I was tired of being in the dark with one of my best friends. The bell rang, and I waded into the sea of transitioning students in pursuit of Tara. Pushing through the current, I got close, and shouted her name desperately. She stopped and turned toward me, but before I could say anything, she started to head off again. "Tara, PLEASE," I practically shouted after her. She stopped. She turned. "Please, Tara," I begged, "please talk to me. I miss you." We stood in silence as the river of students ran around us. "Tomorrow," She said finally, "my house." I exhaled a breath I felt I had been holding for a year, and nodded. We took one last look at each other and then Tara continued on into the flow of students. Tomorrow. Ok. It was a start. The school day crawled by on Friday, but it eventually ended. When I got home, I chatted with Kelly and had dinner. It didn't even bother me that Kelly was headed out to meet up with Brian because my mind was focused on one thing only: that evening's talk with Tara. Three knocks on the front door of her house. My stomach dropped as I waited for an answer. I was nervous. We had known each other for years, but I was still nervous. I didn't know what to expect, whether she was just going to scream at me, whether she would even say anything at all. After what felt like forever her door finally opened, and there stood Tara. She was dressed comfortably in lounge shorts and a black tank top. The white strap of her bra peeked out beneath the shoulders of her top. No hug, not even a "hi," she just looked at me, then left the door open for me to follow as she headed down the stairs into the basement. Not off to a great start. The lighting was low and moody, and despite it being a room I had spent many hours in, at that moment the normally cozy basement felt foreign and unfamiliar. Tara seated herself at the far end of the couch and waited for me to join her. The tension was obvious, so I sat in the lazy boy across from her. She said nothing. I didn't know what to say myself, my mind racing, my stomach in knots, and so in silence we sat. I knew she wasn't going to make the first move. I had to do what I came here to do: talk. A sound started deep in my chest and gurgled up my throat into my cotton-dry mouth, and I couldn't stop it as it birthed itself out. I didn't even realize what I had said until the last syllable left my lips. It was the last thing I ever would have dared to say, but it also was the one thing I knew might bridge the gap between us. "Truth or Dare." Silence. A long silence that left me adrift in my own stupi; "Truth." The word echoed in my ears. I wasn't sure where to begin. There were so many things I wanted to know, so many questions I had, but at that moment only one made sense to me. "I hurt you, didn't I? When I said you had fucked half the people in class?" There was a long pause, and then a simple "Yes." "I am so sorry, Tara," I started, all the apologetic word-vomit pushing its way up out of my mouth, "I never meant to, it was just; " "Truth or dare," she interjected, cutting me off. I was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, and after collecting my thoughts I responded with a simple "Truth." I expected another long pause, but Tara was ready with her question, and delivered it pointedly: "Did you know I was a virgin?" I heard the words, but they did not compute. "What?" "Did you know I was a virgin?" She repeated "I, no." I wanted to follow up, but I also wanted to play by the rules. "Truth or Dare?" "Truth." "All your stories, how is that possible?" This time she did pause. "I, made no secret that my hands, my mouth, were all ready and willing, and it was all loads of fun, but I'd never,” the pause came back. “ I'd never gone all the way. I wanted that one to be for me. For someone special." She was staring me dead in the eye. At the prom, her lipstick matched my tie. "Tara I'm sorry, I; " again she cut me off. "Truth or dare?" she said, my eyes never leaving hers. "Truth." "What happened when you went to meet Stephanie in the limo?" It was my turn to hesitate. My stomach dropped again. Normally I would have loved to have regaled her with a salacious story of my own for once, but there was a slight sadness to her voice as she had asked. "I tried to apologize to her, but she said we weren't equal yet. That I had heard her cum, but she hadn't heard me cum. She told me to jerk off for her - so I did." Tara's legs shifted against each other as I spoke. "Then when I was getting close she told me to stop," I said, searching Tara's face for any signal to stop. I saw none. “ and she took off the top of her dress and she sucked my cock. I came in her mouth." "Did she swallow?" Tara offered quickly. "Yes," I said, bending the rules of the game. The silence returned, and Tara's gaze fell to the ground. Tara's Secret "Truth or Dare, Tara." I said, breaking the silence. There was more going on here, and I needed to get to the bottom of it. "Truth." She asserted, looking back up at me. There was only one thing I needed to know: "At the prom, where did you go? What happened with you and Bud?" Tara brought one hand up to her face, and bit her nail nervously as she decided where and how to begin. "You know, people talk, people say things," she began, "people call me a slut, think I'm easy, and I really do my best not to let it get to me. Honestly it's made high sc

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Stop getting rejected by “I'm not interested….” Tucking your tail between your legs and walking to the next door. This is the ultimate strategy. It's shockingly easy to get past,  “I'm not interested.”  Watch this to find out. It becomes even easier when you use the guide prepared by RSRA: Sniff the Scum Out! The Insider's Guide to Choosing The Right Roofing & Solar Contractor. Especially because you'll have the trustworthy endorsement as a Member of RSRA. Because RSRA has been seen on Fox News, ABC, NBC, CBS, and USA Today. The news sources your homeowners trust. Combine the strategies I showed you in this video with the ultimate endorsement…  And you'll outsell, outgrow, and outcompete the rest as we stomp the scum out.  Get access to all of that and more. Become one of us: https://www.rsra.org/join or call/text 303-222-7133=============Join the Roofing & Solar Reform Alliance to OutSell, OutGrow, and OutCompete the Rest as We STOMP The Scum Out!     -  Sales Training & Ongoing Support     -  Endorsement & Differentiation     -  Mentorship & CollaborationBecome one of us: https://www.rsra.org/joinText ‘DEMO' 303-222-7133 or call.FREE Training Center: https://theroofstrategist.com/free-training-centerGet My Book: https://a.co/d/7tsW3LxCONTACTCall/Text: 303-222-7133Email: help@roofstrategist.comFOLLOW ADAM BENSMANhttps://www.facebook.com/adam.bensman/https://www.facebook.com/RoofStrategist/https://www.instagram.com/roofstrategist/https://www.tiktok.com/@roofstrategisthttps://www.linkedin.com/in/roofstrategist/#roofstrategist #roofsales #d2d  #solar #solarsales #roofing #roofer #canvassing #hail #wind #hurricane #sales #roofclaim #rsra #roofingandsolarreformalliance #reformers

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Gayson and Guestie Bestie Pam head back to DILF Manor for another review of their newest fave reality show "For the Love of DILFs." Will Gayson's crush disappoint him, will he find a new Himbo of his dreams, will Jimmy the Postman continue to be awkward? Find out the answers to all these burning questions as they also gab about nicknames, Gayson's rules for sleeping over and much more. Grab a Stormy Daniels inspired cocktail or mocktail ready for a good ole fashioned gabfest! Leave us a voicemail with your comments, questions and episode requests at (636) 400-3732‬! Show Notes: ⁠⁠For the Love of DILFs Season 2 Trailer ⁠ OUT TV All Things Gayson ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gayson's Amazon Wishlist⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Out of the Holigay Closet Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Keeping the Yuletide Gay Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gabbing with Gayson's Website ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gab with Gayson on Facebook! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Become a Patreon Pal! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gabbingwithgayson/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gabbingwithgayson/support

Rabbi Steve Berkson opens the floor to the local congregants and those listening online to ask questions or make comments about any aspect of our belief.• Yahweh knows your intentions• Are the pharmaceutical companies the ‘drug sorcery' in Revelation?• Tucking in my tzitzit?• What do we do about trauma?• Miracles, signs and wonders?• The devil did not make you do it!Take advantage of new teachings every week. Please click the "LIKE" button if this podcast has been a blessing.To learn more about MTOI, visit our website, https://mtoi.org.Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mtoiworldwideFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mtoi_worldwideYou can contact MTOI by emailing us at admin@mtoi.org or calling 423-250-3020. Join us for Shabbat Services & Torah Study LIVE, streamed on our YouTube Channel every Saturday at 1:15 pm and every Friday for Torah Study Live Stream at 7:30 pm, eastern time.

omg what the heck Hi!!! here's a cutie lil snippet of our most recent Patreon bonus eppy! all our bonus eppys have neverending Zoomies and Unfiltered thoughts! hi sick lil freaks!!! In this super duper up close episode of Two Idiot Girls Gone WILDDDDD why we think our bestie Alex could be the most decorated Canadian olympian of ALL TIME, our thoughts on Regina George being a lesbian, and our current favorite bits! IF you want to hear the rest of this episode (because why wouldn't you???) you can listen to the rest it AND look at a bunch more bonus content at patreon.com/twoidiotgirls !! love youuuu!!

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Show Notes Follow Afton on Instagram here:  https://www.instagram.com/aftonporter She is answering your style question on Instagram the month of November.  Be sure to go give her a follow.   In this episode, we dive into the resurgence of wide-leg jeans and how you can incorporate them into your wardrobe. Whether you're 20 or 60, we believe style has no age limit and everyone can rock this trend. We discuss:   The cyclical nature of fashion: How trends from past decades make a comeback. The return of wide-leg jeans as a reaction to the dominance of skinny jeans. Wide-leg jeans and age: How anyone, regardless of age, can rock wide-leg jeans. The importance of fit and comfort. Balancing your outfit: Tips on creating a balanced silhouette with wide-leg jeans. How to choose the right length for your jeans. Style tips for wearing wide-leg jeans: From finding the right fit to pairing with the right tops, shoes, and washing options. Examples of dressy wide-leg pants and where to wear them: We explore different styles of wide-leg pants like Palazzo Pants, Suiting Trousers, High Waist Wide-Leg Pants, Evening Wide-Leg Pants, and Jumpsuits with Wide-Leg Pants. Wide-leg pants in the workplace: Can high-profile women wear wide-leg pants to work? Yes, they can! We share some styling tips to maintain a professional look. Additional Points:   Wide-leg pants offer the best of both worlds with a high waist and flowy fabric. They provide comfort without compromising on style. To prevent your outfit from looking too casual, focus on fit. Even oversized pieces like wide-leg pants should be tailored properly. When styling wide-leg pants for the office, it's suggested to pair them with a work-acceptable bodysuit or a close-fitted top rather than a crop top. This helps maintain a professional appearance while balancing the volume of the pants. Wide-leg pants can be flattering as they give the illusion of an hourglass figure. Tucking in your top or keeping it short can further enhance this effect. For an even more polished look, consider cinching the waist with a belt. Most importantly, remember that any woman, regardless of her size, can wear wide-leg pants. They're great for women of all ages, heights, and body shapes as they accentuate the waist. Avoid Too Much Volume: If you're wearing wide-leg pants, it's generally recommended to balance them with a fitted or tucked-in top. An oversized top paired with wide-leg pants can create too much volume and may not flatter your figure. Consider Your Height: While petite women can certainly wear wide-leg pants, the proportion is key. Opt for high-waisted styles to elongate the legs and avoid pants that are too voluminous or long, as they can overwhelm a petite frame. Mind the Occasion: Wide-leg pants might not be suitable for certain activities or settings. For example, if you're going for a hike or doing any activity that requires a lot of movement, wide-leg pants might not be practical. Similarly, in very formal settings, a more tailored silhouette might be preferred. Choose the Right Shoes: The type of shoes you wear with wide-leg pants can greatly impact the overall look. Flat shoes might make the pants appear too long, especially if you're shorter. Heels or platforms usually work well with wide-leg pants as they add height and prevent the pants from dragging on the ground. Fit is Key: Regardless of body type, wide-leg pants should fit well at the waist and hips. Pants that are too tight or too loose may not give the desired look. Remember, fashion is about expressing yourself. Don't be afraid to experiment and make the wide-leg jeans trend your own. Happy styling!  

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Lots of beautiful stuff this time of year....The tree leaves explode in fantastic colors. There are chill winds and blue skies everywhere. But I'm going to miss the lazy, crazy, hazy days of Summer for the next 7 months...till SPRING!

When you spend your whole pre-transition life stuck in clothes you hate that make you feel awful, it can be overwhelming and difficult to figure out exactly what it is you want to wear, and what you actually like. Screenwriter Max Luque returns us to discuss how he's not a supporter of the long-shorts movement and how validation and self-worth comes from within! MAX LUQUE Insta: @max.luque FURTHER READING (topics discussed with essays available at TillysTransTuesdays.com) Heavily Gendered Clothes and Trans People, Sexuality is Not Gender, HRT, Tucking and Binding, Trans Freedom (and underwear), Three Year Retrospective, Privilege (time and money), Confidence, The False Dichotomy Special thanks to Daisy and Jane for the use of "Sorry Not Sorry" as our show's theme music. Please stop by and show your support at daisyandjane.bandcamp.com and soundcloud.com/daisyandjane --Please leave us a rating on Apple Podcasts/iTunes!-- Website: pendantaudio.com Twitter: @pendantweb Facebook: facebook.com/pendantaudio Tumblr: pendantaudio.tumblr.com YouTube: youtube.com/pendantproductions

We go over what to expect from tonight's GOP Primary Debate. Trump is trying to steal the spotlight by airing his interview with Tucker Carlson at the same time. John Eastman doubles down on false election claims while Rudy Giuliani surrenders in Atlanta. A key witness in the classified documents case changes their testimony. Newsmax downplays death threats against Judge Tanya Chutkan. The suspect in the Pride Flag murder was a far-right conspiracist. Host: Jayar Jackson (@JayarJackson)Co-Host: RayyvanaSUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: ☞ https://www.youtube.com/thedamagereport?sub_confirmation=1TIKTOK ☞ https://www.tiktok.com/@thedamagereport?lang=enINSTAGRAM: ☞ http://www.instagram.com/thedamagereport/TWITTER: ☞ https://twitter.com/TheDamageReportFACEBOOK: ☞ https://www.facebook.com/TheDamageReportTYT/

Join us for the very last episode of Season 14 of Shark Tank (yes, we know it aired in May. Blame Hulu). This week, we're talking crop tops, our inevitable deaths, and a world in which college merch is actually cool. Lori cried, we cried (figuratively), and we'll all see you next season. Hey, Chums! Welcome to the officially unofficial Shark Tank podcast, with friends & co-hosts Alyssa and Sylvie (plus: guest appearances by noted "tank guy," Ralph). We break down each episode's drama, intrigue, and offers (or lack thereof) each week, so swim on back for more chum about Lori Greiner, Mark Cuban, Kevin O'Leary, Daymond John, Barbara Corcoran, and Robert Herjavec.

Hello, friend, are you asleep? Well, I will stay a bit longer to comfort you and rummage through some of your things, hehe because we've been best friends for years. (◡‿◡✿) 00:01-02:49 HelloFresh 02:50-03:46 Falling asleep 03:47-04:59 Tucking in your blanket 05:00-06:24 Small chime 06:25-08:29 Lavender pillows 08:30-11:43 Vintage camera 11:44-13:26 Seed album 13:27-14:36 Snow pillow 14:37-19:05 Mauve moove pillow 19:06-20:39 Ok that's not the shape I had 20:40-21:38 Sun and moon bag 21:39-24:59 California coast candle 25:00-27:11 Beaded skull 27:12-28:35 Pens and pencil case 28:36-29:36 Cute brushes 29:37-34:48 Fancy fancy mofo pens 34:49-45:20 Magazines 45:21-54:11 Trigger point therapy book 54:12-56:26 Food fast 56:27-59:40 Rummaging and resting #ASMR #Gentlewhispering #relax --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/maria-gentlewhispering/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/maria-gentlewhispering/support

There was once a little boy who longed for a friend. One summer day as he skipped through the meadow he noticed Dandelion's wishing crown. Blowing into the wishing crown he made a wish from his heart. Standing on her tippy toes, the littlest seed in the wishing crown caught his wish. Tucking it into her parachute, little seed sailed away to find the little boy a friend.About the Author: Christy Klincewicz“This is my 20th year as a Waldorf Early Childhood Educator.  My early experiences of exploring the wonder and beauty of the natural world and the reverent moments created by lighted candles on the Christmas tree and ringing a bell to invite the angels in, have shaped me to take up my work with young children.The imaginations impressed upon my soul from the taste of cold, clear mountain streams and peeping into the magical worlds hidden beneath their mossy banks have given me a rich pictorial language.  I love creating stories where the world is good, kind friends help those in need and love weaves a mantle of safety and warmth.  Often these stories arise when the children say, “Tell us a story.”Then I, too, listen as Mother of the Fairy Tales whispers in my ear.”To learn more about Christy's work and to purchase her book “Fleetfoot Fox Catches a Cold”, visit  www.rockinghorsestories.comFollow along on Instagram @we_nurture

In today's episode of The Exodus Podcast, we are coming to you from the Total Archery Challange in Michigan with Co-Host of the Habitat Podcast Jared Van Hess. We chat about tips for attracting deer, dealing with drought, and improvements for the upcoming hunting season in Michigan. We also talk about the benefits of conservation easements and the thrill of improving your property. We discuss: Aggressive tillage can increase susceptibility to drought Protecting soil can make food plots more drought tolerant Plant trees and water them once every two weeks, using gravity-fed watering systems Water holes should be located in cover to attract deer and provide a natural path A failed food plot can be retried, get some sort of cover on the soil, or wait for the fall During June and July, focus on water holes, mock scrapes, and getting cameras ready Landownership is often demonized, but it is a rewarding experience and a legacy for families Water holes are underrated and important for wildlife survival during drought conditions Tucking water hole in the edge where it is surrounded by brush on three sides to limit access Land ownership can provide a legacy for future generations to enjoy And so much more!   Click Here To Build Your Set Of Exodus NIS Arrows: https://exodusoutdoorgear.com/collections/custom-arrows/products/the-nis   Enter Here For Your Chance At A $750 Prize Package From Exodus and Latitude: https://exodusoutdoorgear.com/pages/exodus-latitude-outdoors-giveaway?_pos=1&_sid=e1b0d40b5&_ss=r   CONNECT:  -https://linktr.ee/exodustrailcamera -https://bit.ly/TheDeerGearPodcast -https://linktr.ee/TheLandPodcast

Are you “fit to be tied?” Jim and Pam will continue the conversation this week. They've just completed a four-day Rodeo Bible Camp in Nevada, MO, with 100 students and another 100 leaders. This continued conversation will help you find out if you really are “Fit to be tied.” Don't miss a single day of this continued teaching. You can click the Amazon link below to purchase Jim's book.  Fit To Be Tied. https://www.amazon.com/Fit-Be-Tied-Jim-Stockdale/dp/0578427265/ref=sr_1_2?crid=1JZO29KTZXJ1A&keywords=jim+stockdale+book&qid=1686561382&sprefix=Jim+stockdale+%2Caps%2C175&sr=8-2 Latin American Ministry is non-profit, and your donations are tax-deductible. To donate now, click the following link:  http://latinamericanministry.org/donate-now 
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This episode was inspired by the language of Yoga in the West. Words matter! We hoped it would bring up the humor we share on the mat. Since spontaneity is the cornerstone of casual conversations, we often find ourselves traveling in unexpected directions. FYI: We will be hosting a FREE 90-minute DYE - Discover Your Excellence on the Art of Slowing Down on Saturday, 6/17/23 from 11am - 12:30pm via Zoom. We would love to see you there! Check out the link and sign up! Below, find the timestamped summary of this episode for reference.00:00:00 - IntroductionSherry and Theresa introduce the podcast and the topic for today's episode which is about the phrases and cues commonly heard in yoga classes.00:02:21 - NamasteThe hosts discuss the significance of the phrase Namaste and its deeper meaning beyond just a greeting, which is to honor and greet the light and love in others.00:04:33 - Sh*t You Hear in a Yoga ClassThe hosts share some common phrases and cues heard in yoga classes, such as "make your gluteus maximus your gluteus minimus" and discuss their effectiveness and potential issues.00:08:27 - Tucking the TailboneThe hosts discuss the cue of tucking the tailbone and its potential issues, such as clenching the glutes and reversing the natural curve of the low back. They suggest alternative cues, such as engaging the lower core and lifting the pelvic floor.00:12:10 - Core and BalanceThe hosts emphasize the importance of balance in the body, including six-pack abs and six-pack back, and discuss the challenge of getting in touch with inner muscles, such as the pelvic floor and core.00:14:49 - Engaging the Core and Finding Your VoiceSherry and Theresa discuss the importance of engaging the core and the different ways to cue it effectively. They also touch upon the significance of finding one's authentic voice as a teacher, which involves knowing one's strengths and limitations.00:18:37 - Embodiment and CommunicationThe hosts talk about the importance of embodiment and how it relates to effective communication in yoga. They share their experiences with different teacher training methods and emphasize the need for teachers to understand their own bodies and limitations.00:23:22 - Understanding Student NeedsSherry and Theresa discuss the challenges of teaching beginners and the importance of understanding student needs. They stress the need for teachers to be honest about their own limitations and to continuously learn and grow as practitioners.00:26:02 - Managing Classes and Overcoming EgoThe hosts discuss the challenges of managing classes and avoiding egotistical tendencies as a teacher. They share personal experiences of getting caught up in student-led discussions and the importance of staying true to the curriculum and maintaining integrity as a teacher.00:30:08 - Queuing in YogaSherry and Theresa discuss queuing in yoga and the importance of being mindful of how cues are interpreted by students. They emphasize the need for discernment and the importance of not vilifying props and blocks. Communication and listening to students are also highlighted as key aspects of effective queuing.00:31:34 - Breathing in YogaThe hosts discuss the importance of breath in yoga and the use of poetic language in queuing. They share humorous anecdotes of students interpreting cues literally and emphasize the power of...

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Etiquette, manners, and beyond! In this episode, Nick and Leah tackle eating artichokes, enjoying airport lounges, tucking in chairs, and much more. Please follow us! (We'd send you a hand-written thank you note if we could.) Have a question for us? Call or text (267) CALL-RBW or visit ask.wyrbw.com EPISODE CONTENTS AMUSE-BOUCHE: Artichokes A QUESTION OF ETIQUETTE: Airport lounges QUESTIONS FROM THE WILDERNESS: What's a "wedding gift opening party"? Should you ask fellow patrons at a bar to slide down? VENT OR REPENT: A missing email, Tucking in chairs CORDIALS OF KINDNESS: Thanks for the spa day, Remember your training THINGS MENTIONED DURING THE SHOW Artichoke ban in New York City Wedding scene from "Goodfellas" YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO... Support our show through Patreon Subscribe and rate us 5 stars on Apple Podcasts Call, text, or email us your questions Follow us on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter Visit our official website Sign up for our newsletter Buy some fabulous official merchandise CREDITS Hosts: Nick Leighton & Leah Bonnema Producer & Editor: Nick Leighton Theme Music: Rob Paravonian ADVERTISE ON OUR SHOW Click here for details TRANSCRIPT Episode 182 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

CC268: Kail has bounced back and is FEELING herself this week! Lindsie has a follow up on last week's labia curiosity. Lindsie realized that Jackson is also like Kail in the way that he also had middle of night anxiety over the most random thing. Kail confesses that she no longer lets her kids use swear words around the house.. she explains why. Listener topics are on theme with the parenting talk which have Kail and Lindsie thinking about the times they don't feel like adequate as parents. Foul plays are FOUL! Lindsie exposes herself when she mentions where she positions her tampon strings. Thank you to our sponsors!Better Help: This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Visit BetterHelp.com/coffee today to get 10% off your first monthCare/of: Visit TakeCareOf.com and use code COFFEE50 for 50% off your first orderHello Fresh: Visit HelloFresh.com/convos65 and use code convos65 for 65% off plus free shippingKiwico: Get 50% off your first month on ANY crate line at kiwico.com/COFFEEOura Ring: Visit OuraRing.com/COFFEECONVOS to get $15 off your purchaseProgressive: Visit progressive.com to learn moreTrailmix Games: Download Love & Pies for free at the App Store or Google PlayZocdoc: Go to Zocdoc.com/CONVOS and download the Zocdoc app for FREE

MyCrazyRo talks about signing to 300, being inspired by Chris Brown, his next career moves, and more! ----- 00:00 Intro 2:20 Ro on being nervous to drop his first video and changing the West Coast sound 4:15 Ro on being inspired by Chris Brown, Michael Jackson, and real artistry 6:18 Ro on Long Beach and coming out of the same school as Snoop Dogg 9:13 Ro talks about dropping out of school in 10th grade, leaving home to do music and hustle 14:55 Ro talks about knowing that he would make it since he was 16 and feeling like Lil Bow Wow 17:00 Ro on his first live performance at a high school 19:20 Ro speaks about getting shot and how the streets affected his music career 22:15 T-Rell talks about feeling discouraged after injuring his arm in a motorcycle accident 24:40 Ro discusses the label he signed to “TML” (Too Much Loyalty) and politics 29:10 Ro talks about his roll out strategy and breaking into Tik Tok 32:30 Ro on getting clout and falling out with some homies 40:05 Ro says he'll never tuck his chain because “I know what I'm on” 41:33 Ro talks about wanting a feature with Fenix Flexin, Lil Baby, No Cap, and others 43:35 Ro talks about performing at talent shows in school wanting to be like Chris Brown 44:55 Ro talks about his new video titled “Transitions” and new single “Too Dangerous” 46:35 Ro says he just signed a record deal with 300 Entertainment ----- NO JUMPER PATREON http://www.patreon.com/nojumper CHECK OUT OUR NEW SPOTIFY PLAYLIST https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5te... FOLLOW US ON SNAPCHAT FOR THE LATEST NEWS & UPDATES https://www.snapchat.com/discover/No_... CHECK OUT OUR ONLINE STORE!!! http://www.nojumper.com/ SUBSCRIBE for new interviews (and more) weekly: http://bit.ly/nastymondayz  Follow us on SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/4ENxb4B... iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/n... Follow us on Social Media: https://www.snapchat.com/discover/No_... http://www.twitter.com/nojumper http://www.instagram.com/nojumper https://www.facebook.com/NOJUMPEROFFI... http://www.reddit.com/r/nojumper JOIN THE DISCORD: https://discord.gg/Q3XPfBm Follow Adam22: https://www.tiktok.com/@adam22 http://www.twitter.com/adam22 http://www.instagram.com/adam22 adam22hoe on Snapchat Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices