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Twas a Perv Christmas. Christmas eve with your favorite, kinky, perverted family. (2 poems) Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the dwelling. Not a creature was stirring,'cept my cock, which was swelling; From walls hung portraits,setting the mood, Above the mantel hung Grandma,She posed fullly nude; Down the hall, on her bed,Coed stepsister did sit, A vibrating dildo,rubbed on her hard clit; Stepmom in panties,and I in the nude. Had just readied our loins,before getting screwed. When from outside the window,there arose such a cry, My head darted up,from stepmom’s wet thigh; Jen's eyes got so wide,as we both turned to see, Just what sort of Christmas,the visit might be; The moonbeams bounced off,the snow all so white, I blinked as I tried to,make sure of my sight, What did I see,that gave me such pause? It was the round, jolly face,of old Santa Clause! Framed in the window, red cheeks and a beard, When in through the doorway,Buxy Susan appeared; I opened the window,we pulled him within, Jenny glanced at her daughter,then said with a grin: “Santa! We're busy,You're spying, You creep! I’m riding my stepson,and you try to peep! That’s awfully spotty,for man such as you! I wonder what naughty,kinky perversions you do! Now please come on in,and join the fun, We’ll be on the nice list,when finally done!” Quick as the devil,Jen's down on her knees, Tugging his Pants off,as fast as she please, The Sled Musher looked down,his eyes wide with shock, When out of his britches,popped his massive cock, She started to suck him,with skills of a pro, And Santa exclaimed,“Sue, Your Mom's a Ho!” My stepsister laughed,as she fell to Jen’s side, She opened her mouth,took both ball's inside, Her tongue lapped and writhed,his scrotum with care, As Jen bobbed on his shaft,and came up for air, She said, “I’ve taught her well,don’t you think St. Nick? Watching her lick you,gets my pussy all slick.” They sprung to their feet,and got back in bed, “Why don’t you fuck her,while Billy gives me head?” Susan then beamed,and she squealed with delight, then spread her legs and cried,“hurry down my chimney tonight!” And taking my cue,I crawled to Jen’s bits, my tongue, ran up through it,from the crack to the slit, Santa rushed forward,his hard swollen tip, And rubbed it on Susan's,soft, shaven lips; As he pushed it inside,Susan’s ass gave a leap, He was all the way in her,rigid hard and balls deep; Watching her daughter,Jen gave a moan, My tongue pushed down firmly,her clit hard as a bone; Susan writhed on the mattress,her feet in the air, While Santa Clause thrusted,Jen gripped on my hair; At once her back arched,and her toes they did curl, My sister shouted, “Don't stop! I'm Cumming!”while I sucked Jenny's Pearl; Jen pushed my face up,my chin wet with juice, And she said, “My turn! Santa,put my twat to good use!” Her lips stuck out,from under her ass, Santa slid out of Susan,said, “Awe! There’s a good lass!” He went behind Jenny,and in her he plowed, His log hit her g-spot,she cried out aloud; Still horny myself,”Stepsis, want some more?” Got on her knees and said,“Billy, make me a whore!” Sue knelt before Jenny,I poked in her cunt, Jen groaned as I panted,and I heard Santa grunt; He pulled on Jen's hair,Mom’s face all a glow, I pounded up, Susan’s,tits bounced too and fro; She cooed as I fucked her,I smiled at her mother, “Sue, you get along well,with your stepBrother.” We're all moving faster,the bed rocked and squeaked, There's magic in the air,as we all reached our peak; Then Jen started first,a long, bellow scream, Susan came next,as I filled her with cream; With eyes all a twinkle,Saint Nick shot his load, It was a Miracle,Mom didn’t explode! I pulled out of Sue,Nick pulled out of Jen, They fell to the sheets,cunts full to the brim; They both were in giggles,together they squirmed, then straddling each other,they sucked out the sperm; Sue looked up at Nick,her eyes had a glint, Licking her lips, said,“Yum! tastes like mint.” Nick stumbled backwards,and pulled up his drawers, His face was beat red,sweat flowed from his pours; He got to the Window,about to slip out, But paused and he turned,and said with a shout: “You people are lovely,That much I will say! But tonight you're naughty,since Harold's away!” Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories. How The Inch Stole Xmas. From The Fucks down in Fucksville. Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Every Fuck down in Fucksville liked Xmas a lot; But the Inch, who lived just north of Fucksville, did not! The Inch hated Xmas! The whole Xmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his testicles were hung up far too high. It could be, perhaps, that his bladder was shy. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his cock was two sizes too small. But who cares why? The guy was a schmuck, He stood there on Xmas Eve, hating the Fucks, Staring down from his lair with swollen, blue balls, At the radiantly lit windows below in their halls. For he knew that every Fuck down where he gazed, Was busy now, having their pubic hair shaved. "And they're trying on their nighties!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Xmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Inch fingers nervously drumming, "I must find some way to stop all those Fuckers from cumming!" For tomorrow, he knew, all the lusty studs and sluts, Would wake nice and horny. They'd all start to rut! And then! Oh, the moans! Oh, the moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! That's one thing he hated! The moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! Then the Fucks, barely legal and mature, would hump. And they'd hump! And they'd hump! And they'd hump! Hump! Hump! Hump! They would hump in their pussies, and tight little rumps. Which was something that put the Inch down in the dumps! And then the thing that he hated most would begin! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the fat and the thin, Would lay close together, with their vibrators humming. They'd lay side-by-side. And the Fucks would start cumming! They'd cum! And they'd cum! And they'd cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! And the more the Inch thought of this Fuckville wide climax, The more he thought, "I must stop this whole thing in its tracks!" "Why, for sixty-nine years I've put up with it now!" "I must stop this Xmas from coming! But how?" Then he got an idea! A nasty idea! The Inch got a wonderful, nasty idea! "I know just what to do!" The Inch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick wide brimmed hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "I am such a devilish Imp!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like a Pimp!" "All I need is a hooker." The Inch looked around. But, since the Inch had no Hos, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old bastard? No! The Inch simply said, "If I can't find a woman, I'll make one instead!" So he gathered some straw, and he formed it into shape, And he planted a red wig on its head with some tape. Then he grabbed the straw woman and a few old rucksacks, And then jumped behind the wheel of his rusty old Cadillac. Then the Inch said, "Let’s go!" And the jalopy started down, Toward the homes where the Fucks lay asnooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Soft groans filled the air. The Fucks were all dreaming wet dreams without care. When he came to the first flophouse on the square. "This place will work for a start," the old Inchy Pimp hissed, And he jumped into the window, empty bags in his fist. Then he crept into the living room, on the tips of his toes, past the discarded condoms and piles of clothes. And into the parlor, the Inch gleefully strolled. In the middle of the room was a polished stripper pole. Laid out beneath it were wondrous sex toys galore. "They won’t need these!" he chuckled, as he started his chore. Then he slithered and slunk, with his heart starting to sing, Around the whole room, and he stole every plaything! Dildos! And Sybians! Anal beads! Balls! French Ticklers! Massagers! Butt plugs! And dolls! And he stuffed them in sacks. Then the Inch, the old baddie, Threw the sacks, into the trunk of his Caddy! Then he snuck to the bathroom. He took every pill! He took the ribbed condoms! All the sensual thrills! He cleaned out the bathroom of the last drop of lube. Why, that Inch left nothing but one single pube! Then he threw all the junk into the car with scorn. "And now!" growled the Inch, "I will take all the porn!" And the Inch grabbed films, dirty books and magazines, When a small voice almost made him jump out of his jeans. He turned around fast, and he saw a young Fuck! Petite Cindy-Blew You, who was naked as buck. The Inch had been caught by this 22 year-old miss, Who'd got out of bed to use the commode for a piss. She gazed at the Inch and said, "Mister Pimp, why,” "Why are you taking our Pornography? Why?" But, you know, that old Inch was such a clever old prick, He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my dear sweet vixen," the bogus Pimp dissembled, "This smut is terrible!” he said, with nary a tremble. "So I'm switching it out, for something much less of a bore." "I'll be back in a flash. With something much more hardcore!" And his fib fooled the minx. Then he patted her bottom, And he went to the loo, never knowing she caught him. And when Cindy-Blew You curled up under her sheet, He grabbed the last bag and chucked it in the street! Then the last thing he stole was their pole for stripping! Then he jumped out the window, practically skipping. He left nothing, no cuffs, no rope. no whips for whipping. And the one drop of lube he left was a crock, It wasn’t enough for even his tiny cock! He did the same thing to every house on every block, Leaving drops much too small for the every Fucks’ cock! There was one hour left before the Fucks started to rise, He decided that heading to his cave would be wise, The car was so stuffed with trinkets it had started to slump! With gags! And with cock rings! With clamps! And clit pumps! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit, He drove with his load to the tiptop to dump it! "Yuck yuck to the Fucks!" he was wickedly singing. "They're finding out now what the morning is bringing!" "They're just waking up! With their morning wood throbbing!" "They’ll look all around them and then they’ll start sobbing, For the Fucks down in Fucksville will see all my robbing!" "That's a noise," grinned the Inch, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Inch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound was climatic! It couldn't be so! But it this sound was loud and dramatic! He stared down at Fucksville! The Inch growled in disgust! Then he shook! What he saw was shocking, terrible lust! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the thin and the fat, Was humping! Without any sex toys at that! He hadn't stopped Xmas from coming! They came! Somehow or other, they came just the same! And the Inch, as he watched them suck and blow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It came with out vibrators! It came without smut!" "It came without lubricates, or plugs in the butt!" And he stared on for hours, and then something felt sore. Then the Inch looked down at something he hadn't before! "Holy shit! I have an erection!” the amazed Inch swore. "Maybe Xmas;perhaps;isn’t so much of a snore!" And what happened then? Well;in Fucksville they say, That the Inch’s micro cock grew five sizes that day! And as his member filled and hung low and swollen, He jumped in his ride to return all the loot he had stolen, And he gave it all back! All the gizmos, gadgets and the tidbits! And he, he himself! The Inch, came on Cindy-Blew’s tits! Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories.
Twas a Perv Christmas. Christmas eve with your favorite, kinky, perverted family. (2 poems) Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the dwelling. Not a creature was stirring,'cept my cock, which was swelling; From walls hung portraits,setting the mood, Above the mantel hung Grandma,She posed fullly nude; Down the hall, on her bed,Coed stepsister did sit, A vibrating dildo,rubbed on her hard clit; Stepmom in panties,and I in the nude. Had just readied our loins,before getting screwed. When from outside the window,there arose such a cry, My head darted up,from stepmom’s wet thigh; Jen's eyes got so wide,as we both turned to see, Just what sort of Christmas,the visit might be; The moonbeams bounced off,the snow all so white, I blinked as I tried to,make sure of my sight, What did I see,that gave me such pause? It was the round, jolly face,of old Santa Clause! Framed in the window, red cheeks and a beard, When in through the doorway,Buxy Susan appeared; I opened the window,we pulled him within, Jenny glanced at her daughter,then said with a grin: “Santa! We're busy,You're spying, You creep! I’m riding my stepson,and you try to peep! That’s awfully spotty,for man such as you! I wonder what naughty,kinky perversions you do! Now please come on in,and join the fun, We’ll be on the nice list,when finally done!” Quick as the devil,Jen's down on her knees, Tugging his Pants off,as fast as she please, The Sled Musher looked down,his eyes wide with shock, When out of his britches,popped his massive cock, She started to suck him,with skills of a pro, And Santa exclaimed,“Sue, Your Mom's a Ho!” My stepsister laughed,as she fell to Jen’s side, She opened her mouth,took both ball's inside, Her tongue lapped and writhed,his scrotum with care, As Jen bobbed on his shaft,and came up for air, She said, “I’ve taught her well,don’t you think St. Nick? Watching her lick you,gets my pussy all slick.” They sprung to their feet,and got back in bed, “Why don’t you fuck her,while Billy gives me head?” Susan then beamed,and she squealed with delight, then spread her legs and cried,“hurry down my chimney tonight!” And taking my cue,I crawled to Jen’s bits, my tongue, ran up through it,from the crack to the slit, Santa rushed forward,his hard swollen tip, And rubbed it on Susan's,soft, shaven lips; As he pushed it inside,Susan’s ass gave a leap, He was all the way in her,rigid hard and balls deep; Watching her daughter,Jen gave a moan, My tongue pushed down firmly,her clit hard as a bone; Susan writhed on the mattress,her feet in the air, While Santa Clause thrusted,Jen gripped on my hair; At once her back arched,and her toes they did curl, My sister shouted, “Don't stop! I'm Cumming!”while I sucked Jenny's Pearl; Jen pushed my face up,my chin wet with juice, And she said, “My turn! Santa,put my twat to good use!” Her lips stuck out,from under her ass, Santa slid out of Susan,said, “Awe! There’s a good lass!” He went behind Jenny,and in her he plowed, His log hit her g-spot,she cried out aloud; Still horny myself,”Stepsis, want some more?” Got on her knees and said,“Billy, make me a whore!” Sue knelt before Jenny,I poked in her cunt, Jen groaned as I panted,and I heard Santa grunt; He pulled on Jen's hair,Mom’s face all a glow, I pounded up, Susan’s,tits bounced too and fro; She cooed as I fucked her,I smiled at her mother, “Sue, you get along well,with your stepBrother.” We're all moving faster,the bed rocked and squeaked, There's magic in the air,as we all reached our peak; Then Jen started first,a long, bellow scream, Susan came next,as I filled her with cream; With eyes all a twinkle,Saint Nick shot his load, It was a Miracle,Mom didn’t explode! I pulled out of Sue,Nick pulled out of Jen, They fell to the sheets,cunts full to the brim; They both were in giggles,together they squirmed, then straddling each other,they sucked out the sperm; Sue looked up at Nick,her eyes had a glint, Licking her lips, said,“Yum! tastes like mint.” Nick stumbled backwards,and pulled up his drawers, His face was beat red,sweat flowed from his pours; He got to the Window,about to slip out, But paused and he turned,and said with a shout: “You people are lovely,That much I will say! But tonight you're naughty,since Harold's away!” Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories. How The Inch Stole Xmas. From The Fucks down in Fucksville. Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Every Fuck down in Fucksville liked Xmas a lot; But the Inch, who lived just north of Fucksville, did not! The Inch hated Xmas! The whole Xmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his testicles were hung up far too high. It could be, perhaps, that his bladder was shy. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his cock was two sizes too small. But who cares why? The guy was a schmuck, He stood there on Xmas Eve, hating the Fucks, Staring down from his lair with swollen, blue balls, At the radiantly lit windows below in their halls. For he knew that every Fuck down where he gazed, Was busy now, having their pubic hair shaved. "And they're trying on their nighties!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Xmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Inch fingers nervously drumming, "I must find some way to stop all those Fuckers from cumming!" For tomorrow, he knew, all the lusty studs and sluts, Would wake nice and horny. They'd all start to rut! And then! Oh, the moans! Oh, the moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! That's one thing he hated! The moans! Moans! Moans! Moans! Then the Fucks, barely legal and mature, would hump. And they'd hump! And they'd hump! And they'd hump! Hump! Hump! Hump! They would hump in their pussies, and tight little rumps. Which was something that put the Inch down in the dumps! And then the thing that he hated most would begin! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the fat and the thin, Would lay close together, with their vibrators humming. They'd lay side-by-side. And the Fucks would start cumming! They'd cum! And they'd cum! And they'd cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! And the more the Inch thought of this Fuckville wide climax, The more he thought, "I must stop this whole thing in its tracks!" "Why, for sixty-nine years I've put up with it now!" "I must stop this Xmas from coming! But how?" Then he got an idea! A nasty idea! The Inch got a wonderful, nasty idea! "I know just what to do!" The Inch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick wide brimmed hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "I am such a devilish Imp!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like a Pimp!" "All I need is a hooker." The Inch looked around. But, since the Inch had no Hos, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old bastard? No! The Inch simply said, "If I can't find a woman, I'll make one instead!" So he gathered some straw, and he formed it into shape, And he planted a red wig on its head with some tape. Then he grabbed the straw woman and a few old rucksacks, And then jumped behind the wheel of his rusty old Cadillac. Then the Inch said, "Let’s go!" And the jalopy started down, Toward the homes where the Fucks lay asnooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Soft groans filled the air. The Fucks were all dreaming wet dreams without care. When he came to the first flophouse on the square. "This place will work for a start," the old Inchy Pimp hissed, And he jumped into the window, empty bags in his fist. Then he crept into the living room, on the tips of his toes, past the discarded condoms and piles of clothes. And into the parlor, the Inch gleefully strolled. In the middle of the room was a polished stripper pole. Laid out beneath it were wondrous sex toys galore. "They won’t need these!" he chuckled, as he started his chore. Then he slithered and slunk, with his heart starting to sing, Around the whole room, and he stole every plaything! Dildos! And Sybians! Anal beads! Balls! French Ticklers! Massagers! Butt plugs! And dolls! And he stuffed them in sacks. Then the Inch, the old baddie, Threw the sacks, into the trunk of his Caddy! Then he snuck to the bathroom. He took every pill! He took the ribbed condoms! All the sensual thrills! He cleaned out the bathroom of the last drop of lube. Why, that Inch left nothing but one single pube! Then he threw all the junk into the car with scorn. "And now!" growled the Inch, "I will take all the porn!" And the Inch grabbed films, dirty books and magazines, When a small voice almost made him jump out of his jeans. He turned around fast, and he saw a young Fuck! Petite Cindy-Blew You, who was naked as buck. The Inch had been caught by this 22 year-old miss, Who'd got out of bed to use the commode for a piss. She gazed at the Inch and said, "Mister Pimp, why,” "Why are you taking our Pornography? Why?" But, you know, that old Inch was such a clever old prick, He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my dear sweet vixen," the bogus Pimp dissembled, "This smut is terrible!” he said, with nary a tremble. "So I'm switching it out, for something much less of a bore." "I'll be back in a flash. With something much more hardcore!" And his fib fooled the minx. Then he patted her bottom, And he went to the loo, never knowing she caught him. And when Cindy-Blew You curled up under her sheet, He grabbed the last bag and chucked it in the street! Then the last thing he stole was their pole for stripping! Then he jumped out the window, practically skipping. He left nothing, no cuffs, no rope. no whips for whipping. And the one drop of lube he left was a crock, It wasn’t enough for even his tiny cock! He did the same thing to every house on every block, Leaving drops much too small for the every Fucks’ cock! There was one hour left before the Fucks started to rise, He decided that heading to his cave would be wise, The car was so stuffed with trinkets it had started to slump! With gags! And with cock rings! With clamps! And clit pumps! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit, He drove with his load to the tiptop to dump it! "Yuck yuck to the Fucks!" he was wickedly singing. "They're finding out now what the morning is bringing!" "They're just waking up! With their morning wood throbbing!" "They’ll look all around them and then they’ll start sobbing, For the Fucks down in Fucksville will see all my robbing!" "That's a noise," grinned the Inch, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Inch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound was climatic! It couldn't be so! But it this sound was loud and dramatic! He stared down at Fucksville! The Inch growled in disgust! Then he shook! What he saw was shocking, terrible lust! Every Fuck down in Fucksville, the thin and the fat, Was humping! Without any sex toys at that! He hadn't stopped Xmas from coming! They came! Somehow or other, they came just the same! And the Inch, as he watched them suck and blow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It came with out vibrators! It came without smut!" "It came without lubricates, or plugs in the butt!" And he stared on for hours, and then something felt sore. Then the Inch looked down at something he hadn't before! "Holy shit! I have an erection!” the amazed Inch swore. "Maybe Xmas;perhaps;isn’t so much of a snore!" And what happened then? Well;in Fucksville they say, That the Inch’s micro cock grew five sizes that day! And as his member filled and hung low and swollen, He jumped in his ride to return all the loot he had stolen, And he gave it all back! All the gizmos, gadgets and the tidbits! And he, he himself! The Inch, came on Cindy-Blew’s tits! Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle, for Lush Stories.
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Just Logan comes to the table with a topic you'd never expect but yet you definitely know. The rise, fall and supposedly revival of Lisa Frank is definitely something you're not going to want to miss! So Tug along and enjoy the show! www.goldenmojoent.com www.ko-fi.com/goldenmojoent As always find us on all your favorite streaming sites Linktree https://linktr.ee/thegoldenimage80s Follow us on our social media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092241900860 Youtube: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegoldenimage80s/ Golden 80's hosted by Jeremy Golden and Brandon Taylor Nostalgia Tug hosted by Logan Cothran and Lance Menzie Produced and edited by Jeremy Golden Art by Esteban Gomez Reyes https://instagram.com/esteban.gomezr?utm_medium=copy_link Theme music by REDproduction Golden 80's is a product of Golden Mojo Entertainment And here are some other great shows from Golden Mojo Entertainment MurdNerds Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MurdNerds www.linktr.ee/murdnerds The Call Guys Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theCallGuysPod www.linktr.ee/thecallguyspodcast The United States of Paranormal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theunitedstatesofparanormal www.theunitedstatesofparanormal.com Indiana Chiefs Fans Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/INChiefsFansPod Golden Image Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GoldenImagePodcast www.linktr.ee/goldenimagepodcast A Court of Books and Booze Facebook; www.facebook.com/ACourtofBaB https://linktr.ee/acobab The Puck Yeah Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566980128235 Gridiron Kingz Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61563283119317 #Goldenmojoentertainment #Goldenmojo #Goldenimage #Goldenimagepodcast #IndianaChiefsFans #TheUnitedStatesofParanormal #TheCallGuys #Murdnerds #ACourtofBooksandBooze #Music #Adventure #food #Wine #MiniGolf #spotifypodcast #applepodcast #podcast #80s #Golden80s
In honor of Val Kilmer passing, the boys reminisce of one of the greatest Hero flicks, Batman Forever. Lance walks us through the film, the back story and behind the scenes from key moments as well as the boys making you want to go back and Tug on this cinematic masterpiece yourself . www.goldenmojoent.com www.ko-fi.com/goldenmojoent As always find us on all your favorite streaming sites Linktree https://linktr.ee/thegoldenimage80s Follow us on our social media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092241900860 Youtube: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegoldenimage80s/ Golden 80's hosted by Jeremy Golden and Brandon Taylor Nostalgia Tug hosted by Logan Cothran and Lance Menzie Produced and edited by Jeremy Golden Art by Esteban Gomez Reyes https://instagram.com/esteban.gomezr?utm_medium=copy_link Theme music by REDproduction Golden 80's is a product of Golden Mojo Entertainment And here are some other great shows from Golden Mojo Entertainment MurdNerds Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MurdNerds www.linktr.ee/murdnerds The Call Guys Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theCallGuysPod www.linktr.ee/thecallguyspodcast The United States of Paranormal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theunitedstatesofparanormal www.theunitedstatesofparanormal.com Indiana Chiefs Fans Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/INChiefsFansPod Golden Image Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GoldenImagePodcast www.linktr.ee/goldenimagepodcast A Court of Books and Booze Facebook; www.facebook.com/ACourtofBaB https://linktr.ee/acobab The Puck Yeah Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566980128235 Gridiron Kingz Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61563283119317 #Goldenmojoentertainment #Goldenmojo #Goldenimage #Goldenimagepodcast #IndianaChiefsFans #TheUnitedStatesofParanormal #TheCallGuys #Murdnerds #ACourtofBooksandBooze #Music #Adventure #food #Wine #MiniGolf #spotifypodcast #applepodcast #podcast #80s #Golden80s
Episode 2 has the boys Tugging on their fondness for the Ma and Pa Video Shows. The feeling and movie education they received in the hallowed VHS aisles, make them Tug hard and hope you will Tug along with them! Disclaimer, we are not responsible for getting caught Tugging with Boys in public! www.goldenmojoent.com www.ko-fi.com/goldenmojoent As always find us on all your favorite streaming sites Linktree https://linktr.ee/thegoldenimage80s Follow us on our social media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092241900860 Youtube: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegoldenimage80s/ Hosted by Jeremy Golden and Brandon Taylor Nostalgia Tug hosted by Logan Cothran and Lance Menzie Produced and edited by Jeremy Golden Art by Esteban Gomez Reyes https://instagram.com/esteban.gomezr?utm_medium=copy_link Theme music by REDproduction Golden 80's is a product of Golden Mojo Entertainment And here are some other great shows from Golden Mojo Entertainment MurdNerds Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MurdNerds www.linktr.ee/murdnerds The Call Guys Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theCallGuysPod www.linktr.ee/thecallguyspodcast The United States of Paranormal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theunitedstatesofparanormal www.theunitedstatesofparanormal.com Indiana Chiefs Fans Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/INChiefsFansPod Golden Image Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GoldenImagePodcast www.linktr.ee/goldenimagepodcast A Court of Books and Booze Facebook; www.facebook.com/ACourtofBaB https://linktr.ee/acobab The Puck Yeah Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566980128235 Gridiron Kingz Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61563283119317 #Goldenmojoentertainment #Goldenmojo #Goldenimage #Goldenimagepodcast #IndianaChiefsFans #TheUnitedStatesofParanormal #TheCallGuys #Murdnerds #ACourtofBooksandBooze #Music #Adventure #food #Wine #MiniGolf #spotifypodcast #applepodcast #podcast #80s #Golden80s
In this premiere episode of the greatest show known to man, Just Logan and Wonderbread himself talk about what they hope the show will be, why they're doing the show and catching up after years apart. Come Tug along with us! Disclaimer, we are not responsible for getting caught Tugging with Boys in public! www.goldenmojoent.com www.ko-fi.com/goldenmojoent As always find us on all your favorite streaming sites Linktree https://linktr.ee/thegoldenimage80s Follow us on our social media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092241900860 Youtube: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegoldenimage80s/ Hosted by Jeremy Golden and Brandon Taylor Produced and edited by Jeremy Golden Art by Esteban Gomez Reyes https://instagram.com/esteban.gomezr?utm_medium=copy_link Theme music by REDproduction Golden 80's is a product of Golden Mojo Entertainment And here are some other great shows from Golden Mojo Entertainment MurdNerds Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MurdNerds www.linktr.ee/murdnerds The Call Guys Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theCallGuysPod www.linktr.ee/thecallguyspodcast The United States of Paranormal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theunitedstatesofparanormal www.theunitedstatesofparanormal.com Indiana Chiefs Fans Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/INChiefsFansPod Golden Image Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GoldenImagePodcast www.linktr.ee/goldenimagepodcast A Court of Books and Booze Facebook; www.facebook.com/ACourtofBaB https://linktr.ee/acobab The Puck Yeah Podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566980128235 Gridiron Kingz Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61563283119317 #Goldenmojoentertainment #Goldenmojo #Goldenimage #Goldenimagepodcast #IndianaChiefsFans #TheUnitedStatesofParanormal #TheCallGuys #Murdnerds #ACourtofBooksandBooze #Music #Adventure #food #Wine #MiniGolf #spotifypodcast #applepodcast #podcast #80s #Golden80s
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Super Bowl ads: they can be brilliant, they can be cringeworthy, and sometimes, they can just make you question everything. Welcome to part two where Ralph and Lauren go all in on the weirdest, most awkward, and most controversial ads of the year. From Coffee Mate's disturbing tongue commercial to Tubi's bizarre cowboy skin-hat fiasco, they break down which brands took big swings and which ones completely missed. Plus, they dig into the politics creeping into the Super Bowl, the unexpected Ontario ad (yes, Canada bought a Super Bowl slot), and the massive flex that was Tom Brady's $2M watch deal. Whether you love ads, hate ads, or just want to know which ones made Ralph's skin crawl, this is a breakdown you don't want to miss.Chapters:00:00:00 – The Return: Ralph & Lauren Take on Round 200:00:39 – The Ads That Made Us Cringe (Seriously, Why?)00:02:27 – Effective But Uncomfortable: Ads We Hated but Remembered00:05:49 – Tugging at the Heartstrings: The Emotional Plays That Hit (or Missed)00:13:45 – When Ads Get Political: The Ontario Ad, Trump, and More00:19:26 – The Biggest Letdowns: Ads That Flopped Hard00:25:01 – What We Learned: Key Marketing Takeaways from Super Bowl 2025LINKS AND RESOURCES:Best Super Bowl 2025 Commercials Ad Meter RankingBreast Cancer Super Bowl Commercial with Wanda SykesLeslie Jones Stops Your Annoying Relatives from Ruining Thanksgiving | The Daily ShowWatch All the Ads of Super Bowl 2025The 10 Most Viewed Super Bowls of All TimeOntario Commercial Highlighting Contributions to the USACharted: The Rising Cost of Super Bowl Ads 1965-2025Tier 11Mongoose MediaTier 11 JobsPerpetual TrafficMarketing Performance Indicators™ ChecklistPerpetual Traffic on YouTubeTier 11 on YouTubeConnect with Lauren on InstagramConnect with Ralph on LinkedInFollow Perpetual Traffic on TwitterThanks so much for joining us this week. Want to...
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In this interview with Andrew Thomson, a Scottish seasoned professional in the energy sector, we delve into the multifaceted landscape of oil, renewable energy, and their global implications through a personal lens. Andrew shares his journey from working in the oil industry over 20 years to recently transitioning into nuclear and wind energy sectors. Through his experiences, he provides insights into the socioeconomic impact of oil, the challenges of transitioning to renewable energy, and the complexities of global politics that intertwine with the energy sector.Exploring Andrew's experiences working offshore in locations like Nigeria and Azerbaijan, the discussion uncovers the substantial influence of hydrocarbons and the cultural, socio-economic, and safety developments within the oil sector. The discussion delves into the critical role of energy across modern life, impacting everything from education to communication, while critiquing governmental actions on energy policies and advocating for a balanced energy strategy, similar to Japan's where currently works in setting up Wind Turbine Platforms (using much of the same technology as oil rigs). Furthermore, the dialogue highlights the philosophical and challenging practical shifts toward renewables, exploring political and economic challenges in this transition. Through Andrew's perspective, one can try to better attempt to begin to understand the global energy politics, the necessity of interdisciplinary approaches in energy careers, and the shifting dynamics in the energy sector.Time Stamps * 00:00 The Importance of Energy in Modern Life* 01:00 Introducing Andrew: From Oil to Climate-Friendly Energy* 01:46 Andrew's Background and Career Journey* 02:38 Life and Work in the Oil Industry* 07:34 Challenges and Dangers of Offshore Drilling* 10:54 The Culture and Lifestyle of Oil Workers* 20:58 Global Perspectives: Working in Africa and Beyond* 23:58 Corruption and Local Interactions in the Oil Industry* 38:09 A Costly Mistake and Cultural Reflections* 38:54 Corruption and Anti-Corruption Measures* 40:09 Cultural Differences and Acceptance* 41:13 Colonial Legacy and Historical Perspectives* 43:41 Nationalized vs. Private Oil Companies* 45:46 Transition to Renewable Energy in Japan* 46:12 Challenges in the Oil Industry* 48:22 Geopolitics and Energy Policies* 56:43 Experiences with Government Agencies* 01:03:56 Future Prospects and Peak Oil Debate* 01:08:06 Final Thoughts on Energy and PolicyHighlights and Quotes of Interest On Energy Source MixesJapan has a long term vision.It has a vision of a percentage mix of nuclear fossil fuels, renewables, whereas I feel like I'm fairly against it in my home country, in the UK, because we don't have a long term plan. We've had four prime ministers in the last two years. One of them wanted to build eight nuclear power stations, the next one to start fracking. I believe in an energy mix. I think there's a lot of irresponsibility talked about these days in terms of the energy transition. I do think there should be an energy mix.And then the one now wants to quadruple our offshore wind capacity in eight years, which is impossible. It's quite nonsensical. It's quite short term thinking. I'm not anti wind, I'm not pro oil, I'm not anti or pro any, anything. What I'm pro is a science based, long term, non subsidy, non corruption based market solution.On Incentives in Oil Vs “Renewables”So right now, it seems like oil is completely negative and then offshore wind is completely positive. You look at the motivations behind companies putting in offshore wind turbines or the service companies exactly the same as motivations behind all companies.Neither one is doing them. For anything other than to make money. And I think it's simplistic and a little bit silly to think that the boss of an oil company is some sort of J. R. Ewing, person that likes to run over puppies on the way home and the boss of an electricity company or a turbine installation company or whatever is some sort of, sandal wearing saint that doesn't care about money. Everyone in pretty much, I would say any corporation, that statistic about men are CEOs, they're psychopaths. All they care about is money. And I think there are a lot of like there's a lot of talk about subsidies in [renewables] On Oil's Beastly NatureIt only takes, one ignition source and then you're on top of a fireball…potential that the entire thing can blow up underneath your feet. On Life without Oil It's the world we have is impossible to have without oil. Sure. You can reduce it. It's going to run out eventually one day anyway.So reducing it is not a bad thing, but to pretend that you can just press stop and then you can put in a wind turbine is nonsensical. And the politicians know it's nonsensical as well. The sheer scale of, Hydrocarbon involvement in our modern industrial life is so incredibly difficult to untangle. There's literally nothing more important than our energy because it ties into the availability of education and medicine and travel and communication. Right, without. some form of mass energy production. We're right back to the medieval ages.On The British State I speak from a very UK point of view because it's my country, it's my home. I feel As ever, the British state works against the British people, not for the British people, which is a contrast to some of the countries that we may look down our noses on a little bit more as not developed, where, and Japan is a great example of this, where Japan seems to do things for the benefit of Japanese people, which seems to be a controversial idea back home. Learning from Travel This is part of, traveling. You see so many countries where people are so proud of their country. Nigerians were some of the most proud people I think I've ever met, and it's the same in Japan. And I worry the direction our country's going, both the UK and the US, when we were raising a generation of children who are being taught to be embarrassed by where they come from. Though I really feel like in the West we've made a mistake over the years in trying to impose our way of looking at the world on other cultures.Post Interview Notes / Links from AndrewHere are some relevant links that might be of interest:"Empire of Dust", a fascinating documentary widely referenced online, but with no major release I don't think, that shows interaction between a Chinese contractor and locals in the DRC. It's a perfect example of culture clash, the strength in the documentary being there is no western-style narrative, it's simply two very different cultures interacting honestly with each other. The film-maker is Belgian which is particularly interesting given their colonial history in the DRC.Watch @ https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5gdfm4I can particularly recommend Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness if you're interested in the dark side of colonialism, or any history of DRC or Zaire as it was. One of my favourite films is Apocalypse Now, which along with the book perfectly makes the point I was trying to, which is how these cultures are manifestly different from ours, and any attempt to convert or run these societies in a western way will ultimately end up in failure, unless it's done by complete dominance, which of course, is wrong. It's a subject I find really interesting, and my experiences in Africa really changed how I view the world.On Energy Prices “Strike Prices” and Renewables Some links explaining the Strike Price for electricity set through the CfD (Contract for Difference) mechanism that guarantees a specific rate for electricity to renewables companies.https://www.iea.org/policies/5731-contract-for-difference-cfdhttps://www.eurelectric.org/in-detail/cfds_explainer/ It's quite hard to find a non-biased article explaining this, but the basic mechanism is:What isn't always mentioned is the "top-up" when the price falls is paid to the generators by the consumer, in the UK at least, in the form of a levy on the electricity price. Which is fine in theory to have a set electricity price, but currently the UK has the 3rd highest electricity costs in the world:https://worldpopulationreview.com/country-rankings/cost-of-electricity-by-countryOn British Embassy Support (Weapons:Yes / Hydrocarbons: No)UK government ending support for oil and gas sector abroad:https://www.gov.uk/government/news/pm-announces-the-uk-will-end-support-for-fossil-fuel-sector-overseasBut no issue promoting UK weapons manufacturers:https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2018/3/15/uk-spent-1-3m-on-security-for-worlds-biggest-weapons-fairSubsidies provided to the oil and gas industry in the US: (this can be complicated to assess because the IMF considers environmental and health costs after production as an effective subsidy, whereas the OECD and the IEA do not)https://www.eesi.org/papers/view/fact-sheet-fossil-fuel-subsidies-a-closer-look-at-tax-breaks-and-societal-costsCorrection on Refinery Capacity in NigeriaI was slightly mistaken, there is some refinery capacity in Nigeria, in fact it's the highest in all of Africa, however it is still around half of what Houston alone produces per day.https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s13203-018-0211-zOn Oil Piracy / Theft (Discussed During Interview as Another Source for Danger / Volatility / Environmental Damage) Oil pipeline theft still seems to be a problem in Nigeria sadly:https://www.pipeline-journal.net/news/explosion-nigeria-oil-pipeline-kills-12-shell-blames-crude-oil-theft-tragedyOn Working in the Pubic SectorI was thinking about one of your last questions afterwards, whether I'd ever work for the government. You know, I would actually love it, to be able to make some type of positive impact, I'd really enjoy that much more than my current job, it's just that what I would advocate is so far in the opposite direction of the UK foreign office and civil service's ethos (non-judgmental promotion of UK interest and people without imposing change on other countries) that I wouldn't get the opportunity. The British sitcom "Yes Minister" captures perfectly how the UK establishment works, it's from the 80s but still very relevant. It works to ensure the continued existence of the establishment, not the general population.AI Machine Transcription - Enjoy the Glitches!Andrew: The sheer scale of, Hydrocarbon involvement in our modern industrial life is so incredibly difficult to untangle.There's literally nothing more important than our energy because it ties into the availability of education and medicine and travel and communication. Right, without. some form of mass energy production. We're right back to the medieval ages.Leafbox: Andrew, thanks so much for making time for me. I know you're a busy guy. Yeah, I really appreciate it. Actually, when I first met you, I was actually fascinated with your work because you're one of the few people I know who has jumped from the oil sector to a climate friendly energy sector, I call it, so I was very curious about your perspectives on both. Having, your wife told me that you lived in Baku and that alone, it is probably a book's worth of questions. Andrew, why don't we just start tell us who you are, where you are, what's the weather like in Fukuoka? And where are you from?Andrew: Well, the most important thing the seasons in Japan seem to follow rules like the rest of Japan. So it's got the memo recently that it's not summer anymore, which is great because summers here are pretty brutal. And it's cloudy and rainy, which from someone from Scotland is nice and familiar.Yeah, I guess be brief biography. I'm Scottish from the North of Scotland. This is usually the point where someone says, well, you don't sound Scottish, but that's because I was born down in England. But moved up Scott, two parents from very remote rural part of Scotland. And we moved up when I was about six.So I went to the local university Aberdeen which at the time was the oil capital of Europe. So with a passion for engineering and a desire to Just have adventure really as a young guy wanting to see the world. Also oil is always historically been very well paid. Probably along the lines of, I don't know, market wise, your career options, lawyer, doctor, that sort of thing, which was never really my interest in an oil worker.So anyway financial motivations, adventure motivations, just an interest in big, heavy engineering pushed me in that direction. I joined, graduated, I took a master's in offshore engineering graduated and joined Halliburton about six weeks before 9 11. So this was in the year of of Dick Cheney, of course then I eventually ended up working offshore.For a company that worked on drilling rigs, doing directional surveys, so you would run drilling tools down the well and that was quite life changing, really very exciting. A lot of. Pressure. This is all gonna make me sound very old, but pre smartphone days. So you were a lot more on your own in those days.I did that for four years. Then I ended up running operations in Lagos, Nigeria. Did that for three years, joined a Norwegian company, worked for them in Aberdeen, and then again, oil service. And ended up running their operations in Baku and Azerbaijan. Then COVID came along and like for a lot of people turned the world upside down.So with the low oil price ended up being made redundant and Really struggled for about a year or so to find work and then it wasn't ideological either one way or another in terms of the energy transition, it's quite heavily marketed these days but I'm not overly convinced that it's as easy as politicians seem to say it is but I took a job for a company drilling offshore foundations.And I was working on a nuclear power station, the cooling shafts for a nuclear power station. And then I simply got a job offer one day an online recruiter to come to Japan to work on offshore wind which has some, Close. It's basically the same things I was doing, except it was in nuclear.So yeah, none of it's been a straight line or a plan, but just the opportunity came up. We really wanted to have another period abroad. So we took the move and then I find myself on a beach speaking to yourself after about a year or so. Leafbox: So Andrew, going back to university time, exactly what did you study? Was this petroleum engineering? Or Andrew: It was no, it was mechanical engineering. But being in it was Robert Gordon university in Aberdeen, but being in Aberdeen, it was very heavily oil influenced at the time. I was actually. obsessed with cars and motorbikes, anything with an engine. So I really wanted to do automotive, but I didn't have the grades to go to a lot of the bigger universities down South.And I was 16 when I went to university and didn't really want to go too far. So I did mechanical. And then that led on to a degree in offshore engineering at the same university, which was completely oil focused. Leafbox: And then Andrew, can you tell me a little bit about the makeup of, the demographics of when you entered the oil industry and especially in Scotland and what were these offshore platforms like, you have engineers with high degrees and then what about the workers themselves?Andrew: Yeah. Yeah. So, your average rig is made up of a lot of different job functions. At the top or guess with the most responsibility. So you've got your company that own the rig. They're the drilling contractor and they have their personnel the guy that manages the rig, and then they have all different personnel, including all the deck crew and all the roughnecks raised about, but then you have the oil company that contracts them.And they have someone offshore running it, but they have a lot of engineers. And then you have all these like service companies, which is what I've worked for that come in and do things. So you typically have on the oil company sides. You'd have someone with, degrees, you'd have like their graduate programs, you'd have young people coming offshore, their first time offshore, but they'd be quite high up relatively.And then you would have your deck crew, mechanics, electricians, which typically weren't university educated. And the guys right at the very top who'd be like, Oh, I am like the rig manager generally, especially in the old days, wouldn't be university educated, but they would just have worked offshore for a very long time.So that they'd be very knowledgeable and skilled in what we're doing. A lot of them took degrees as, technology increased. And it became, more important to have a degree, but especially in the old days, although I think at that level in that job, people wouldn't have had degrees, but you do have, it is a big mix between like I said, your deck crew and the people that are more like the, engineers, geologists, et cetera.And I can't speak for every region, but you do find that you've got, so say the comparative salary or career prospects of a welder, or a mechanic or somewhere you've suddenly got someone who could earn, I don't know, in the U S but in the UK, maybe Twenty five twenty twenty five thousand pounds a year.Maybe, like three years ago in their offshore making like 60, and it's I think it's the same thing in the U. S. you have people from very poor areas that can go offshore and just, quadruple more there their salaries and it's a, But there's a reason why they're, there's a reason why they're getting paid that is because it's a lot more difficult and dangerous when you're away from home and stuff. It's a strange old mix in a lot of ways. Leafbox: And then can you describe for people just what the actual dangers are? Give people an image of what these platforms are like to be on them and how to build them and the complexity of these devices.Andrew: There's so you have there's a lot of different forms, but basically you have a drilling rig. which can be like a semi submersible which floats or a jack up which legs are like sitting on the ground or you could even have a ship that comes like, it all depends on the the depth of the water depth usually.So you'll have this vessel that drills a well and then eventually, so they'll drill a number of wells and then you'll have a platform which is fixed to the seabed usually and then that can that has like a. A wellhead that connects all the wells and then takes the hydrocarbons on board and then it might pump it to another bigger platform or it pumps it to some like somewhere where it's processed and then it's pumped on shore.There's different. There's common dangers. Everything from there've been a number of helicopter incidents over the years. Generally, a lot of these rigs are so far away that you'll take a, you'll take a chopper backwards and forwards. And it's been well documented of things like gearbox failures and stuff.You're probably one of the biggest, I don't have the HSC statistics in front of me, but one of the biggest injuries are probably slips, trips and falls. Because, your average drilling rig has maybe four or five levels to it, and you're up and down stairs all day with big boots on and a hard hat and glasses and stuff, and people tripping on themselves.Obviously drilling, you've got well you've got a lot of overhead lifts, a lot of people get injured with the fingers getting caught between loads roughnecks, raced abouts on the drill floor when they're handling drilling pipe. I've met a lot of people over the years that have got one or more fingers missing, because it's very easy to get your finger nipped between two things are being lifted, especially when people put their hands on to try and direct them.And then obviously the pressure of the hydrocarbons look at deep water horizon, for example the oil and the gas, It's funny listening to your podcast with Jed about oil being sentient that the pressure that the oil is under.So when you tap into, obviously it wants to go, it wants to go up and out. And then that could literally rip a rig apart if it's not if it's not controlled. And then obviously you've got the ignition risk, which, you've got Piper Alpha in the UK and you've got, like I say, Deepwater Horizon, there's been a number of rig explosions and then going back to what I said about platforms.So Piper Alpha was a platform and that was processing gas. So you have 100 and 170, 200 odd people working and living. on a structure offshore where there are like an enormous amount of gas that's being pumped. extracted and pumped like underneath their feet and it only takes, one ignition source and then you're on top of a fireball.And I remember being offshore when they're flaring, which is a process whereby they burn off excess gas and just being stunned by the ferocity of the noise, nevermind the heat of the, that it's just like a primal hour, you, you can stand a couple of hundred. Yards away from it and you can feel it on your face, it's just, it's very different.I've been offshore on a wind turbine installation vessel, which has the same offshore industrial risks in terms of lifted injuries, slips, trips, and falls and suspended loads. But you don't have that. You don't have that like potential that the entire thing can blow up underneath your feet.Leafbox: So with this danger and this kind of. wild beast underneath you. How did the men and women respond? You had in your email, a little bit of this kind of cowboy culture. I'm curious what the culture of these workers are like, and maybe in Scotland and what you've seen around the world. If these people aren't usually they're more working class or what's the relationship with them and the engineers and yeah, tell me about that.Andrew: It's it's a very, it's a very masculine environment. That's not to say that there aren't women offshore in the industry. There, there absolutely are. And there, there are more and more these days especially in certain countries, like in Scandinavia, for instance But it's a very, especially when you get down to the deck crew, it's a very, the recruits are very masculine, very like macho environment.It's quite a tough environment. It's a very hard working environment. The it's not that people I wouldn't say a matter of fact to say the opposite in terms of people having a cavalier attitude to safety. There have been a number of incidents over the years in the industry and each incident spurred along quite a lot of improvements in health and safety.So I'd say probably in terms of. Industry, it's probably one of the safest industries, well, it's probably one of the industries with the best safety attitude. I'm sure maybe nuclear is probably up there as well, but people are aware offshore of the risks. There's a huge QHSE industry.There's a, most companies have some form of a HSE system, which allows anyone from someone who works for the camp boss, like someone who changes the sheets, the cleaners, the cooks to like the driller can stop operations if they think that something is dangerous and there can't be any comeback, and stopping operations offshore is a big deal.Because the average. Rigorate is, it fluctuates, but the average is, I don't know, a few hundred thousand, I don't know what it is at the moment, but let's say up to maybe a half a million more for the biggest rates, biggest rigs per day. That's what, 20, 000 an hour. So if you see something that's dangerous and you stop it for a couple of hours that's a lot of money.So it takes a lot of nerve to do that, but the industry has been pretty good. They have these systems called stop cards. Like I say, Different companies have different names for it, but it gives the ability to It gives you authority for someone not to be forced into doing something that they think is dangerous.So overall, I actually think the health and safety culture is quite good. But if you look at Deepwater Horizon, that was a classic example of even at the corporate level, people being frightened to say no and frightened to halt operations. So that does still persist due to the sheer amount of money involved.Leafbox: And then tell me about in your email, you had a quote line about, these workers spending their money, maybe not as wisely. I'm curious to describe and understand the cowboy. I have this image, my father worked for Exxon for a long time. And his biggest problem was piracy. They had so much issues with piracy, but this was in the Caribbean. So it's just constantly people stealing oil from them. So maybe yeah, tell me how it is now after I guess 2000s, how it's changed. You're describing this very safe sounding MBA driven culture, but I have trouble.Yeah. Tell me what it's like around the world. Andrew: So that's the sort of the day to day attitude offshore, which is pushed very heavily by the oil companies. It's a lot of recording. They record lost time statistics which also not to get sidetracked, but that has a slightly negative effect as well in terms of if a rig has, say.That they'll, quite often rigs will have a big display when you arrive and it says this amount of days from the last accident and if they go like a year without any LTIs, everyone on the rig could get like an iPad or some sort of bonus or something and it's a big deal not to have incidents that cause a loss of time and that, by that if someone has to go to hospital, someone has to leave the rig, but that also does encourage it can encourage hiding of things, someone maybe, they've smashed their finger, but can they just maybe report it, but maybe just go on like light duties or something rather than go to the hospital before, before their shift change sort of thing which does happen and it's not healthy.But anyway, to get back to your point I think it comes from, as I say it's, a way for someone who would have no other avenue to earn the amount of money that they would get offshore by taking on the additional risk and being away from home. So say an electrician, your average construction electrician wages are probably pretty good these days, but if you take someone working in, some rural place in, in the States who is like a car mechanic or something, and then they go offshore And they're multiplying their salary, but they're multiplying their salary, perhaps coming from an environment where no one's ever had that type of money.They're coming home with maybe try to think of some people I've known, hundreds of thousands of dollars a year when their salary may have been I don't know, sub six figures, but they don't come from an environment where that sort of money is common. So you then have a situation whereby they are the one person in their family or town or their local bar.who has loads of money, who's been away from home for four weeks, but he doesn't have the most stable relationship precisely because they're not at home, but yet they've got loads of money and loads of time. You can see how that can encourage perhaps resentment. Or just a feeling of alienation from that community.That sort of person, say they have a lot more money than their friends, maybe they want to buy them drinks, but then do they want to have to do that all the time? I've known people that have been divorced multiple times, that have bought boats and all sorts of things that they never use and they end up with, paying for There are families that they never see, the families that get remarried, the kids that they never see.I've worked with directional drillers that I've got a wife in one country, an ex wife in another country, kids that don't like them, and they just pay for all these families. They get onshore and then they spend the next couple of weeks with some, teenage prostitute blowing all the money on that drink for the rest of the month and then they're back offshore.the shakes and then they decompress over the month and then the cycle repeats itself. So in the one sense, it's a fantastic opportunity for social mobility, but it also can leave a lot of chaos behind it. And I'm certainly not at all. And having come from a work class background myself, I'm not certainly saying that.It shouldn't be there. I think it's a positive thing and it's up to these people what they want to do with their money. I'm just saying it's an interest in social observance that it's, you don't get that many working class people that can leave school and have a manual trade and can go and be a lawyer or a doctor or a CEO but you are all of a sudden getting these people in situations who are making the same amount of money, but without the family structure.Or the societal structure that can prepare them for that.Leafbox: Jumping to the next topic, I'm curious, you first mentioned Dick Cheney, what was your relationship, you're in Scotland, and how does that fiddle in with the Middle East? oil wars and just the general kind of, I feel like when my father worked in oil, there wasn't that much of a hostility in the general environment.It was just people drove cars and you worked in the oil industry and it wasn't that. So in post 2000, I would say things change both from the climate perspective and then from the kind of American imperialist association with oil. Andrew: It's changed massively in terms of hostility. Just, it's just like night and day. So when I graduated, I remember being at school in the early nineties and there was, I don't think it was climate, no, no global warming. It was called then. So there was discussion of it.But the greenhouse the ozone layer was the big deal. And there was environmentalism, Greenpeace was quite big at that time. But. The, there was no stigma like whatsoever into going into the oil industry. And you could see that in terms of the courses at the time they were called there was like drilling engineering courses, offshore engineering courses petroleum engineering.You go back to the same universities now and it's like energy transition. I think you'll struggle to find that many courses that have got the words petroleum or drilling in it. And also it was very easy to get a job in those days in the industry. The, yeah the Gulf War, so the second Gulf War at the time working for Halliburton, I was very conscious of, it was very interesting to me how the company was structured.So you had Halliburton Energy Services and you had KBR, Kellogg, Brennan, Root, and they were the company that won the uncontested contract to rebuild in Iraq. But the way the company was structured. Was that they were that they were split up basically. So if one of them had gone down the toilet for any of these issues, they were separated.I was very happy to join Haliburton. It was a big career wise. I thought it was very good. I look back now, it's funny how I look back, like inside, I look back on that whole Iraq war with absolute horror now, but I had grown up with Free internet with, what at the time were considered authoritative news sources with the BBC and British newspapers.It might sound naive, but you believe that people are doing the right thing. And I just thought at the time that, that, we were going into Iraq because it was a very bad person there. And I look back now, with I look at Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld and all the things that have happened with absolute horror.But at the time it just seemed quite straightforward. My, my view on the oil industry hasn't changed in terms of, I, I believe in an energy mix. I think there's a lot of irresponsibility talked about these days in terms of the energy transition. I do think there should be an energy mix.I don't think it should be any one source of energy. But I feel like we're in the same position that we're in before except instead of it being everyone's desperate to make money out of oil. I think everyone's desperate to make money out of renewables these days. Leafbox: Well, before we jump to that point, I want to I think that's a big topic we'll go to, but tell me about your jump to Nigeria.You're still naive then, or eager help, Nigerian oil industry or what you get assigned to Nigeria. What's that like? Andrew: Well, so I so that four years of us, so the three years I worked for that company originally was on it was on an ad hoc basis. So basically I would be at home. I'd get a phone call.And I could, I had to live within 45 minutes of the airport but I usually got at least a day. Sometimes it wasn't, it will, it was literally a day. Sometimes it was like a week, but I would get a call and then I could go anywhere in a region was Europe, Africa, Caspian. So I could go anywhere.Most of it was in West Africa. So I would go and work offshore in the Congo. Not the DRC, but the Republic of Congo Gabon, Nigeria, but all over Europe and occasionally like the Far East. So I had a lot of experience of Africa at that point. My very first, one thing I did want to, I was thinking the other day, one thing I did want to mention was when I first went, in terms of naivety, when I first time I ever went to Africa was in the Congo.And I'd grown up in the eighties where we had Live Aid was basically anyone's kind of opinion of Africa. And I remember at school we used to be forced to sing Do They Know It's Christmas, like every Christmas. So that was everyone's opinion of Africa was like just basically starving children. And I arrived in the Congo.They've got quite a decent airport now in Point Noir, but when I arrived it was literally a concrete shed with arrivals on one side and departures on the other and just like sand on the ground. And I can't remember coming out of that totally by myself just with my Nokia phone with the local contacts phone number and all these little kids appeared like Tugging it, tugging at my trousers asking for money and I was absolutely horrified I'd never seen like poverty like that and I felt horrible that I couldn't help them.But it's funny how You not that I don't care about children, but you harden yourself to what the reality of life is like in places like that. And I did that for three years. I was in Angola rotating for a year. In Cabinda, which is a chevron camp. And then I I got the job in Nigeria.And actually my father passed away just before I got that job. So I was a bit rudderless at that point. I really enjoyed it got to me in the end, I was there for three years and I started to get very frustrated when I was at home, that's when I thought I need to make a change.But there's a sort of happy level of chaos, I found. It's. in Nigeria, where things are, they don't work in the sense that they would do in, in, in what you'd call, developed countries. You can't rely on things to work. You can't really rely on people in a certain sense, but there's a sort of happy, it's difficult to explain.Like it's just, It's a very chaotic place, a very noisy, chaotic place. But once you accept that it's quite a good laugh actually. I have some quite happy memories from working there. Leafbox: So Andrew, when you enter in these places you first described your kind of exposure to Congo, but how do you conceptualize the interaction between the Western oil companies and I guess the local developing country?Do you think about that? Or are all the workers local? Or is everyone imported from all over the world? And Andrew: There's a big move towards localization in pretty much any location I've been which is, which has changed over the years. So when I first started working say in Africa, as an example.Pretty much all of the deck crew, all of the roughnecks were all Africans or locals from whichever ever country you're in. But once you got to the upper levels, like the Western oil companies, you would have, so you'd have like drill engineers, which weren't. You might describe them as like project managers of the drilling operations.So there you would have kind of a mix of locals and expats, but you pretty much always find once you went above that to like drilling managers. You'd find all what they call company men, which are the company's representative offshore, pretty much always expats. That has changed over the years, which I think is a very positive thing.A lot of countries, Azerbaijan's like this, a lot of countries in Africa, Nigeria is like this. They put within the contracts, like a local content. So for a company to win the license and which is then cascaded down to the subcontractors, you have to have a percentage of local employees and you have to have a system for replacing your senior people, training up locals and replacing them over time, which I think is very positive because after all, it's there.Oil is their resources. There are in certain locations with certain companies, a pretty bad history. Shell Nigeria, for example. You can your listeners can look all this up, but there have been, various controversies over the years on the whole, I think on the whole, I think.that it's a positive for these countries because I look at it in terms of a capitalist sort of capitalist approach that, you know and it's almost like the thing that I was saying where you have like someone who comes from a family or a class where they are not exposed to money and all of a sudden they have a huge amount of money where you could say the same thing with some tiny country where by a that they've had a level of civilization and a level of like income over the years and all of a sudden someone discovers oil and there's no way you can reasonably expect a society to just, you can't take somewhere that goes from like tribal pre industrial revolution conditions and make it New York City overnight.It's just, it's not going to happen. And just expanding that slightly, I was in Papua New Guinea in the eastern part And up in the highlands on a well site a while ago. And that was fascinating because Papua New Guinea is still, it's a country, but it's still very tribal. So once you leave Port Moresby you're really, it's not like you're going to call the police if someone tries to assault you or call an ambulance or something.It's very much like I say, pre industrial revolution, tribal. societies, but they're sitting on billions of dollars of gas. So you get these little pockets of on the shore drilling rigs. And they're just pumping millions and billions of dollars worth of gas out from under your feet, but they pay the locals.And the site that I was on right at the top of the hill overlooking it was a big mansion owned by the who, as soon as he started drilling, he would get 10 million. And then, as I was informed, would probably disappear down to Australia and, enrich the local casinos and stuff. But, who is to say that is, would it be great if he built a hospital and built a school and improved the lives of everyone around him?Oh, of course it would. But who's to say morally that we Chevron should be, I understand the point that maybe Chevron should be building these things, but who is to say that the condition should be attached to what that chief spends his money on. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I I think I place a lot of responsibility on hydrocarbons are located.I do think there have been a lot of very negative practices by By all companies over the years, and they absolutely have a duty to maintain the environment. But I think it's a bit hypocritical. I see a lot of rich Western countries, especially now saying to a lot of poorer, undeveloped countries that they shouldn't be drilling or they shouldn't be, should be using the money differently.And I think, well, it's their resource. I look at it more from a capitalist point of view, rather than, like I said in my email, I'm quite anti interventionist in that sense. So historically I'm going to, this continues now, but there have been issues with literally, so they put these big pipelines through people's villages and the way that a lot of these things are organized is like I said, about Papua New Guinea they'll contact, the tribal chief and we'll pay a rent or some sort of fee to, to put these big pipelines through, through these small places.But there are some times when, I haven't, I, the right tribal chief or they've not paid enough or there's some sort of dispute and you will get villagers literally drilling into these oil pipelines with drills and buckets to steal the oil. And of course someone's doing it and they're smoking or there's some sort of ignition source and the whole thing erupts and, the village is burnt and it's a horrible, tragedy but it's just it's a funny, again, it goes back to the theory of what I was saying, the juxtaposition of that very valuable resource with a very, with a civilization, with a community, probably better way of putting it, who has never had access to that amount of money.So you're literally pumping these, this thing through their village that is worth more money than they'll ever see in their lifetime. And obviously the temptation to try to take some of that. is there, almost like understandably, but then again it quite often results in a lot of death and destruction.So that's yeah, it's just it's part of the whole industry in a lot of ways. And other industries, when you look at things like lithium mining and diamonds and stuff, you have a very high value resource That has been, by pure chance, located in a very poor part of the world and it results in these tragedies sometimes.Leafbox: I was going to ask you about the processing of oil. So when export the raw crude. Mostly the oils and process somewhere else. You were, you're taking the oil from Nigeria. Like Venezuela, they have to ship it all to Houston or whatnot to get turned into different solvents and gasoline. And, Andrew: This is probably when I'll need some fact checking, but my recollection of the time in Nigeria was that they weren't processing the oil on shore.I stand corrected if that's wrong, but my understanding was that they weren't, or at least there wasn't very many refineries, so it was basically all, like you said, extracted and then sent abroad. To be refined. That's certainly the situation in in Papua New Guinea. A lot of it is turned an LPG there and then shipped abroad.I guess I would guess, I would assume that would be the situation in a lot of West African countries for a lot of reasons, you have an established. Supply chain, you have established skill set in other places, then it comes down to cost and then you have the security of, you can imagine the enormous amount of investment you would need in a refinery.And would you rather do that in a place that's had a history of civil war, or would you take the cost to ship it abroad and do it somewhere else, Leafbox: no, it's understandable. I think that's important for listeners to understand that. The refinery in Louisiana or whatnot, or, it's so massive, it's billions of dollars and it's such a dangerous place to work also. Right. Those are just like literally atomic bomb sized potential energy. Andrew: The one thing that, there's always been, say in Scotland, there's been a little bit of resentment towards, Aberdeen and they're all like rich up there from other places in Scotland, but I think that there is, people are aware of Deepwater Horizon and Piper Alpha, et cetera, but I do think that there has been an underappreciation of the, just the Crazy risks that are involved when you're working offshore and handling hydrocarbons.Like I said, you take a helicopter to work with all the risks that I had in, in tails, and then you spend a month or so working on top of something that is effectively, a bomb if if things aren't handled properly. And you're, how far away are you from like emergency services?There are supply vessels and stuff, but. It's very much an environment where you have to just be very careful and very aware of dangers, which I think the industry now has got very good at. But yeah, the wages are high, but they're high for a reason. It's not it's not an easy, it's not an easy job in terms of that.And like I alluded to before, in terms of family stability, working away and coming back is not really conducive quite often to, to a healthy home life.Leafbox: Going back to Angola for a second I read an account of the Chinese are very heavily in Luanda and Angola, and they had the terrible civil war.But one of the things that really stood out to me is that all the Chinese use Chinese labor. So their oil boats are all Chinese workers and they often use ex felons, which I thought was interesting. But there's, I guess they, all these ex felons in Angola, I don't know if you saw this, I wanted to confirm it, but there's a lot of half Chinese, half Angolan children now because all the Chinese roughnecks.They're all men. So there's a booming Angolan prostitution and it just was so wild. Angola think Luanda is the most expensive city in the world. But then the most violent too, so yeah, just what's your general impressionAndrew: I I've been in Luanda in total, probably just a couple of days.Most of my time was spent in a, so Chevron Texco have this place called Cabinda. Which is actually, technically speaking, if you look at the map, it's not actually connected to Angola, you've got Angola, then you've got a little gap, and then you've got Cabinda, which is the little gap is part of the DRC, I think but Cabinda is where all the onshore processing of the oil is.It's part of Angola and it's like a prisoner of war camp and you go up there and you can't leave pretty much until you've finished your work. But my impression of Lulanda wasn't great at all. I remember driving into it and there's these massive shanty towns on the edge of the city with just like literal rubbish tipped down the side of these hills.And then you get into the city and it's just a. massive continual traffic jam with Porsche Cayennes and Range Rovers and G Wagons. And it just felt in the way that I was describing Lagos and even Port Harcourt, which has a pretty bad reputation as a sort of, chaotic, but fun sort of chaos.I felt and this is just my personal impression, I felt Lwanda was chaos, but dangerous chaos. Not you wouldn't stay in a staff house there and you wouldn't go out for a drink anyway. You wouldn't even really go out for lunch much. You just stayed in. It looked to me like as if you'd taken a European city, which I guess it, that's how it was built.And then you just start maintaining it from like 1960s onwards, but then you'd add it in a civil war and I appreciate the civil war was like a proxy civil war and then just didn't repair any infrastructure and just peppered the whole place with like bullet holes.It wasn't, it was not particularly, it's not a place that I would recommend to be quite honest with you. In terms of the Middle East, the comparison with the Middle East I've not really worked that much in the Middle East, to be quite honest with you. I guess my closest is the Caspian, which is more Central Asia, but that was way more structured.Yes, there's massive amounts of corruption, massive amounts of poverty. But yeah, absolutely more structured and less chaotic in that sense. Leafbox: Andrew, what's the relationship in Nigeria, there's famous activists who, like the Shell, they polluted so heavily, but then I guess the military tribunals would erase or disappear people.Maybe this is before you worked there, but what, as, what was the relationship of the company men with the government? Was there open kind of corruption or? What was your general vibe of is the manager's job and kind of getting these contracts. Talk to me about that. Like Deanna, how did the, you know, Exxon versus Armco or whatever it is, whoever's ever getting these contracts, there's obviously backdoor dealings.Andrew: Yeah, in terms of, actual drilling licenses I was never near or even remotely near the people that will be making those sort of decisions. And I'm certainly not going to allege corruption at that level. And I don't have any evidence, but what I would say, and again, all of this is just my personal opinion.It's, I'm not disparaging any one particular place in general, but the level of corruption. that I would see was so endemic that I just came to feel it was cultural which again, it's not really don't want to make that sound like it's a slight, to me it was an understanding of I really feel, and just briefly going back to the whole Bob Geldof Live Aid thing, I really feel like in the West we've made a mistake over the years in trying to impose our way of looking at the world on other cultures.And what I would see in most West African countries was it was just an accepted way Of living, accepted way of dealing. So you would go to the airport. We used to have these boxes that would have electronic equipment in them. And we had to hand carry them cause they were quite fragile.And then you would go to the check in desk and they would be like okay, well we have to get some stairs to lift this into the plane. So that's an extra 50. I'm not sure you actually own this equipment. It's got another company written on it. You give me a hundred dollars.Sometimes it's not quite said, you'll just get so much hassle and you'd see other, you'd see some people there that would freak out in case thinking that they were gonna, arrested or something. They just open their wallet and hand over loads of money. The, but it's not it's not like some under the table nefarious plot it's just like the checking guy is getting paid next to nothing He sees someone who's obviously got all my money and he has How can I get that money off him and it's at every single level my I mean I suppose I would say I was wise to it, but even I would make naive mistakes.I remember on a leaving day when I left Nigeria I had this driver who I'd still consider a friend. I messaged him on Facebook sometimes, and he was a really nice young guy who would go out of his, literally out of his way to help me. And I made the silly mistake of handing in my bank card on my like, leaving due.I'd had a little bit to drink and I just thought, surely it'll be fine. And of course I get back to the UK, I check my statement and there's a couple of hundred dollars missing or a hundred pounds missing. At the time I was like, that must be a bank error, surely not. But I look back in it now and I just think, again, this isn't, this honestly isn't even a criticism, it's just the culture is to try and hustle.And if you, if it doesn't work, well, I tried. It's just, it's endemic in that sense. I don't doubt that there most likely have been over the years some very shady practices on the behalf of Western oil companies and Western governments. You only have to look at the history of, BP and the UK government and Americans in Iran and coups to get oil and all these sorts of things.But I'm just talking about like the corruption that I've seen, it seemed, Cultural in that sense. It's just everywhere. The one thing that I would say is that companies I've worked for within the contracts is very heavy anti corruption. So the FCPA, if I'm remembering that right, in the US. The anti corruption laws are very strong to the point where if a company official from a country, say like Scotland, is a manager and he signs off on a bribery expense, he can actually, if I'm right in recalling this, he can end up going to jail himself for that.So a hundred percent, I'm sure it's happening by at the same time legally, there are some very strict laws against it. Leafbox: When they just outsource to local sub providers, that's what I would imagine they do to get around that. Andrew: I think it's a case of well, just don't tell me sort of thing.Leafbox: Yeah. Andrew: I'm pretty sure that, that's why. Well, Leafbox: I think people don't understand if you haven't been to these countries, it's just it's just not Norway. It's not. Yeah. It's a very different. Yeah. Andrew: And. I, sorry to interrupt you, but I've done quite a bit of work in Norway and I have found that some countries and some cultures seem to have a difficulty accepting that the world isn't the way that they are.And I think that that, not to, not to boast or to my trumpet here, but I think that one thing that I've learned over the years is that some places they just are the way they are. And it's, of course you don't want to encourage. Corruption, you don't want to encourage mistreatment, but I don't believe it's your right.Like I'm like, I live in Japan now and some things, a lot of things about Japan I absolutely love, but there are also some things about Japan that just don't seem right to me. But it's not my place to come in and say, right, you're doing this wrong. You should be doing this the other way. It just isn't, it's not my country.And I felt the same way in Africa. There's loads of things about Nigeria that I was like, this is absolute madness. But it's their madness, it's not my madness, and I'm a guest in their country. Leafbox: What do you think the difference, in your email to me, you wrote about the colonial being British, how's that relationship been for you?You've, non interventionist now, but you wrote about, your forefathers or previous generations having quote, good intentions. Maybe tell me about that. Andrew: I think that I know that there's a lot in the UK as with America now that's quite, there's a lot of attempt to be revisionist within history and question history, which I'm a big fan of people questioning history.I just think once again, that we are tending to look at things from a very Western point of view without taking into account like global history. I know believe, through my experience of traveling, I now think, well, exactly like what I just said, I don't think it's our place to change countries to mold them in our ways, but I do have a more charitable view of a lot of our maybe not every one of them, certainly not every country's colonial adventures, but I do think that some of them were more motivated by, as I said, a Christian desire to end certain barbaric practices.If you look at, the I forget what the practice is called, but the practice of people burning their their wives on the husband's funeral pyre in India and the whole slavery, which, yes, Britain was a part of but it's quite clear that, the British Navy was very important, effective in, in, in ending the global slave trade.So I'm very proud of where I come from and I'm proud of my ancestors. I don't deny that They were put that they, there weren't some, as I said, some negative aspects and atrocities, but I just think that again, when it comes to, and I think about this more because I have kids now.So I think about how I want them to feel about the country going forward. This is part of, traveling. You see so many countries where people are so proud of their country. Nigerians were some of the most proud people I think I've ever met, and it's the same in Japan. And I worry the direction our country's going, both the UK and the US, when we were raising a generation of children who are being taught to be embarrassed by where they come from.Leafbox: Going back to oil for a second, Andrew, the colonial legacy is impossible to digest in a short interview, but do you have, what's the general like Pemex or the Venezuelan oil companies or the Russian oil companies? What's your general impression of nationalized oil companies versus the private?Andrew: Yeah. I so I guess my biggest experience is in Azerbaijan, there's a company called Soka which is the national oil company. And of course all these national oil companies, a lot of them have shares in international like private oil companies.So it's not always a clear divide of either one or the other, but I guess I, as someone who really. believes in capitalism. I think that in terms of efficiency and certainly in terms of safety, in terms of environmental compliance, I think that the private oil companies are much more answerable to activism, to just a sense of corporate responsibility than private oil companies.And if you're in somewhere like Russia, like you say, Venezuela and the national oil companies is polluting the water. Well, What are you going to do about compared to a private oil company who has, a much more, it has shareholders and I guess more of a global footprint. But I also come back to the point, as I was saying about localization that these resources are the country's resources and I think it's quite right that companies pay.I wouldn't say prohibitive amounts of tax, but I think it's quite right that companies pay a lot of money in tax when they extract the hydrocarbons, and they have local content. I guess the ideal for me is private, but with a level of public ownership. But not actually running the operations because I think as soon as you take away, as soon as you take away that meritocracy, you end up with health and safety risks, you end up with just waste, and when it comes to something like with the large amounts of money involved That just ends up taking money away from the actual people.I don't think it's, I don't think it's generally a great idea, but I think a sort of public, a bit like you see a lot here in Japan actually, a public private mix, if done properly, is probably the way to go for a lot of utilities. Leafbox: Great. So Andrew, maybe it's time to jump to the oil and energy diverse mix.Tell me about what brings you to Japan. First, you work on nuclear and now wind. Andrew: Yeah. For me, I can't claim any sort of high minded high minded drive to change from one industry to the other. It was purely, I had a mortgage and a new baby and I desperately needed a job. So that was how I made that jump.The one thing I have experienced over the years, it's certainly the place I've worked. It's very, Unless you're in a region that has like a national oil company, it's even then I guess depends who you are. It's very meritocratic, but it's quite cutthroat. So oil companies, service companies, as soon as oil price drops, it's very cyclical.People just get made redundant. People, I saw people at Halliburton had been there for literally 40, 50 years being made redundant just because the share price dropped a few points. I've been made redundant twice myself. And yeah, it's just horrible. And there's nothing you can do about it because it's an economic decision.It's nothing to do with your performance. And that happens to, it's probably very few people on the street that hasn't happened to It's the downside of the high salary really. So coming into wind it was really an opportunity to, as I say, we wanted to live abroad again for a little while.And opportunities to live in Japan don't come by very often. And it's interesting. It's interesting. It's very different. It's interesting from an engineering point of view. It's a lot of heavy lifts. And Japan, I think Japan has a good attitude towards offshore wind, because everything else, Japan has a long term vision.It has a vision of a percentage mix of nuclear fossil fuels, renewables, whereas I feel like I'm fairly against it in my home country, in the UK, because we don't have a long term plan. We've had four prime ministers in the last two years. One of them wanted to build eight nuclear power stations, the next one to start fracking.And then the one now wants to quadruple our offshore wind capacity in eight years, which is impossible. It's quite nonsensical. It's quite short term thinking. I'm not anti wind, I'm not pro oil, I'm not anti or pro any, anything. What I'm pro is a science based, long term, non subsidy, non corruption based market solution.Obviously you've got environmental aspect of climate change, et cetera, which needs to be taken into account. But I found, I find a lot of the attitude towards renewables and towards the energy mix quite histrionic and not really based on facts. Leafbox: Do you ever think about, geopolitics as an engineer in terms of, where these pressures are coming from.Europe particularly seems so against oil and hydrocarbons, but if you do any scientific research, you just, there's the capacity of hydrocarbons to produce energy is just unparalleled in terms of the input to output. And wind is just not a realistic option. Andrew: I think that, I think there's a general I would say it's a mistake, but I think it's done on purpose, but there's a general attitude that seems to be portrayed in the media that you can have one company or one industry is virtuous and everything they do is virtuous and there are no negative connotations or motivations behind what they're doing.And then the other is just all negative. So right now, it seems like oil is completely negative and then offshore wind is completely positive. You look at the motivations behind companies putting in offshore wind turbines or the service companies exactly the same as motivations behind all companies.Neither one is doing them. For anything other than to make money. And I think it's simplistic and a little bit silly to think that the boss of an oil company is some sort of J. R. Ewing, person that likes to run over puppies on the way home and the boss of an electricity company or a turbine installation company or whatever.is some sort of, sandal wearing saint that doesn't care about money. Everyone in pretty much, I would say any corporation, that statistic about men are CEOs, they're psychopaths. All they care about is money. And I think there are a lot of like there's a lot of talk about subsidies.You just touched on it, I think. And people talk about subsidies and oil when they're talking about subsidies and oil, what they're talking about is the The fact that when you drill an oil well, which can be anything between, I don't know, 30 and like upwards of 100 million, you basically get to claim that back off the tax.Now the tax in the UK is, it was about 75 percent on the oil that they extract and profit from the oil they extract. But if you have that say 100 million cost, how many companies can drill three or four wells at 100 That you're going to get anything out of that. Very few companies can afford to take that risk.I don't think it's a bit rich to call that a subsidy when you've got the whole CFD process for offshore wind, which effectively guarantees the strike price of electricity. So you imagine if you had that for oil, you would have, You would have countries buying oil off the oil companies when the price dropped, and they don't have that, they don't have that, that, that mechanism, but you simply wouldn't get offshore winds without a decent strike price, which you've seen recently in the auctions when no one bid on the licenses in the UK, and I think it was the US as well.Leafbox: So in essence you prefer just like a free market, totally. Not a totally free market, but in the sense that a clear transparent market. So if that really incentivized the right incentives, like you're saying in Japan, they have that mix of nuclear and hydrocarbon and wind and solar. And in Japan, I always feel like they're just burning trash.That's their real power generation. Andrew: It's funny that it's such a funny place in so many ways, but you've got this island, which has, a lot of geothermal resources. But in terms of mineral resources, it's not in a great position yet. It manages to be so incredibly self sufficient in terms of industry, in terms of fuel price.Like they, they said to me when I arrived here, Oh God, it's so expensive electricity. It's like about 60 to, to a month for the electricity in your house. And it's a four bed house with five air cons on 24 seven. I'm like, geez, you just see the price UK. You'd be like, 10 times almost. So they managed to make it work, but like everything else here, like I said, it's a long term, long thought process.And Obviously, I guess we haven't really talked about it, and I'm not, I don't feel qualified even to talk about it at all, to be honest with you, but in terms of climate change, I am very much meritocratic and capitalist in that sense that I think the market will identify the most efficient.way of providing energy, but I completely accept that there needs to be a level of environmental regulation because going back to what I said, CEOs, I think of any company would do anything if it made them money. And I've seen, I saw this in Azerbaijan. You go out, you're back, he's an absolutely beautiful city, but if you look back through its history of being part of the Soviet Union, the level of just pollution was unreal and it still suffers from a lot of that, especially out with the main city. So I 100 percent agree with environmental regulations. I think that, I think there's a lot of politics behind climate change. I'm quite skeptical of international NGO organizations, especially with the last few years that we've had.But I think that the yeah, I think that Japan's got it right. I think we need a mix and we need to not. Pretend like we are doing in the UK at the moment that for instance, the electricity price in the UK is doubled since 2019. And it hasn't here in Japan, and there, there tends to be a thought of, well, we just need to do all this because climate change is going to happen.It doesn't matter that, that people are suffering now, I don't think, I think people tend to. tend to maybe forget the, it's like the, the just stop oil extinction rebellion types. It's the world we have is impossible to have without oil. Sure. You can reduce it. It's going to run out eventually one day anyway.So reducing it is not a bad thing, but to pretend that you can just press stop and then you can put in a wind
Missionary Girl Finds Expression in Her Sexuality at College By CelinasFantasy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There's just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn't he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf. Then he'd just happen to notice that I don't have anything on under my skirt. He'd have the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my thighs, hold me in place and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a 'private lesson.'Just like any other day in class, he'd be completely in control while I'd be struggling to stay quiet and fighting my blush so no one notices anything is a miss as he slowly licks and kisses up to my cunt, I squeeze my legs together tightly and try to focus on my notes. Getting distracted by another fantasy about Dr. Smith isn't going to help me get my degree, even if I think it's a better way to spend class time, study time, and those nights where my roommate is with her boyfriend. His eyes flick to me and I answer his question, "It's the institutionalized racism that sets the groundwork for such practices and methods of thinking to continue without change. It's easier to change minds than to dismantle an entire set of laws, communities, and address the history they're founded on." "Very good, Celina," he appraises with a smile. My own answers right away and I dip my head to try to keep it focused through the rest of class. Just thirty minutes left and I'll be free of the torture of watching Dr. Smith, trying to focus, and fighting the growing lust that keeps filling me. I reach for my cross necklace, trying to pull myself back into place. What would my mother think of me getting distracted by an older man after getting home from a mission trip! She always says I'm the best daughter she could ask for. She tells her friends I have a good head on my shoulder, that I'm going to do great things in the world someday and that I'm living just like a good Mormon girl should. I always took that as a compliment, until I realized I'm one of the only virgins in my dorm. I'm definitely the oldest virgin in the dorm. Twenty years old and I'm the only one who's never had sex. The thought makes me blush. A part of me just wants to get it over with. I've heard it's painful the first time, but after that it's magical and wonderful. Tugging on the cross again and feeling the chain bite into the back of my neck banishes the thought. It's a miracle I make it through class without embarrassing myself by answering a question wrong or voicing exactly what I'm thinking. Of course, Dr. Smith asks me to 'hang back' after class. When the others leave he hands me something. I stare at the paper. "You want me to be your teacher's assistant this year?" "You know what you're doing in every sociology class, Celina. I know you said you want to be a social worker and that's great, but I want you to be a teacher's assistant for me so you can see all the options. You could go into law and really defend people. You could teach, you could be a researcher, and become one of the people I teach about. Plus, being a teacher's assistant looks great on resumes," he winks at me. That one little move and the smile he gives me has me wetter than porn. I force the best and most innocent smile I can when I agree. I wave to him, "have a good weekend!" "You too, Celina! Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he calls. I hear him chuckle and catch something I shouldn't hear as it echoes down the hall, "that means you can pretty much do anything." I blush again and quickly head across campus to my dorm. I get back to the dorm and flop on the lower bunk bed. Less than ten minutes later, my roommate, Millie comes in. She sits with me on my bed. "Happy first week of classes," she says softly. "You too," I sigh. "Still thinking about some guy you met in, where did you go again?" She nudges my leg. "I went to the Dominican Republic. I met plenty of people, but no guy," I admit, playing with my necklace again. "I just didn't want to go another year as the reigning champ of those ice breaker games." "Aww, innocent little Celina being good for her parents," Millie teases. "Come on. You're twenty. You're a whole adult! When are you going to start living the life you want instead of the one your mother has all laid out for you?" "She has connections," I grumble. "To be a social worker? I'm pretty sure as long as you have a degree and you're willing to show up they'll take you. They're so backlogged and overworked," Millie huffs. "Anyway, working crazy hours and stressing about bills is right around the corner. Don't you want to have some fun before then?" "I have, " I can't make myself say fun. Going on Mission trips used to be fun. I got to work hard, I got to help people. I got to travel. I didn't always 'share the word of god' because I wanted to learn everything about the people who were already there. Lately, though, I feel like there's some leash on me that keeps getting tighter. My mom has been promising surprise visits, she's told me she's found some nice boys that might be an option for me someday. She's planning out every bit of my life and my control just keeps slipping away. "Celina?" Millie nudges me. "I've never been to a frat party, you know?" "Oh, I know. And if you would have told me that you had, I wouldn't have believed you," she laughs. "We should change that," I mumble. "Oh. My. God. I thought you'd never ask!" Millie squeals as she jumps up. She runs right to her closet and starts pulling things out. "You're going to be such a fun Barbie to play with. No more long skirts and flowy tops that hide your curves." "You haven't seen my curves!" "Honey, when you get back from the shower you clutch your towel so tightly that I get jealous of that hourglass figure. Now we just have to dress you properly and you're going to be all the guys can think of." "Millie, don't go crazy. There can't be any pictures that tag me, there can't be anything that my mom will see and-" "You're being a normal college girl for once in your life! I'm so excited that I'm not going to let anything ruin it. If you like one party, then we'll be able to go to more, and trust me, I want you there." I laugh and she goes over the rules with me while making me try on a ton of different outfits. From skin-tight jeans that won't button with my hips to skirts that are truly sinful. She finally hides me from the mirror with a bright smile while doing my makeup and hair. I'm stuffed in some little pink dress that feels amazing on my skin and at least covers my ass. It shows some cleavage, holds to my body until my hips, then flairs out just enough that I feel like I actually have clothes on. "What's the top three rules, Celina?" She asks after coating my lips with something. "Don't take drinks from anyone if they're already open. Don't go into a room with a bunch of guys alone. Always make sure I can see you," I repeat. "That's right. We're going to the frats together, so we're leaving together," she says seriously. "You're starting to scare me. It sounds dangerous," I grumble. "Frat guys can be like starved animals and tonight you look like a perfect steak. They're going to want to drag you back to their rooms and fuck you until you can't stand it anymore. Trust me, that's no way to lose your virginity," She points mascara at me. "Now, try to keep your eyes still." While she keeps working on my face and hair I think of that image. Multiple men fighting over me, wanting me, trying to claim me, and using every hole they can get. Even my back hole which I've seen in porn and, honestly, I enjoyed myself after taking off my cross and hoping God wouldn't judge. That doesn't sound terrible. Being wanted that badly that men are willing to share, being craved and taught so much in one night. Being offered everything, "You got quiet. Are you still going to go with me?" She asks. "Yes! I'm going. Trust me. I want to be there," I assure with a smile. "You look like you're going to be naughty. If that's what you want, just tell me before you disappear into a room. I can vet the guys for you," she says. "How?" "I've slept with some and my brother is at the frat we're going to. He knows the guys who understand the word 'no' and he'll make sure we stay safe. The guys already know that if they so much as insult me, Eric will kick their asses to the moon and then they'll get to explain why they can't have sex for a week or two," she laughs darkly. Finally, Millie lets me see my reflection. I feel brand new. I look like myself, only upgraded and I had no idea I was anything like this. I bounce a little and she hands me cut flats. "I'd say heels, but those take practice and we might be on our feet for hours, so we're not doing that." "Next time," I agree. "I like the idea of next time, especially since you're already so gung-ho about it!" She bounces while taking my hand. We walk to the frat houses and head to the largest one that has a crowd of people eagerly standing around. It's barely dark out and already people are openly drinking on campus. There's some odd-smelling smoke too. Millie rolls her eyes. "If someone offers you something to smoke, definitely say no." "No need to worry about that," I assure, wrinkling my nose. We head inside, using the door to the first floor where there's two wide open sections. People are playing beer-pong, other games, and dancing. Millie mixes a drink, tells no less than three guys to fuck off, then hands me the red-solo cup. "Sip that. I mix strong drinks," she warns. "Who's your gorgeous friend, Mills?" A tall boy asks. He looks familiar but I can't remember him. I take a full drink of what Millie made and sputter. She laughs. "I told you, Celina. Go slow." She turns to the guy. "Ryan, you know my roommate." "Holy shit. Look at you. Came out of the bible and looking good," he drinks me in. Millie elbows him. "Are you still my boyfriend or are you shopping around?" "All yours, beautiful. You did a great job." He kisses her neck and murmurs more compliments in her ear until she's giggling and more than happy to kiss him. "Really Mills? In the kitchen? Take it up to Ryan's room," Eric, her older brother orders. I've met him more than her boyfriend and had a little too much eagerness to come today since finding out he and his girlfriend broke up. Eric is as gorgeous as Millie, plus he's essentially a full wall of muscle. He's the kind of guy a girl can only dream about with deep green eyes, tan skin, wild surfer-boy hair and enough meat on his frame to make any girl want to swoon just so he'd catch them in his arms. He looks me over slowly as he takes a long drink from a bottle of beer. "Well, you look nice, Celina." "Thanks, it's all Millie," I mumble, feeling out of place now that Millie is actively making out with her boyfriend and lost to the rest of the world. Eric rounds the counter between us. "It's not all Millie." He offers me his hand and leads me to the dance floor. I stand on my toes as I notice how everyone else is dancing. I press myself against his chest after stumbling to try and reach his ear. "I don't know how to dance like this." "I'll teach you," he promises. He turns me around. "Take two big drinks." I do that, hissing as the alcohol hits my tongue. After my third drink, he steals my cup from me and takes a drink for himself. Eric guides me back until my ass is cradled by his hips. "Just move with me, Celina. Let me guide it and stay pressed to me like glue." I do what he says. It's easier to let go than I figured it would be. Eric dances with me, rubs my hips until I feel all gooey inside, and controls my drinking so I'm never more than buzzed. I can appreciate the fun without worrying, but I'm not tripping over myself like some other girls. Another guy comes up and dances in front of me. Eric chuckles and puts my hand on the other guy's shoulder. I giggle and stroke down his chest. He moves with me, slides his thigh between my legs so I'm grinding on him and I gasp at the rush of pleasure that pulses through my body in tune with the music. Two attractive men rubbing against me, hard and muscular, and, it's so much better than fantasizing about a professor or getting papers done early just to watch Friends re-runs. I moan when the guy in front of me runs his fingers through my hair and guides my head back. "You want a kiss, baby?" he croons. I nod hopelessly as I eye his full lips. He kisses me slowly, drawing it out like he knows it's my first time. I melt against him. Eric, unwilling to let me forget him, starts kissing across my neck in a way that sparks a fire low in my belly. I feel like I'm made of lava and the pressure just keeps building. I turn my head and Eric's mouth fits mine. Unlike the man in front of me, Eric doesn't take his time. He's not soft, he's full of demands. His tongue pushes between my lips and claims me entirely. All I can do is suck his tongue and try to answer the soft strokes as he explores my mouth and takes everything he wants. He cups my breast in one big hand while the guy in front of me palms my ass. I've never felt hornier in my life. I moan and roll my hips on the other guy's thigh, needing more of that delicious friction of his hard cock if we're going to be keeping this up. They both feed me kisses, press me harder between their bodies, fight over my attention until I'm so high on the lust coursing through my body, I can't get enough. I want all of them. The dress, their clothes, it's all in the way. Eric tosses back the rest of my drink, then throws me over his shoulder. I gasp. "Hey!" "You're coming with me, Celina," Eric decides. "Don't leave me out!" The other guy complains. He follows us and keeps playing with my hair. "You're a naughty thing aren't you?" "I want to be," I say, even as my cross necklace hits me in the face. I lean forward and bite Eric's ass through his jeans. He chuckles. "You're playing a dangerous game, Celina. Be careful since you don't know the rules." I giggle and bite him again. He tosses me down in a bed and I see two other guys already in the room he brought me to. I don't know them, but I don't care. Eric is someone I can trust. He takes off his shirt and climbs on top of me, feeding me more of his hot, controlling, delicious kisses. "Celina," he whispers against my lips, "I want you to meet my friends." "Hi," I say before pulling Eric back to me and stroking over his gorgeous body. His arms are so strong, so amazing. "James is the one you met on the dance floor," Eric says while sitting back on his heels and pulling one of my feet over his shoulder to kiss up my calf. James kisses me hungrily, his hand slipping into the top of my dress to stroke the sensitive skin of my breast. A moan bubbles from my throat as his fingers close around my nipple, tugging and massaging until I can't control my squirming. "Tuck and Aaron are both here in the room," Eric continues. I look over and see both of the other guys watching. Eric nips the inside of my knee. "Do you want them to kiss you too? To touch your gorgeous body?" "Maybe," I say before licking my lips. Eric chuckles. "Looks like you two are on the sidelines for the start." "Boo," One of them says. "Shut it, Tuck, enjoy the show," the other one, with thick blonde hair, says sharply. Eric and James pull the whole mattress off the bed and to the middle of the floor. I stretch out, enjoying the envious looks of the guys as the skirt of my dress rides up. Eric's face blushes despite the hunger in his gaze. "I don't think she needs underwear, what about you, James?" Eric asks. "Seems like a waste to me," he agrees. "Please," I tug at my own soaking panties. "Off?" "What a good girl," Eric pulls me closer to him and spreads my legs. "You want these panties off?" "Yes," I whimper, feeling exposed as he stretches my legs wide so everyone can see exactly how wet my cotton panties are. "So wet already," Eric croons. "Is your cunt aching to be filled?" "Yes!" I whine. "Please, I want you to fill me!" Eric and James slide my underwear off and I start fighting my dress. Tuck, the one with black hair and dark eyes slowly guides my dress up until it's only covering my breasts. He kisses me slowly, only breaking the kiss to finish removing my dress. I moan as the cool air hits my skin and tightens my nipples into hard, needy peaks. Tuck takes care of that, sucking one nipple into his mouth while massaging my other breast. I moan as his tongue swirls and flicks over my nipple. As if that's not enough, I see James lower his body between my legs. He kisses across my thigh and Eric smiles. "He's going to make sure you're all ready for us, Celina. We don't want you hurting." "Please!" I beg even as my fingers wind into Tuck's hair. "I want, " "I know you want plenty" Eric croons. "We're going to take our time and do it right. Especially if you want all of us." I nod and he strokes through my hair. I whimper and lift my hips when James licks over my clitoris. Eric grins. "You like that?" "Yes, so much!" I groan. James does it again and again, using his tongue in ways that have me dizzy. He moans and sucks the same spot, making my toes curl in the stupid shoes I still have on. Eric unzips his jeans in front of me. "You wanted to bite my ass, can you be a good girl and settle for sucking?" He asks. I eye his gorgeous big cock and nod as I lick my lips. "Yes. Please!" He grins and slowly eases into my mouth. He whispers instructions, "lick and suck. That's right. Use your tongue. Fuck, your mouth is so tight, so hot and wet. You're perfect, Celina. You've been hiding so much." I moan and take him deeper, wanting to fit as much as possible in my mouth. I like how full he makes me feel, how powerful I feel as he fills my throat again and again. It's wonderful, and I just want more. "Slowly. I don't want to cum without fucking you. I'm your warm-up, Celina," Eric purrs. I get him to the point where he's shaking, but then I can't hold back. My back arches and I moan. James' tongue demands my attention as he sucks and licks at the same time, just like Eric told me to do. I gasp and grip his hair tighter and nearly scratch Tuck's scalp as I try to find something to hold onto. Eric strokes through my hair. "Come, sweetheart. Just let go and enjoy it." I whimper, but when Tuck's teeth graze my nipple, I burst. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure shoots through me. I try to close my legs, try to wiggle away from the overwhelming feeling, but I'm locked between these three men with nowhere to go. I come down from the high and see them switching positions. Eric holds my leg up and groans. "Such a pretty cunt. I think you want something inside it, don't you, Celina?" "Yes," I say in a hoarse voice. "Good girl. Take Tuck in your mouth and I'll finger you," he barters. I do exactly as I'm told. Tuck thrusts into my mouth, so I get to take him even deeper than Eric. Even when I start to gag, I just pull him closer. My eyes roll back as Eric eases two fingers into my cunt. I know I can take more thanks to the toy I've been using -- the one Millie bought me as a joke. What I don't expect is something wet against my ass. I start to pull away from Tuck, but he holds my chin. There's a First For Everything, "Aaron likes eating ass. Is that okay?" he asks. I nod weakly. My legs are shaking. His tongue, Eric's fingers, Tuck's cock filling my throat. A hand cups my other breast, pinching and teasing my nipple. There's James. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. I cum again as Eric fingers me hard and fast. Tuck's legs shake and I suck harder, determined to pull him down with me. He groans and rasps, "you want my cum, baby?" I nod and grab his ass, jerking him further down my throat just as Aaron slides a finger into my ass. Tuck and I come apart together. He fills my mouth with cum as my whole body tightens and lightning bolts of ecstasy shoot through me. Tuck chuckles softly and pets my hair after I swallow. "Such a good girl. Where have you been hiding?" "In her dorm all this time," Eric says before pulling on a condom. "You belong right here, don't you Celina?" "More?" I ask. The guys chuckle, then I hear another condom being put on. Tuck sits on his bed, watching with hungry, eager eyes. James helps me onto my knees. Eric lifts me onto his lap until his cock nudges my cunt. "Can you take me?" I nod. "You're only a little bigger than my toy." "What about Aaron in your ass?" I look back at him and nod slowly, but face Eric. "You first." "Yes, sweetheart. Me first." He slowly guides me down his cock. I thought he was only a little bigger than my toy, but he feels a million times better. I grip his shoulders hard, whimpering as I take every inch. He helps me move up and down, his hands on my hips firmly. He kisses me softly, whispers encouragements, then settles for kissing my throat. I feel Aaron nudging my ass with his cock, then something wet and slippery coats that back hole and my crack. I can't look since James offers me his cock, tapping it against my lips. I open for him and moan as he fills me. He runs his fingers through my hair as Aaron kisses across my shoulder. "You're such a good girl, taking all of us. Such a treasure," he purrs. Already, my toes are curling. I love feeling this full of them. I love feeling this used, this valued. When Aaron slowly eases into my ass, I feel the pressure, the little pricks of pain, all of it, it feels so good. "Holy fuck give it to me harder" I yell. Eric increases the pace and rubs my clit while James keeps nodding and telling me how well I take his cock. By the time I realize I'm hurting, Aaron is already completely inside of me. I gasp and James pulls out of my mouth. "How does that feel?" "Do you want us to stop?" Eric asks seriously. "No, don't stop. Don't ever stop. So good," I moan as cum drips down my lips, my head hitting Eric's shoulder. When he and Aaron move, I nearly scream as I come apart. It's too intense, too overwhelming. My thighs are all slick with my own wetness and I feel dirty in the best way. I lean towards James once the orgasm passes and take him deep in my throat. I can't get enough of them. The way they grunt and groan around me, the compliments they give me, how they restrain themselves so I don't get hurt. James comes first, filling my mouth again until I have to swallow twice to get it all down. Then Eric and Aaron nod. They take everything up a notch. Instead of moving together like they were, they find a pace that's opposite of each other. I can't catch my breath, I can't think straight, all I feel is pleasure like I could only dream about. I take whatever kisses I'm offered, I hold onto both men as they share me, I cum more times than I can count, until finally, they both finish with growls and sharp grunts. They slide out of me and I lay on the mattress, sore all over from this new experience, breathless, and overwhelmed. "Get showered," Eric orders the other guys. They leave only once I have a blanket over me. Eric pushes my hair from my face and chuckles at whatever expression I have on. "You're a treasure, Celina," he whispers in my ear before kissing me slowly. I smile and he chuckles. "There you are." "I want more," I stroke down his chest. "I want to feel that good always." "I'm more than happy to make you feel that good again, but right now, you need to rest. You're already going to be sore," he kisses my forehead. After a few minutes, he manages to sneak me into a bathroom and helps me scrub down in the shower stall without getting my hair or face wet. Once I'm dry and dressed, he leads me back downstairs with a wicked glint in his eyes. We're keeping a secret from his sister, I know that. He dances with me again, gets me another drink, and doesn't hesitate to grab my ass whenever he wants. I realize I left my underwear in his room, but I can't make myself care about that either. I'm sure Millie won't like me dancing with her brother. I'm sure my best friend won't be happy that her brother and his friends took a whole lot of my firsts today, but all I can think about is when I can have them again. When I can have anyone again like that. Eric pulls me back against him. "I ruined your sweetness, didn't I?" "No," I stroke down his chest and grin. "You just made me a whole lot greedier for things I didn't even know were possible." He kisses me quickly. "Anytime you want fun, you know where to come." "Your room?" "Sure, I'll make you come there, the bathroom, your room, the library, there's a list of places. I'm a very kinky guy like that" he chuckles. I smile and twist under his arm. Why the hell did I wait so long to take what I want, especially when it means having this kind of pleasure and this kind of fun? By CelinasFantasy
Is Self-Brain Surgery "Real Surgery"?This episode answers that question! (Throwback Thursday for inter-season interlude)Season 11 is coming next week! The season 10 finale will be tomorrow, a final Frontal Lobe Friday to get you ready for the amazing Season 11, which starts Monday!Leave a voicemail with your question or comment!Five Ways You Can Support this show:Pray for us!Subscribe, like, and share it with your friends! (We even have a YouTube channel!)Leave reviews and comments wherever you listen to podcasts!You can become a paid partner of the podcast and get special bonus episodes and lots more content by clicking here. Visit one of our affiliate partners and consider using their products (we use them every day):Support and boost your immune system with Armra! Use DRLEEWARREN code at checkout for a discount!Improve your gut health, immune system, and protect your brain with Pique!Other Helpful Links:Click here to access the Hope Is the First Dose playlist of hopeful, healing songs!Be sure to check out my new book, Hope Is the First Dose!Here's a free 5-day Bible study on YouVersion/BibleApp based on my new book!Sign up for my weekly Self-Brain Surgery Newsletter here!All recent episodes with transcripts are available here! (00:02) - Introduction to Self-Brain Surgery (01:42) - The Reality of Self-Brain Surgery (05:22) - The Evolution of Neuroscience Beliefs (08:09) - Challenging the Reductionist Worldview (10:42) - Tugging on Threads of Scientific Discoveries (13:58) - The Purpose of the Podcast (16:02) - Taking Every Thought Captive (18:17) - Finding Hope in Suffering (19:42) - The Surprising Arrival of Mastery (20:48) - Becoming Healthier, Feeling Better, Being Happier
If you know Quentin Tarantino's movies, it's probably not a huge surprise that he's a fan of Spaghetti Westerns. Tarantino's 2012 movie, Django Unchained, references Sergio Corbucci's 1966 Spaghetti Western Django. But the tribute doesn't stop there.There's a scene in Django Unchained where a man asks Django how he spells his name. Django says, “The D is silent.” The man responds, “I know.” That man is Franco Nero, the actor who plays Django in the original 1966 movie. The two Djangos, 46 years apart, sitting side by side. This is what's called intertextuality.It's referencing, quoting or alluding to other content. And it helps increase views and engagement with your content.That's one of the things we're talking about today with Max Bard, VP of Content at Pray.com. Together, we're taking lessons from Oscar-winning director Quentin Tarantino, like exploring outside of what is considered “brand safe,” incorporating intertextuality and getting nostalgic in your content.About our guest, Max BardMax Bard is an Executive Producer and the head of PRAY Studios, PRAY.COM's content production arm. As the head of PRAY Studios, Max has produced over 5,500 original podcast episodes, audio books, and daily devotionals. Max has worked with Superbowl Champions like Drew Brees, Emmy Award winners like Dr Phil, and Grammy Award winners like Lecrae to create world-class content for the Christian audience.Prior to PRAY.COM, Max was the President of VideoFort, Hollywood's largest supplier of aerial and nature stock footage to companies like Getty Images, Adobe, and Shutterstock. VideoFort content has been used in Academy Award winning films, Cannes Lion award winning commercials, and Emmy award winning TV shows.Max is from Los Angeles and graduated from the University of Southern California in 2014. After graduation Max pursued his dream of writing, directing, and editing film & video content in genres ranging from Drama to Advertising to Music Videos.What B2B Companies Can Learn From Quentin Tarantino:Explore outside of what is “brand safe”. Sure, you can play it safe and continue to make slow but steady growth. But the big growth happens when you take risks. Max says, “If you want to hit the home runs, you have to take the big risks. And if you don't, then you can take the easy route and you'll probably keep that steady baseline. But if you want to get that massive spike, I think you got to try something every once in a while. Take that big risk.”Incorporate intertextuality. That is, use references to other popular content. You'll get more eyes on your content because you're piggybacking on what is already in the public consciousness. Max says, “Some people say that Quentin Tarantino copies other films.. But he is inspired by films of the past and TV shows and music and culture. Brands could do that too, and it's like an Easter egg. It's really cool if you can incorporate that into your campaigns. It could be massive, especially when it comes to memorability.”Get nostalgic. Pull from fondly remembered content. Tugging on those heartstrings, or the content people see with rose-colored glasses, creates that positive association with your brand. Max says, “You can see this a lot in Tarantino's films. I think a prime example is in Pulp Fiction when they enter Jack Rabbit Slims and they're walking around the restaurant and you see Marilyn Monroe in there and you see James Dean. The waitresses and the waiters are all people from the fifties.”Quotes*”He has this distinctive style that stands out. If you're going to a [Quentin] Tarantino film, you don't have to go in saying, ‘Hey, we're going to watch this Quentin Tarantino film.' The moment that it starts, you're going to tell just from the visuals, from the cuts, from the camera work, that it is his. He has that immediate brand identity. That's a big part of your marketing, is having that memorable piece within your brand. This highlights the importance of developing a unique brand voice that can really help you stick out amongst this crowd of hundreds of other brands,”*”When you see these things that bring back positive memories, I think if you can do that with your branding, then whatever it is you're doing, whether it be a campaign or or a commercial spot, a Facebook ad, people will remember it better. And if they remember it better, ideally they'll purchase your product or want to work with you, or they'll have that positive brand association with you.”Time Stamps[0:55] Meet Max Bard, VP of Content at Pray.com[1:56] Discussing Quentin Tarantino's Films and Influence[6:21] Max's Role at Pray.com[16:30] About Quentin Tarantino's Unique Film Style[23:24] Marketing Takeaways from Tarantino[28:54] The Power of Over-the-Top Branding[30:27] Intertextuality: Borrowing from the Best[38:31] Nostalgia: Emotional Connection in Marketing[45:19] Familiar Voices: Leveraging Celebrity Power[50:34] Max's Advice for other Marketing ProfessionalsLinksConnect with Max on LinkedInLearn more about Pray.comAbout Remarkable!Remarkable! is created by the team at Caspian Studios, the premier B2B Podcast-as-a-Service company. Caspian creates both nonfiction and fiction series for B2B companies. If you want a fiction series check out our new offering - The Business Thriller - Hollywood style storytelling for B2B. Learn more at CaspianStudios.com. In today's episode, you heard from Ian Faison (CEO of Caspian Studios) and Meredith Gooderham (Senior Producer). Remarkable was produced this week by Meredith Gooderham, mixed by Scott Goodrich, and our theme song is “Solomon” by FALAK. Create something remarkable. Rise above the noise.
The hospital annunciation & reconciliationBy NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Breathlessly she broke our passionate kiss for just a moment to stare into my eyes and speak.“Dammit Kurt, If you truly love me like you say you do, fuck me and fill my pussy already. I've been aching for you to be inside me,” she said as she brought her legs to her chest and continued to passionately kiss me.I brought my legs up and started to thrust into her. Softly she moaned into my mouth as my speed picked up. I thrust into her until my legs started to shake from fatigue and weakness. I thrust into her until my legs burned with exertion. I thrust into her until I felt I couldn't thrust any more, and then I thrust some more. I watched as Riza's legs quivered and shook. I felt her stomach and abs tense under my hand, felt her back arch against my chest. Her pussy pulsed and quivered around my shaft as I filled her with my length over and over again. Finally, she screamed in pleasure into my mouth. As if on queue with her orgasm, I felt my climax crest over the edge as I squeezed her tightly and two weeks of cum began to spill into her. She shifted her hips and planted me as deep as I could go into her and held on as I bucked like a bronco. I came as I'd never came before, as twitch after twitch of my seed filled her from inside. She moaned softly as she kissed me. Her body relaxed and shuddered. It was almost like her body had been having withdrawals and was finally relieved to have my cum inside of her again. When I had finally finished, I realized I was completely drained of energy and had to break apart from our kiss to catch my breath.“Holy, shit,” I said between deep breaths, “I don't, know, what felt better. That kiss, or, finally, cumming after, two weeks. What, was all that, about?”Riza caressed my cheek with her thumb and rolled onto her side as she slid me out of her and tucked herself next to me on the bed, her head resting on my shoulder. I pulled the hospital blanket up around us and held her as tightly to me as I could manage. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were wet with tears and her lip was quivering.“Riza? Baby? What's wrong,” I said as my heart sank into my stomach."I was so scared. The whole time I was so scared, Kurt. You have no idea how terrified I was sitting by your side. I was afraid to sleep because I didn't want to miss you waking up.”“Baby, it's ok. I am ok. As long as my numbers keep looking good, I should be out of here in a couple more days,” I told her reassuringly.She pounded my chest, “No dammit! You don't understand! They told me you could die, and all I could think about was how terrible my life would be without you and that I would have to raise our baby without you!”“Our baby,” I said as my whole body went tingly with excitement, "You mean that your, ”“Four weeks,” she finished for me, “And before you ask, until last night, the last time Ronny came inside me was over six weeks ago.”Suddenly I found renewed strength and held Riza tighter than I ever had and kissed her with as much passion and love as I could out me.“Oh Riza, you have no idea how happy that makes me!” I told her before kissing her some more.I realized at that moment the alarms on my monitors were going off, and I had no idea for how long. No sooner did I realize this, my doctor and nurse barrel through the privacy curtain and stop dead in their tracks and looked at me and Riza with worry and concern on their faces. My immediate reaction was panic at Riza and I finally had been caught together. Riza on the other hand didn't even budge. I watched as both the nurse and doctor went from worried looks to disappointment as both of their shoulders dropped and their hands fell to their sides.“You told him already, didn't you,” my doctor said.Riza smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes as she nodded."Aw! We missed it!” said the nurse.Before leaving, the nurse said that she would let us have some private time together and would inform us if any surprise visitors showed up.Three days later I was released from the hospital, still a bit weak, but otherwise healthy. After wheeling me downstairs, Riza helped me into the passenger seat of my car, and we drove home. Her fingers laced between mine as we pulled out of the hospital parking lot. I told her about my dream, and she said she wasn't crying, but I could see she was. I told her about how beautiful our daughter was in the dream, how happy she had looked like a mother and my wife. I told her how much I looked forward to that day coming true.As we drove down our shared street, I was suddenly alarmed as she pulled into her driveway, and not mine. She hopped out before I could say anything and opened my door.“What are we doing at your place,” I asked as she helped me out of the car."Ronny wanted to see you, so I told him I would bring you by first,” she said, but I could tell by her tone there was more to it.Unsteadily, we stepped through her front door. She reached over and flicked on the lights.“Surprise!” I heard from twenty of our closest neighbors as they appeared from nowhere.They got me, and I am pretty sure my heart skipped a beat.“Geeze! Y'all trying to kill me or something,” I said as I held a hand over my intensely beating heart.Everyone got a good laugh out of that. One by one, my neighbors came by to check on me and tell me how happy they were to see me up and moving around. Riza waited until Ronny and everyone else shuffled out to the pool area and kissed me on the cheek."I am going to go put on my bathing suit. Don't go anywhere while I am gone,” she said mockingly.“Ha ha, very funny,” I said sarcastically.Halfway down the hallway she turned and blew me a kiss, and mouthed ‘I love you', before proceeding down the hallway. A few minutes later, she came down the hallway wearing a white and blue bikini. Her breast bounced and her hips swayed as she approached. She was so incredibly hot and beautiful then and there, I couldn't help myself. I had to have her again, right now.“I have to use the bathroom. Can you give me a hand,” I asked her."Of course,” she said, her beautiful smile melting my heart as she took my hand.Slowly, she held my hand as she escorted me to the bathroom. I watched as her ass cheeks swayed from side to side, the fabric on the back of her bikini barely enough to cover her ass crack. As the bathroom door opened, the light came on and I gently shoved Riza into the bathroom.“Kurt, what are you, ” she started before I hushed her with a kiss.I pushed the door closed with my foot and hastily pulled at the strings of her bikini. A new rush of energy filled me as her bikini pieces fell to the floor. She pushed me away and held her hands out, breathing heavy.“I am sorry Riza. I don't know what has gotten into me. Maybe it's the fact you're carrying our baby, or a new perspective after almost dying, but you've never looked more beautiful to me than you do at this moment. I can't resist you this time,” I took a second to take a breath in, “I have to have you. Right here. Right now.”She stared at me for a moment and absorbed my words. Then she lunged and dropped to her knees, ripping my shorts down and helping me out of them. She grasped my cock with both of her hands and gave me a quick, sloppy blowjob. Once I was fully hard, she tugged at my cock and bent over the bathroom counter with one leg propped up on it.“Hurry, we don't have much time!” she whispered loudly, “And don't cum in me! Otherwise, I might end up fucking you in front of the whole neighborhood!”“Oh my God,” I moaned as I slipped inside of her.She wasn't just warm inside, she was hot and wetter than she had any business being. We watched together in the mirror as my cock slammed in and out of her, stretching her little pussy to its limit. She covered her mouth with both of her hands as my cock slammed against her G-spot over and over again, and as she orgasmed I added my hands to hers as she screamed in ecstasy. Her juices dripped down my shaft as her pussy gushed from her wetness, the wet, sticky sound of our love echoing through the bathroom. She reached down and played with my balls, knowing it would make me cum quicker. It didn't take long after that before I was ready to climax.“Riza, I'm going to cum!” I said as quietly as I could.She slipped me out of her, and I flexed my cock as I tried to hold back the cum. She quickly dropped to her knees and looked up at me while she opened her mouth and leaned in toward my cock. I closed my eyes and strained to hold back the building pressure. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and made one stroke and I couldn't hold back anymore. I exploded and bit my lip as I tried to cum quietly. I felt my cum erupt from my cock as I rose on my feet. Riza's hands continued to stroke me as shot after shot left me. After the euphoria of my climax subsided, I suddenly realized I didn't feel Riza's mouth on my shaft. As I opened my eyes, I saw Riza smiling proudly up at me, cum streaked across her forehead, one of her eyes, both of her cheeks, her lips, in her mouth, and all over her chin. My eyes followed a drop of cum as it fell from her chin and landed on her breasts, joining several other drops of cum scattered across them."Fuck, baby. I am so sorry," I said apologetically, but loving the gorgeous mess I'd made all over her and admiring how beautiful she was covered in my cum."Don't apologize, Babe," she said as she pointed at the mirror and rubbed my cum across the top of her breasts, "I look fucking hot with your cum all over me."She grasped my cock with both of her hands and squeezed tightly as she worked the last few drops from me. As she stuck out her tongue and leaned up to lick away the last few drops of my climax, we heard a muffled voice and laughter in the hallway and froze with fear."Hold up a sec, Joe. I gotta take a damn piss," the voice called out.Neither of us had time to contemplate what to do next. We didn't even have time to take a breath. The door swung open quickly, and Ronny stood there, entranced by what he was seeing. Riza and I were entranced with the realization we'd been caught. There we were, in the bathroom, Riza on her knees beneath my cock, both of us naked, her hands still wrapped tightly around my cock, his wife's pretty face and breasts streaked with his best friend's cum. As the last vestiges of my climax dropped from the tip of my cock onto his wife's face, Ronny went white in the face in a different manner altogether. The shattering of glass snapped us all from our trance as his beer bottle shattered on the tile of the bathroom floor.Ronny went red in the face and bellowed, "WHAT THE FUCK!"I looked in the mirror as Kurt started to get dressed. His warm cum coated my face and breasts as I looked at myself in the mirror. I should be feeling ashamed, I should be feeling remorse, I should be terrified that my marriage was coming to an end. As I used a hand towel to wipe away Kurt's cum, and quickly splashed my face with water, I started to smile. In my head, I knew smiling about this was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Ronny had taken both of us by surprise and caught us red-handed, or in my case, cock-handed. As I wrapped a towel around myself and took Kurt's hand into mine, I was overwhelmed with a new emotion.I felt relieved. No more lies, no more sneaking around, no more being stuck in a loveless marriage. I had no doubt Ronny would maneuver for everything in the divorce. That was fine. Between Kurt and the baby, I had everything I'd ever wanted. My skin flushed with goosebumps as the exhilaration and excitement of this moment had finally arrived."Well, let's get this over with," I said as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Kurt on the cheek.Kurt kissed my forehead and smiled sweetly down at me. He squeezed my hand gently as I put my arm around his waist, supporting him as we walked out of the bathroom together. He was putting a lot of weight on me as we shuffled slowly down the hallway. Our intense lovemaking session in the bathroom had drained him more than he would ever admit. My mind had told me not to go into that bathroom with him and that no good would come out of it. My heart and body had overruled me as I looked into Kurt's eyes and saw love, desire, fondness, and longing staring back at me through his big brown eyes. I knew what awaited us around the corner, and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I knew if Kurt and I could get through this, we could get through anything together.When we turned the corner, Ronny was drinking straight from a bottle of Jack Daniels as he leaned against the island countertop. Dark, hazel eyes flicked towards Kurt and me as he saw us holding one another. His face turned to a disgusted scowl, and he paced the space between the back door and the island countertop, waving a menacing finger at the two of us. His face was full of anger, full of rage, full of fury. However, I noticed there was one thing lacking from his face that might have made me even a little bit remorseful.There were no tears. Not even a hint of moisture in his eyes at all. He wasn't upset that I was cheating on him, nor he was upset that his marriage was coming to an end. He was upset because he knew his dreams of getting me pregnant and cashing in that $300,000 so he could live easy and free just went up in flames. Not to mention he was angry because his best friend, of all people, was the culprit of all of it.I walked Kurt up to the counter, letting him lean against it to support himself while I dealt with Ronny. As I went to walk around Kurt, I was suddenly stopped as he held me back, pushing me behind him. Even in his weakened state, knowing good and well he was no match for Ronny right now, his first instinct was to protect me and our baby. My lip started to quiver as I put my hands on Kurt's back and felt his muscles tense and go rigid. It was at that moment that I knew Kurt would never let anything bad happen to me and the baby. He had neither the strength nor the energy to fight off Ronny, but he would keep himself between and my soon-to-be ex-husband for as long as it took to make sure we were safe. I peeked around Kurt's shoulder, and I could see Ronny with a white-knuckle grip on the bottle of Jack, finger pointed straight at Kurt. Several times, Ronny opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out.Kurt was the first to break the tense silence between them, "Look, Ronny, I-""Shut the fuck up, Kurt," Ronny growled, "I can't even fucking look at you right now. I dropped everything, rushed to the hospital, and give you my fucking blood out of my arm to save your traitorous ass. And this is how you repay me for my kindness?""I am eternally grateful for that," Kurt said, the exhaustion thick in his voice. "Truly, I owe you my life.""You owe me your life, and yet you repay me by defiling my wife and her body!" Ronny snapped.I felt Kurt's chest expand as he took a deep breath in, "No. You don't understand. I love Riza. I've loved her for years. Without her, my life would have meant nothing, and I would have just have been better off dying in the hospital. She is the reason I get up in the morning, she is the reason I want to live every day to the best of my ability, and she is the reason I want to do better and be better, for her. Hell, she is the reason I keep on breathing, breathe after breathe.""Shut up. Shut UP. SHUT UP!" Ronny bellowed as he brought his palms to his temples and started to pace again. "How long has this been going on?"I watched as our party guests started to shuffle through the back door, anxious to see what all the commotion was about. Curious eyes flicked back and forth between Ronny, Kurt, and myself."Almost two months now. I came over to help her in the attic one day, and years of love and attraction just exploded out of me. I am sorry Ronny, I couldn't hold back my feelings for her any longer," Kurt lied, knowing full and well it was I who initiated everything."FUCK!" Ronny raged as he sent the bottle of Jack sailing across the kitchen, causing it to shatter against the wall in the living room.He stared at us, face more red than I'd ever seen it before. His shoulders rose and fell as he breathed deep, nostrils flared, jaw set, and lips pursed together. There was the slightest hint of a twitch in the corner of his eye."Riza, how could you do this to me?" Ronny whined when he realized our little exchange had an audience.Oh hell no. No way in hell was I going to let Ronny sit back and play the part of the victim, and make me into the villain of this story. I felt a burning rage grow inside of me anger from years of neglect, passive-aggressive words, lack of any kind of romance, and having my body used for the pleasure of a man who didn't even love me anymore. It all finally came out and boiled to the surface. For years I endured the treatment. For years I thought I was being selfish. For years I accepted the feeling that this was just how my life was now. Then, a wonderful man with a wonderful heart, warm eyes, friendly smile, and an amazing cock, finally found the courage to express his feelings for me and show me that there was more to life than sitting at home and being a walking fleshlight to a husband who didn't love me anymore. No more."Do this to you? Do this to you!?" I said and slapped away Kurt's hand as he tried to hold me back.I stomped up to Ronny and smacked him across the face as hard as I could. The slap was so loud that some of our neighborhood audience gasped. My body felt hot and stiff as I glared at Ronny. His eyes were wide with surprise as he finally saw a side of me he'd never seen before. It felt great, liberating even. I almost laughed as the fear set into his eyes."Do what to you, exactly, Ronny?" I shouted, my body trembling with anger, "Sit at home, alone, dreaming that when you got home you would pretend you loved me still? Lay under you while you use my body for your pleasure, but not even touch me in any way that made me feel like you still cared even the slightest bit for me? Clean our house, make you dinner, pay our bills, and not even get so much as a thank you? Let me ask you this Ronny, when is the last time you wrapped your arms around me and kissed me?""I... I... I don't-" Ronny started to mumble."YOU DON'T KNOW BECAUSE IT'S BEEN YEARS!" I screamed, "You put me through all that, and you have the sheer audacity to sit here and play the victim. I don't fucking think so! Oh, and I know all you care about is the trust fund. That's why for the past three years, I've been getting birth control shots behind your back. Do you want to know what the funny and ironic thing is? I finally meet a man who makes me feel loved, makes me feel special, makes me feel like I am more than just a walking cum dumpster, and the first time we have sex, he gets me pregnant."I almost laughed as I watched our onlookers out of the corner of my eye and saw many of them with shocked yet intrigued looks on their faces. When the fuck did my life turn into a daytime drama? I continued while I still had the upper hand in the argument."Before you ask, yes, you did hear me correctly," I said as I let a smile stretch across my face, "I am in love with Kurt, and pregnant with his baby."I watched as the realization set in and his face went from shock to pure unadulterated anger."YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL HARLOT!" Ronny bellowed, "I worked my ass off to put a roof over your head, pay for the food we put on our table, and I pay for the car
The breakdown of Game 5 and this entire Stanley Cup Final continues as we finally get to the stories of what happened ON the ice (and try to reverse Greg Cote's jinx). Then, Dan is winded from standing up all show, we watch a montage of gasbags getting everything wrong about the Celtics, listen to Jayson Tatum rip off other championship winners, and discuss Jack Nicklaus' effort in banging the drum at the Amerant Bank Arena. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Happy Pride!!! TT is a pinhead, Queenie loves the local product, and they laugh their way through updates, touching news, and our favorite game. Do you use the magic herb for health, medical purposes, or recreation? The words we use can effect research and how it is interpreted. Be sure to listen to the very end for an important tip!Our Closet Disco Queen Pot-Cast deals with legal adult cannabis use and is intended for entertainment purposes only for those 21 and older Visit our Closet Disco Queen Pot-Cast merch store!Find us on Facebook and Green Coast RadioSound from Zapsplat.com, https://quicksounds.com, 101soundboards.com #ToneTransfer
This week, I'm delighted to have one of my favorite authors, Annabel Monaghan, back on the podcast to discuss Summer Romance, another heart-tugging, hilarious love story about a recent divorcee and professional organizer whose life is a mess, and the summer she gets unstuck with the help of someone unexpected from her past. This book is just the comfort read I needed - it's hopeful and funny and warm and you won't want to leave this world or the characters.
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium All those discomforts, Rumbling around inside. All those fears, Emerging from the deep. All those details, Whirling and twisting. Let them resolve, Let them dissolve. PAUSE… All those unknowns, That are haunting you. All those worries, Weighing you down. All those insecurities, Tugging at your heart. Let them resolve, Let them dissolve. Feel the warmth humming in your hands, Open to the healing that's here. Receive it now, With every breath in, Resolving the tension, Dissolving the weight. LONG PAUSE… When something's heavy on your heart, When you're not sure what to do, When a situation feels like a mess. Get quiet with yourself, And affirm this little prayer, Let it resolve and dissolve. PAUSE… Let it resolve and dissolve. LONG PAUSE… The knot inside, Will loosen and untwist. And everything will be okay. You'll find clarity, And faith will push you forth. As you find peace in your day. PAUSE… Let it resolve. Let it dissolve. PAUSE… Be here. Deep in the oneness of you. Knowing you are divine. Knowing you are free. Knowing there is nothing you can't handle. There is nothing you can't be. PAUSE… Let it resolve. Let it dissolve. PAUSE… Surrender, my love, To the power that knows your path. Surrender to the purpose of all this. Then breathe in your faith, And your deep trust in yourself. Let it resolve. Let it dissolve. PAUSE… Namaste, Beautiful
Ida Ann Lorenzo was in a crowded Utah restaurant earlier this month when police say she thought a person's skirt was too short, so she pulled down on it. Lorenzo believed the girl was nude under the skirt and was exposing herself. The victim says that's not true. Video of the confrontation between the 19-year-old and Lorenzo has since gone viral. Law&Crime's Jesse Weber discusses the situation and the consequences with trial attorney Brian Claypool.PLEASE SUPPORT THE SHOWIf you've used Incognito mode in Google's Chrome browser, find out if you have a claim in a few clicks by visiting https://incognitoclaims.com/sidebarHOST:Jesse Weber: https://twitter.com/jessecordweberLAW&CRIME SIDEBAR PRODUCTION:YouTube Management - Bobby SzokeVideo Editing - Michael DeiningerScript Writing & Producing - Savannah WilliamsonGuest Booking - Alyssa Fisher & Diane KayeSocial Media Management - Vanessa BeinSTAY UP-TO-DATE WITH THE LAW&CRIME NETWORK:Watch Law&Crime Network on YouTubeTV: https://bit.ly/3td2e3yWhere To Watch Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3akxLK5Sign Up For Law&Crime's Daily Newsletter: https://bit.ly/LawandCrimeNewsletterRead Fascinating Articles From Law&Crime Network: https://bit.ly/3td2IqoLAW&CRIME NETWORK SOCIAL MEDIA:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lawandcrime/Twitter: https://twitter.com/LawCrimeNetworkFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/lawandcrimeTwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/lawandcrimenetworkTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lawandcrimeSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Is Self-Brain Surgery "Real Surgery"?This episode answers that question!Leave a voicemail with your question or comment!Music by Tommy Walker(Music shared on The Dr. Lee Warren Podcast is authorized under BMI license #61063253 and ASCAP license #400010513 )Leave a voicemail with your question or comment!Five Ways You Can Support this show:Pray for us!Subscribe, like, and share it with your friends! (We even have a YouTube channel!)Leave reviews and comments wherever you listen to podcasts!You can become a paid partner of the podcast and get special bonus episodes and lots more content by clicking here. Visit one of our affiliate partners and consider using their products (we use them every day):Support and boost your immune system with Armra! Use DRLEEWARREN code at checkout for a discount!Improve your gut health, immune system, and protect your brain with Pique!Other Helpful Links:Click here to access the Hope Is the First Dose playlist of hopeful, healing songs!Be sure to check out my new book, Hope Is the First Dose!Here's a free 5-day Bible study on YouVersion/BibleApp based on my new book!Sign up for my weekly Self-Brain Surgery Newsletter here!All recent episodes with transcripts are available here! (00:02) - Introduction to Self-Brain Surgery (01:42) - The Reality of Self-Brain Surgery (05:22) - The Evolution of Neuroscience Beliefs (08:09) - Challenging the Reductionist Worldview (10:42) - Tugging on Threads of Scientific Discoveries (13:58) - The Purpose of the Podcast (16:02) - Taking Every Thought Captive (18:17) - Finding Hope in Suffering (19:42) - The Surprising Arrival of Mastery (20:48) - Becoming Healthier, Feeling Better, Being Happier
South Dakota's Governor, Kristi Noem, often mentioned as a likely vice-presidential nominee for previous President Donald Trump, willingly revealed in her forthcoming memoir difficult decisions she has had to make. These included the tough act of euthanizing one of her dogs, who proved to be more of a danger than a companion, and similarly a belligerent goat on her farm. The crux of sharing such personal accounts is to highlight her readiness to take on difficult tasks when necessary. Well-known in conservative circles, the 52-year-old Republican governor recounts these events, as an advance copy of the memoir reveals. Her memoir, soon to be published, holds the promise of offering insights into Noem's life and values, as a person who is unafraid of making tough decisions and standing by them, even when they appear harsh to others. In the memoir, Noem fondly mentions a wirehair pointer named Cricket. However, Cricket, barely a year old, turned out to have a temperament too aggressive to be tamed. Despite multiple attempts to train this pup, she proved to be a handful, even disrupting a hunting expedition by launching into an uncontrolled frenzy. She had introduced Cricket to other dogs during this hunting trip. The goal was simple - she was hoping Cricket could take cues from the other dogs and learn from them. However, the plan turned awry when the pup, filled with unprecedented excited energy, plunged into a flock of chickens, causing chaos. In Noem's words, it was akin to an 'experienced hunter' going rogue. Governor Noem's attempt to control the situation only led to Cricket lashing out. The dog turned around with ferocity and bit her. The pup's actions were indicative of a deep-seated aggression that Noem quickly realized posed a danger to anyone who approached her, deeming her a liability, especially in her role as a hunting dog. Faced with the grim reality of her dog's dangerous demeanor, Noem was left with the difficult decision of letting her go. Recall that for Noem, actions born out of necessity, however distasteful, are part and parcel of life, and true to her belief, she made the hard call. Noem narrates the saddening scene where she led Cricket to a gravel pit, firearm in hand. The act was difficult for her, but Noem pressed on, knowing that there was no other way forward if safety was to be assured. Tugging at the heartstrings of her readers, Noem details the moment when her daughter Kennedy came home, cluelessly looking around for Cricket. The timing of these incidents remains undisclosed in the memoir, but the emotional impact resonating from these stories is felt all the same. In another instance, the memoir mentions a male goat, which Noem describes as 'nasty and mean.' The goat's aggressive behavior, combined with its unpleasant, potent smell, became too much to bear when it started terrorizing Noem's children, chasing them relentlessly. Once again, faced with the goat's nuisance and the danger it posed to her children, Noem stepped in. She took a firm decision to euthanize the goat, much like she had Cricket. In Noem's mind, making tough calls, required for the safety of her family, proved she was a woman of action. However, the goat's ordeal did not end as swiftly as Cricket's. Upon firing the first shot, the goat survived, forcing Noem to make the drive back to her truck to retrieve another shell. With tangible urgency, she returned to the pit and completed her task. Noem concludes her account with a note of self-awareness, acknowledging that it may not be typical for a politician to share such stories. She seems to understand that her decisions, made from necessity, could position her as a politician who is not afraid to do necessary 'dirty-work.' The memoir states that a local construction crew witnessed the Governor in action, providing a sense of confirmation to the stories shared. The memoir, titled 'No Going Back: The Truth on What's Wrong with Politics and How We Move America Forward,' is set to be released next month. On social media, Noem spoke about these events, hinting at more such politically incorrect tales shared in her forthcoming book, much to the anticipation of her followers and critics alike. The governor illustrates her ability to be honest and upfront, the two qualities that may appeal to a conservative demographic. The resilient governor also took to the platform to address the recent media coverage ahead of her book release. She used her farm-life experiences to convey how hard decision-making is a norm in such a setting. Other instances, such as putting down their family horses, further cement her stance about the harsh realities and tough decisions that farm life calls for. If you're looking for a book that gives an honest portrayal of conservative, real-life stories often skipped in political dialogues, Noem encourages preorders of her memoir. Real News Now Website Connect with Real News Now on Social Media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RealNewsNowApp/ X Twitter: https://twitter.com/realnewsapp Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realnews/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@realnewsnowapp Threads: https://www.threads.net/@realnews/ Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/realnewsnow Truth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@RealNews YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/@realnewsnowapp End Wokeness: https://endthewokeness.com #realnewsnowSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Back for a longie! We celebrate a tiny Sky, tell off Chrissy and laugh at the simple Aussies. Then we uncover Ben's secret gambling, find an easy record to break and delight in David's return. And we round out by enjoying a fine margherita and examining naked bowlers' safety standards.Support the show
1. Storytelling: The Art of Emotional ResonanceStorytelling has been a cornerstone of emotional marketing, allowing brands to craft narratives that resonate with their target audiences. One of the most iconic examples is the "Coca-Cola Hilltop" commercial from 1971, featuring a diverse group of young people singing "I'd Like to Buy the World a Coke" on a hillside. This simple yet powerful message of unity and harmony struck a chord with viewers during a time of social unrest, solidifying Coca-Cola's brand as a symbol of togetherness.Another notable example is Procter & Gamble's "Thank You, Mom" campaign, which celebrated the sacrifices and unwavering support of mothers throughout an athlete's journey. By tapping into the universal bond between mothers and children, the campaign not only garnered widespread acclaim but also fostered a deeper emotional connection with its audience.2. Cause Marketing: Aligning with Social ValuesCompanies have increasingly leveraged cause marketing to align their brands with social values and tap into consumers' emotions. One powerful example is Dove's "Real Beauty" campaign, which challenged traditional beauty standards and celebrated diverse body types. By embracing a message of self-acceptance and empowerment, Dove struck a chord with women worldwide, fostering a strong emotional bond with its audience.Similarly, Patagonia's "Don't Buy This Jacket" campaign in 2011 encouraged consumers to think twice before making unnecessary purchases, aligning the brand with environmental consciousness. This bold move not only garnered widespread attention but also resonated with consumers who valued sustainability, cementing Patagonia's reputation as an ethical and socially responsible company.3. Nostalgia Marketing: Tapping into Cherished MemoriesNostalgia has proven to be a powerful emotional trigger, as brands leverage fond memories and shared experiences to create a sense of familiarity and comfort. One notable example is Budweiser's "Wassup" campaign, which revived a popular catchphrase from the 1990s and resonated with viewers who grew up during that era.Similarly, Nintendo's marketing campaigns often tap into the nostalgia of childhood, evoking cherished memories of gaming experiences from the past. By tapping into these emotional connections, brands can forge lasting bonds with their audiences, transcending mere product promotion.4. User-Generated Content: Empowering Customer VoicesIn the age of social media, companies have embraced user-generated content as a powerful emotional marketing strategy. By amplifying the voices and experiences of real customers, brands can foster authentic connections and tap into the emotions of their audiences.One standout example is Airbnb's "Don't Go There. Live There" campaign, which featured user-generated content from Airbnb hosts and guests, showcasing the unique experiences and personal connections fostered through the platform. By highlighting real stories and emotions, Airbnb created a sense of authenticity and fostered a deeper emotional bond with its audience.5. Humor and Relatability: Striking a Chord with LaughterWhile many emotional marketing strategies tap into poignant or heartwarming narratives, others have found success in leveraging humor and relatability. Brands like Old Spice and Doritos have mastered the art of creating humorous and relatable advertisements that resonate with viewers' shared experiences and cultural references.One iconic example is Volkswagen's "The Force" commercial from 2011, which depicted a young boy dressed as Darth Vader attempting to use "the Force" on various objects, only to be surprised when the Volkswagen Passat responds to his gestures. This charming and relatable portrayal of childhood imagination not only garnered widespread attention but also fostered a sense of emotional connection with viewers across generations.ConclusionIn the ever-evolving landscape of marketing, emotional strategies have proven their staying power. By tapping into the depths of human experiences, emotions, and values, brands have the ability to forge lasting connections with their audiences. Whether through heartwarming narratives, social causes, nostalgia, user-generated content, or humor, these campaigns have left an indelible mark on our collective consciousness, reminding us that emotions are often the driving force behind consumer decisions and brand loyalty.-Jason Use My Amazon Associate Link Below To Make Purchases Thanks For Listening Everyone! Pay Pal DonationVenmo - @jason-Stclair-09262CashApp - $stclair316Amazon Associates LinkGovernment Grants Home PageAtheoz Podcast Home PageCommission Earnedhttps://www.instagram.com/jason_stclair/
I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my grandmother, the matriarch and best cook this side of the Mississippi. She'd be overcome with joy to see me with the amazing culinary artist Carla Hall in discussion on redefining gender roles within relationships. Weaving in perspectives from different generations, this episode is a heartfelt journey through the landmines and love notes of partnerships. We hear from Carla, who's stirred up success as the main breadwinner, and Kim, a young podcaster who adds a modern twist to the protector and provider narrative. As their stories unfold, we trace the contours of love, labor, and money within the intimate dance of marriage. Balancing a checkbook and a relationship is an art, and in this episode, we paint a picture of how couples navigate the financial arteries of their union. Tugging at the strings of financial independence and intertwined bank accounts, we examine how support and shared responsibilities echo louder than the clinking of coins. We delve into the personal anecdotes that reveal how providing for a household isn't just about the salary one brings home, but also the emotional labor and moral encouragement that fortify the foundations of love and partnership. Closing the loop on this episode, the conversation turns to the broader spectrum of what each partner contributes to the dynamic of a relationship. From the optimism that lights up a home to the practical management of everyday life, we celebrate the often overlooked assets that keep the wheels of partnership in motion. As we dissect these evolving roles and the communication that oils them, we embrace the beauty of growing together in a world where feminism, financial independence, and personal fulfillment are not just buzzwords but the very pillars of modern love and companionship. RATE, REVIEW, AND FOLLOW ON APPLE PODCAST
This is the Kraft Dinner of sex podcasts!This week, we're going over some really bad sex advice that you should never follow - except for maybe one or two of them!Also: lights on every wall, a new fingering technique, and a surprising amount of forehead stuff!Want to fuck it and taste it? Then you should get some Jo Gelato Flavored Lube from Betty's Toy Box! Use the code LOVEEMMA at checkout to save 15% on your order and support the show!https://www.bettystoybox.com/search?q=jo+gelato&sca_ref=628789.JLRTrDmNLNRelevant Links:The Worst Sex Advice Post (Reddit)3 Flavored Lubes That Are Actually DeliciousBad Anal Sex Advice You Should Never Follow8 Bad Blowjob Tips You Should (Almost) Never Follow***Want to become one of our Friends With Benefits? Check out the Pillow Talk Patreon for bonus episodes, the Pillow Talk Discord, and early access to main feed episodes! https://www.patreon.com/PillowTalkPodcast***I write about sex on my blog Love, Emma and on Medium!Follow me on Bluesky, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok!Subscribe to my newsletter for personal updates and other fun, naughty stuff!Peep at my OnlyFans page or my JustFor.Fans profile for something even dirtier!Follow Jake on Bluesky or Twitter!Support my work! Email: mister.j.austin@gmail.com ***(These show notes contain affiliate links.) *** Music from https://filmmusic.io"Deadly Roulette" by Kevin MacLeod (https://incompetech.com)License: CC BY (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)Support the show
Grief doesn't come with a how to book. And what works for one person might not work for someone else. One thing that's absolutely universal - if you want support and resources to get through a loss, it's up to you to find them. It shouldn't be that way, and people like me are working every day to change this, but unfortunately, it's the reality. Today's guest on The Be Ruthless Show made it her job to find any and every tool, resource, and support possible to help her after she lost the love of her life, her fiancé John. It's how we connected. Shawn Dinneen, owner of Heartstrings Journals, my dear friend, and the most unbelievable soul joins us today to share her story of loss and her story of how she's found her way through this loss. Connect with ShawnFind her journals here Pre order your Griefhab journal Learn about Ruthless in the Rockies Reach out anytime: sam@samantharuth.com
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Missionary Girl Finds Expression in Her Sexuality at CollegeBy CelinasFantasy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There’s just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn’t he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf. Then he’d just happen to notice that I don’t have anything on under my skirt. He’d have the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my thighs, hold me in place and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a ‘private lesson’.Just like any other day in class, he’d be completely in control while I’d be struggling to stay quiet and fighting my blush so no one notices anything is a miss as he slowly licks and kisses up to my cunt, I squeeze my legs together tightly and try to focus on my notes. Getting distracted by another fantasy about Dr. Smith isn’t going to help me get my degree, even if I think it’s a better way to spend class time, study time, and those nights where my roommate is with her boyfriend.His eyes flick to me and I answer his question, “It’s the institutionalized racism that sets the groundwork for such practices and methods of thinking to continue without change. It’s easier to change minds than to dismantle an entire set of laws, communities, and address the history they’re founded on.”“Very good, Celina,” he appraises with a smile.My own answers right away and I dip my head to try to keep it focused through the rest of class. Just thirty minutes left and I’ll be free of the torture of watching Dr. Smith, trying to focus, and fighting the growing lust that keeps filling me. I reach for my cross necklace, trying to pull myself back into place. What would my mother think of me getting distracted by an older man after getting home from a mission trip!She always says I’m the best daughter she could ask for. She tells her friends I have a good head on my shoulder, that I’m going to do great things in the world someday and that I’m living just like a good Mormon girl should.I always took that as a compliment, until I realized I’m one of the only virgins in my dorm. I’m definitely the oldest virgin in the dorm. Twenty years old and I’m the only one who’s never had sex.The thought makes me blush.A part of me just wants to get it over with. I’ve heard it’s painful the first time, but after that it’s magical and wonderful.Tugging on the cross again and feeling the chain bite into the back of my neck banishes the thought.It’s a miracle I make it through class without embarrassing myself by answering a question wrong or voicing exactly what I’m thinking. Of course, Dr. Smith asks me to 'hang back’ after class.When the others leave he hands me something. I stare at the paper. “You want me to be your teacher’s assistant this year?”“You know what you’re doing in every sociology class, Celina. I know you said you want to be a social worker and that’s great, but I want you to be a teacher’s assistant for me so you can see all the options. You could go into law and really defend people. You could teach, you could be a researcher, and become one of the people I teach about. Plus, being a teacher’s assistant looks great on resumes,” he winks at me.That one little move and the smile he gives me has me wetter than porn. I force the best and most innocent smile I can when I agree. I wave to him, “have a good weekend!” “You too, Celina! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he calls.I hear him chuckle and catch something I shouldn’t hear as it echoes down the hall, “that means you can pretty much do anything.”I blush again and quickly head across campus to my dorm. I get back to the dorm and flop on the lower bunk bed. Less than ten minutes later, my roommate, Millie comes in. She sits with me on my bed.“Happy first week of classes,” she says softly.“You too,” I sigh.“Still thinking about some guy you met in, where did you go again?” She nudges my leg.“I went to the Dominican Republic. I met plenty of people, but no guy,” I admit, playing with my necklace again. “I just didn’t want to go another year as the reigning champ of those ice breaker games.”“Aww, innocent little Celina being good for her parents,” Millie teases. “Come on. You’re twenty. You’re a whole adult! When are you going to start living the life you want instead of the one your mother has all laid out for you?”“She has connections,” I grumble.“To be a social worker? I’m pretty sure as long as you have a degree and you’re willing to show up they’ll take you. They’re so backlogged and overworked,” Millie huffs. “Anyway, working crazy hours and stressing about bills is right around the corner. Don’t you want to have some fun before then?”“I have, ” I can’t make myself say fun.Going on Mission trips used to be fun. I got to work hard, I got to help people. I got to travel. I didn’t always 'share the word of god’ because I wanted to learn everything about the people who were already there.Lately, though, I feel like there’s some leash on me that keeps getting tighter. My mom has been promising surprise visits, she’s told me she’s found some nice boys that might be an option for me someday. She’s planning out every bit of my life and my control just keeps slipping away.“Celina?” Millie nudges me.“I’ve never been to a frat party, you know?”“Oh, I know. And if you would have told me that you had, I wouldn’t have believed you,” she laughs.“We should change that,” I mumble.“Oh. My. God. I thought you’d never ask!” Millie squeals as she jumps up. She runs right to her closet and starts pulling things out. “You’re going to be such a fun Barbie to play with. No more long skirts and flowy tops that hide your curves.”“You haven’t seen my curves!”“Honey, when you get back from the shower you clutch your towel so tightly that I get jealous of that hourglass figure. Now we just have to dress you properly and you’re going to be all the guys can think of.”“Millie, don’t go crazy. There can’t be any pictures that tag me, there can’t be anything that my mom will see and-”“You’re being a normal college girl for once in your life! I’m so excited that I’m not going to let anything ruin it. If you like one party, then we’ll be able to go to more, and trust me, I want you there.”I laugh and she goes over the rules with me while making me try on a ton of different outfits. From skin-tight jeans that won’t button with my hips to skirts that are truly sinful. She finally hides me from the mirror with a bright smile while doing my makeup and hair.I’m stuffed in some little pink dress that feels amazing on my skin and at least covers my ass. It shows some cleavage, holds to my body until my hips, then flairs out just enough that I feel like I actually have clothes on.“What’s the top three rules, Celina?” She asks after coating my lips with something.“Don’t take drinks from anyone if they’re already open. Don’t go into a room with a bunch of guys alone. Always make sure I can see you,” I repeat.“That’s right. We’re going to the frats together, so we’re leaving together,” she says seriously.“You’re starting to scare me. It sounds dangerous,” I grumble.“Frat guys can be like starved animals and tonight you look like a perfect steak. They’re going to want to drag you back to their rooms and fuck you until you can’t stand it anymore. Trust me, that’s no way to lose your virginity,” She points mascara at me. “Now, try to keep your eyes still.”While she keeps working on my face and hair I think of that image. Multiple men fighting over me, wanting me, trying to claim me, and using every hole they can get. Even my back hole which I’ve seen in porn and, honestly, I enjoyed myself after taking off my cross and hoping God wouldn’t judge.That doesn’t sound terrible. Being wanted that badly that men are willing to share, being craved and taught so much in one night. Being offered everything,“You got quiet. Are you still going to go with me?” She asks.“Yes! I’m going. Trust me. I want to be there,” I assure with a smile.“You look like you’re going to be naughty. If that’s what you want, just tell me before you disappear into a room. I can vet the guys for you,” she says.“How?”“I’ve slept with some and my brother is at the frat we’re going to. He knows the guys who understand the word 'no’ and he’ll make sure we stay safe. The guys already know that if they so much as insult me, Eric will kick their asses to the moon and then they’ll get to explain why they can’t have sex for a week or two,” she laughs darkly.Finally, Millie lets me see my reflection.I feel brand new. I look like myself, only upgraded and I had no idea I was anything like this. I bounce a little and she hands me cut flats. “I’d say heels, but those take practice and we might be on our feet for hours, so we’re not doing that.”“Next time,” I agree.“I like the idea of next time, especially since you’re already so gung-ho about it!” She bounces while taking my hand.We walk to the frat houses and head to the largest one that has a crowd of people eagerly standing around. It’s barely dark out and already people are openly drinking on campus. There’s some odd-smelling smoke too.Millie rolls her eyes. “If someone offers you something to smoke, definitely say no.”“No need to worry about that,” I assure, wrinkling my nose.We head inside, using the door to the first floor where there’s two wide open sections. People are playing beer-pong, other games, and dancing. Millie mixes a drink, tells no less than three guys to fuck off, then hands me the red-solo cup.“Sip that. I mix strong drinks,” she warns.“Who’s your gorgeous friend, Mills?” A tall boy asks. He looks familiar but I can’t remember him.I take a full drink of what Millie made and sputter.She laughs. “I told you, Celina. Go slow.” She turns to the guy. “Ryan, you know my roommate.”“Holy shit. Look at you. Came out of the bible and looking good,” he drinks me in.Millie elbows him. “Are you still my boyfriend or are you shopping around?”“All yours, beautiful. You did a great job.” He kisses her neck and murmurs more compliments in her ear until she’s giggling and more than happy to kiss him.“Really Mills? In the kitchen? Take it up to Ryan’s room,” Eric, her older brother orders.I’ve met him more than her boyfriend and had a little too much eagerness to come today since finding out he and his girlfriend broke up. Eric is as gorgeous as Millie, plus he’s essentially a full wall of muscle.He’s the kind of guy a girl can only dream about with deep green eyes, tan skin, wild surfer-boy hair and enough meat on his frame to make any girl want to swoon just so he’d catch them in his arms.He looks me over slowly as he takes a long drink from a bottle of beer. “Well, you look nice, Celina.”“Thanks, it’s all Millie,” I mumble, feeling out of place now that Millie is actively making out with her boyfriend and lost to the rest of the world.Eric rounds the counter between us. “It’s not all Millie.”He offers me his hand and leads me to the dance floor. I stand on my toes as I notice how everyone else is dancing. I press myself against his chest after stumbling to try and reach his ear.“I don’t know how to dance like this.”“I’ll teach you,” he promises.He turns me around. “Take two big drinks.”I do that, hissing as the alcohol hits my tongue. After my third drink, he steals my cup from me and takes a drink for himself. Eric guides me back until my ass is cradled by his hips. “Just move with me, Celina. Let me guide it and stay pressed to me like glue.”I do what he says. It’s easier to let go than I figured it would be. Eric dances with me,rubs my hips until I feel all gooey inside, and controls my drinking so I’m never more than buzzed. I can appreciate the fun without worrying, but I’m not tripping over myself like some other girls.Another guy comes up and dances in front of me. Eric chuckles and puts my hand on the other guy’s shoulder.I giggle and stroke down his chest. He moves with me, slides his thigh between my legs so I’m grinding on him and I gasp at the rush of pleasure that pulses through my body in tune with the music.Two attractive men rubbing against me, hard and muscular, and, it’s so much better than fantasizing about a professor or getting papers done early just to watch Friends re-runs. I moan when the guy in front of me runs his fingers through my hair and guides my head back.“You want a kiss, baby?” he croons.I nod hopelessly as I eye his full lips. He kisses me slowly, drawing it out like he knows it’s my first time. I melt against him.Eric, unwilling to let me forget him, starts kissing across my neck in a way that sparks a fire low in my belly. I feel like I’m made of lava and the pressure just keeps building. I turn my head and Eric’s mouth fits mine.Unlike the man in front of me, Eric doesn’t take his time. He’s not soft, he’s full of demands. His tongue pushes between my lips and claims me entirely. All I can do is suck his tongue and try to answer the soft strokes as he explores my mouth and takes everything he wants.He cups my breast in one big hand while the guy in front of me palms my ass.I’ve never felt hornier in my life. I moan and roll my hips on the other guy’s thigh, needing more of that delicious friction of his hard cock if we’re going to be keeping this up. They both feed me kisses, press me harder between their bodies, fight over my attention until I’m so high on the lust coursing through my body, I can’t get enough.I want all of them. The dress, their clothes, it’s all in the way.Eric tosses back the rest of my drink, then throws me over his shoulder. I gasp. “Hey!”“You’re coming with me, Celina,” Eric decides.“Don’t leave me out!” The other guy complains.He follows us and keeps playing with my hair. “You’re a naughty thing aren’t you?”“I want to be,” I say, even as my cross necklace hits me in the face.I lean forward and bite Eric’s ass through his jeans. He chuckles. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Celina. Be careful since you don’t know the rules.”I giggle and bite him again. He tosses me down in a bed and I see two other guys already in the room he brought me to. I don’t know them, but I don’t care. Eric is someone I can trust. He takes off his shirt and climbs on top of me, feeding me more of his hot, controlling, delicious kisses.“Celina,” he whispers against my lips, “I want you to meet my friends.”“Hi,” I say before pulling Eric back to me and stroking over his gorgeous body. His arms are so strong, so amazing.“James is the one you met on the dance floor,” Eric says while sitting back on his heels and pulling one of my feet over his shoulder to kiss up my calf.James kisses me hungrily, his hand slipping into the top of my dress to stroke the sensitive skin of my breast. A moan bubbles from my throat as his fingers close around my nipple, tugging and massaging until I can’t control my squirming.“Tuck and Aaron are both here in the room,” Eric continues.I look over and see both of the other guys watching. Eric nips the inside of my knee. “Do you want them to kiss you too? To touch your gorgeous body?”“Maybe,” I say before licking my lips.Eric chuckles. “Looks like you two are on the sidelines for the start.”“Boo,” One of them says.“Shut it, Tuck, enjoy the show,” the other one, with thick blonde hair, says sharply.Eric and James pull the whole mattress off the bed and to the middle of the floor. I stretch out, enjoying the envious looks of the guys as the skirt of my dress rides up. Eric’s face blushes despite the hunger in his gaze.“I don’t think she needs underwear, what about you, James?” Eric asks.“Seems like a waste to me,” he agrees.“Please,” I tug at my own soaking panties. “Off?”“What a good girl,” Eric pulls me closer to him and spreads my legs. “You want these panties off?”“Yes,” I whimper, feeling exposed as he stretches my legs wide so everyone can see exactly how wet my cotton panties are.“So wet already,” Eric croons. “Is your cunt aching to be filled?”“Yes!” I whine. “Please, I want you to fill me!”Eric and James slide my underwear off and I start fighting my dress. Tuck, the one with black hair and dark eyes slowly guides my dress up until it’s only covering my breasts. He kisses me slowly, only breaking the kiss to finish removing my dress.I moan as the cool air hits my skin and tightens my nipples into hard, needy peaks. Tuck takes care of that, sucking one nipple into his mouth while massaging my other breast. I moan as his tongue swirls and flicks over my nipple.As if that’s not enough, I see James lower his body between my legs. He kisses across my thigh and Eric smiles. “He’s going to make sure you’re all ready for us, Celina. We don’t want you hurting.”“Please!” I beg even as my fingers wind into Tuck’s hair. “I want, ”“I know you want plenty” Eric croons. “We’re going to take our time and do it right. Especially if you want all of us.”I nod and he strokes through my hair. I whimper and lift my hips when James licks over my clitoris.Eric grins. “You like that?”“Yes, so much!” I groan.James does it again and again, using his tongue in ways that have me dizzy. He moans and sucks the same spot, making my toes curl in the stupid shoes I still have on. Eric unzips his jeans in front of me.“You wanted to bite my ass, can you be a good girl and settle for sucking?” He asks.I eye his gorgeous big cock and nod as I lick my lips. “Yes. Please!”He grins and slowly eases into my mouth. He whispers instructions, “lick and suck.That’s right. Use your tongue. Fuck, your mouth is so tight, so hot and wet. You’re perfect, Celina. You’ve been hiding so much.”I moan and take him deeper, wanting to fit as much as possible in my mouth. I like how full he makes me feel, how powerful I feel as he fills my throat again and again. It’s wonderful, and I just want more.“Slowly. I don’t want to cum without fucking you. I’m your warm-up, Celina,” Eric purrs.I get him to the point where he’s shaking, but then I can’t hold back. My back arches and I moan. James’ tongue demands my attention as he sucks and licks at the same time, just like Eric told me to do.I gasp and grip his hair tighter and nearly scratch Tuck’s scalp as I try to find something to hold onto.Eric strokes through my hair. “Come, sweetheart. Just let go and enjoy it.”I whimper, but when Tuck’s teeth graze my nipple, I burst. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure shoots through me. I try to close my legs, try to wiggle away from the overwhelming feeling, but I’m locked between these three men with nowhere to go.I come down from the high and see them switching positions. Eric holds my leg up and groans. “Such a pretty cunt. I think you want something inside it, don’t you, Celina?”“Yes,” I say in a hoarse voice.“Good girl. Take Tuck in your mouth and I’ll finger you,” he barters.I do exactly as I’m told. Tuck thrusts into my mouth, so I get to take him even deeper than Eric. Even when I start to gag, I just pull him closer. My eyes roll back as Eric eases two fingers into my cunt.I know I can take more thanks to the toy I’ve been using – the one Millie bought me as a joke. What I don’t expect is something wet against my ass. I start to pull away from Tuck, but he holds my chin.There’s a First For Everything,“Aaron likes eating ass. Is that okay?” he asks.I nod weakly. My legs are shaking. His tongue, Eric’s fingers, Tuck’s cock filling my throat. A hand cups my other breast, pinching and teasing my nipple. There’s James. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.I cum again as Eric fingers me hard and fast. Tuck’s legs shake and I suck harder, determined to pull him down with me. He groans and rasps, “you want my cum, baby?”I nod and grab his ass, jerking him further down my throat just as Aaron slides a finger into my ass. Tuck and I come apart together. He fills my mouth with cum as my whole body tightens and lightning bolts of ecstasy shoot through me.Tuck chuckles softly and pets my hair after I swallow. “Such a good girl. Where have you been hiding?”“In her dorm all this time,” Eric says before pulling on a condom. “You belong right here, don’t you Celina?”“More?” I ask.The guys chuckle, then I hear another condom being put on. Tuck sits on his bed,watching with hungry, eager eyes. James helps me onto my knees. Eric lifts me onto his lap until his cock nudges my cunt.“Can you take me?”I nod. “You’re only a little bigger than my toy.”“What about Aaron in your ass?”I look back at him and nod slowly, but face Eric. “You first.”“Yes, sweetheart. Me first.”He slowly guides me down his cock. I thought he was only a little bigger than my toy, but he feels a million times better. I grip his shoulders hard, whimpering as I take every inch. He helps me move up and down, his hands on my hips firmly. He kisses me softly, whispers encouragements, then settles for kissing my throat.I feel Aaron nudging my ass with his cock, then something wet and slippery coats that back hole and my crack. I can’t look since James offers me his cock, tapping it against my lips.I open for him and moan as he fills me. He runs his fingers through my hair as Aaron kisses across my shoulder.“You’re such a good girl, taking all of us. Such a treasure,” he purrs.Already, my toes are curling. I love feeling this full of them. I love feeling this used, this valued. When Aaron slowly eases into my ass, I feel the pressure, the little pricks of pain, all of it, it feels so good. “Holy fuck give it to me harder” I yell.Eric increases the pace and rubs my clit while James keeps nodding and telling me how well I take his cock. By the time I realize I’m hurting, Aaron is already completely inside of me.I gasp and James pulls out of my mouth. “How does that feel?”“Do you want us to stop?” Eric asks seriously.“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. So good,” I moan as cum drips down my lips, my head hitting Eric’s shoulder.When he and Aaron move, I nearly scream as I come apart. It’s too intense, too overwhelming. My thighs are all slick with my own wetness and I feel dirty in the best way. I lean towards James once the orgasm passes and take him deep in my throat.I can’t get enough of them. The way they grunt and groan around me, the compliments they give me, how they restrain themselves so I don’t get hurt. James comes first, filling my mouth again until I have to swallow twice to get it all down.Then Eric and Aaron nod. They take everything up a notch. Instead of moving together like they were, they find a pace that’s opposite of each other. I can’t catch my breath, I can’t think straight, all I feel is pleasure like I could only dream about. I take whatever kisses I’m offered, I hold onto both men as they share me, I cum more times than I can count, until finally, they both finish with growls and sharp grunts.They slide out of me and I lay on the mattress, sore all over from this new experience, breathless, and overwhelmed.“Get showered,” Eric orders the other guys.They leave only once I have a blanket over me. Eric pushes my hair from my face and chuckles at whatever expression I have on.“You’re a treasure, Celina,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me slowly. I smile and he chuckles. “There you are.”“I want more,” I stroke down his chest. “I want to feel that good always.”“I’m more than happy to make you feel that good again, but right now, you need to rest.You’re already going to be sore,” he kisses my forehead.After a few minutes, he manages to sneak me into a bathroom and helps me scrub down in the shower stall without getting my hair or face wet. Once I’m dry and dressed, he leads me back downstairs with a wicked glint in his eyes.We’re keeping a secret from his sister, I know that. He dances with me again, gets me another drink, and doesn’t hesitate to grab my ass whenever he wants. I realize I left my underwear in his room, but I can’t make myself care about that either.I’m sure Millie won’t like me dancing with her brother. I’m sure my best friend won’t be happy that her brother and his friends took a whole lot of my firsts today, but all I can think about is when I can have them again. When I can have anyone again like that.Eric pulls me back against him. “I ruined your sweetness, didn’t I?”“No,” I stroke down his chest and grin. “You just made me a whole lot greedier for things I didn’t even know were possible.”He kisses me quickly. “Anytime you want fun, you know where to come.”“Your room?”“Sure, I’ll make you come there, the bathroom, your room, the library, there’s a list of places. I’m a very kinky guy like that” he chuckles.I smile and twist under his arm. Why the hell did I wait so long to take what I want, especially when it means having this kind of pleasure and this kind of fun?By CelinasFantasy
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