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In this episode of Occupied Thoughts, FMEP Fellow Ahmed Moor speaks with Eid Suleiman, a resident of the village of Umm al Khair in Masafer Yatta in the Israeli-occupied West Bank, and Andrey X, a journalist and solidarity activist who is an Israeli citizen. They discuss settlers attacks and expansionism, who the so-called Hilltop Youth are, and the fact that the settler apparatus for dispossessing Palestinian people and confiscating their land operates as Israeli state policy. They also discuss Palestinian efforts to sustain their families and communities, the solidarity activists who offer support, and the concrete differences in how Palestinians and non-Palestinian solidarity activists are treated by the Israeli army and Israeli police.  Eid Suleman is a human rights activist and member of the Umm al Khair community in the Israeli-occupied southern West Bank. Andrey X is a journalist and solidarity activist. You can follow him in these places: https://www.instagram.com/the.andrey.x/ or https://x.com/the_andrey_x. Ahmed Moor is a Palestinian-American writer born in Gaza and a Fellow at FMEP.  You can follow Ahmed on Substack at: https://ahmedmoor.substack.com and on X at @AhmedMoor. Original music by Jalal Yaquoub.

Add these songs to your weekend playlist to celebrate the 250th. Umm... did the person who made this list listen to any lyrics?

We're back! Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/The Intro music was made using Laser Groove by Kevin Macleod."Laser Groove"Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/*Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders.

Zubayr Ibn al-Awaam رضي الله عنه (S19) Asmaa رضي الله عنها had 8 kids with Zubayr رضي الله عنه. They are: Abdullah, Urwah, al-Mundhir, al-Muhajir, Khadijah, Aisha, Aasim and Umm al-Hassan رضي الله عنهم. Some were companions (رضي الله عنهم) and some were Tabi'een (r.h). The best women are those who bear the most children and those who have the most Taqwa. They are loving and caring towards their husbands. Asmaa رضي الله عنها lived to ~100 years old. She رضي الله عنها passed away ~a few weeks after her son Abdullah Ibn Zubayr رضي الله عنهم.

Umm... to each their own? Maybe there are some perks to opting for a bath instead of a shower but we're yet to be confident in that...Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcasts/carrie-and-tommySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hour 1: Conan O'Brien prefers to fly commercial. How did Drake get all of his money? Elon Musk is no longer a Trillionaire. The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is coming to Netflix. The X Games are happening this weekend in Sacramento. What happened to orange juice? Umm… it's bad for you. You're saying Adidas wrong, but that's really ok. The actors from ‘The Simpsons' are rich rich. Hour 2: It's time to give some Bad Advice! This listener wants to retire and go full-time Grandma. What does she need to consider before making the leap? Well, first, is this what her daughter wants? Then, a stereotypical redhead needs help calming down. Fireworks are coming back to the Golden Gate Bridge! The US stadiums are competing for the “best” place to watch the World Cup. It's carnival season! Sarah has perfected pancakes; It is known. This sparks a conversation about the gang's last meal. None of that 2% crap! Hour 3: Will ‘Supergirl' meet expectations at the theaters this weekend? Larry David's new show is here. The BET Awards are this weekend with a stacked lineup. Chet Hanks found the role he was born to play. Your good news story of the day is a singing janitor. We have more fair food to discuss! Cambridge is considering limiting patrons to one drink every 30 minutes. Is it too late for Matty to have a birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese? Hour 4: Max Martin and Shellback are selling publishing rights to their Taylor Swift songs. Do we think she cares? Sarah and Bob are upping their bets about Taylor's wedding. Sarah and Vinnie love a good awkward moment. If you're not staying in The Bay, Las Vegas is supposedly a good spot to celebrate the 4th of July. A Michigan woman almost pulled off a perfect crime. True Or False: Crazy Carnival Edition.

Conan O'Brien prefers to fly commercial. How did Drake get all of his money? Elon Musk is no longer a Trillionaire. The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is coming to Netflix. The X Games are happening this weekend in Sacramento. What happened to orange juice? Umm… it's bad for you. You're saying Adidas wrong, but that's really ok. The actors from ‘The Simpsons' are rich rich.

Is this a faith based movie? Umm... its TV-MA on Tubi.. watch at your own risk lol

(00:00:00) Intro (00:01:53) We Just Got Done Rewatching Taxi (00:14:40) Did We Learn Anything Today? (00:17:37) Parting Thoughts (00:19:55) Howl Outs In this episode we rewatch and then talk about Taxi. Umm, could I just check? You won't break down or get lost or pick up another passenger will you?Thank you so much for listening. Connect with us and let us know what you think of the show!Get Dinner with the Heelers merch! At Dashery by TeePublic you can get shirts (and all sorts of other cool things) with Dinner with the Heelers artwork. Grab yours today!Get ad-free episodes via Patreon for only $1 a month: patreon.com/theblueypodcastCheck out this video about how our podcast is made:TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theblueypodcast/video/7370492256005950766Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7NKLQhAIUv/A huge thank you to Ryanna Larson (Instagram: @blueyfamilyportraits) for the amazing show cover art. Connect with her on Instagram to commission a portrait for your family!Website: theblueypodcast.comPatreon: patreon.com/theblueypodcastTikTok: @theblueypodcastTwitter: @theblueypodcastInstagram: @theblueypodcastFacebook: Dinner with the HeelersEmail: blueypodcast@gmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dinner-with-the-heelers-a-bluey-podcast--6729926/support.

Each Epic episode is produced by Playful World Ministries! And you can help us continue to playfully reach kids for Christ by becoming a Playful World Partner! Go to: https://actintl.givingfuel.com/brownlee Thank you for your support, as you help us creatively express God's Truth to a worldwide audience! Featuring Chapter 20 from the audiobook “The Prophet, the Shepherd, & the Star,” by Jenny L. CoteDaniel and his friends arrive in magnificent Babylon – and are treated almost like royalty… especially considering they're being forced to be there! So, our Epic animals are wondering, what's the catch? In our studio, Miss Jenny explains her fascinating use of outlines in the planning of each of her books – and it becomes painfully obvious to Max, Liz, and Nigel that Announcer… doesn't outline. 0:26 – Hey! Time for another adventure! Hey!2:25 _ Announcer lad claims he has prepared an outline for this show …yeah, right.5:00– Chapter 20: “One Hundred Twenty Intimidating Lions” 22:08 – In Jenny's Corner – it's all about outlines and why they're so important to a story – right Announcer Lad? Umm, Announcer Lad? And as always – we'd love to hear from you! Email Jenny: Jenny@epicorderoftheseven.com or email our studios: playfulworldministries@gmail.com And don't forget – you can get your very own copy of the audiobook, “The Prophet, the Shepherd, & the Star,” written by Jenny L. Cote, and narrated by Denny Brownlee, And you can find all the Epic Order audiobooks at fine distributors such as Audible, Apple Play and Google Play." Or, just click here to order NOW: https://tinyurl.com/acv2atsc

We started with President Trump saying he's going to attend a Knicks finals game at the Garden and we wondered what type of reaction he would get from the crowd. Umm...

The Nationals just walked into Atlanta and took two out of three from one of baseball's best teams. Umm, right? This wasn't some fluky offensive explosion either. The lineup honestly looked pretty average for stretches of this series, but the pitching staff carried the team in a way we have not seen consistently in years. Today we're diving into why this series felt different. We'll talk about Foster Griffin silencing the Braves lineup in miserable weather conditions, why Brad Lord is becoming one of the most important pitchers on the roster, and what Jake Irvin's shoulder injury means moving forward. Plus, are the Nationals actually ahead of schedule under Paul Toboni and Blake Butera? And, ugh, maybe the biggest thing of all — it's Memorial Day weekend and the Nationals are sitting at .500 and second place in the NL East. That matters. Heading to a Nats game, Caps matchup, Commanders game, or a DC concert? Use SeatGeek—the ticket app that rates every deal so you know you're getting the best value. Get $20 off your first purchase over $50 with code MINUTECAST at https://seatgeek.onelink.me/RrnK/teamseatgeek⁠ Need a high-protein snack? Righteous Felon delivers premium, pasture-raised Black Angus beef with bold flavors and 10g of protein per serving. Keto-friendly, gluten-free, and sustainably sourced—get 15% off with code MINUTECAST at https://www.righteousfelon.com/?ref=MINUTECAST⁠ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

So we are back in Hawkins, and California and Russia… geez! Hopper is alive! this reveal is meh… and how did he survive the lightening bolts of disintegration?Umm… he fell down? Max wakes up from a nightmare into a daymare when she sees the head cheerleader has been pretzeled and de-eyed. Yikes. A plane lands in California, and two teenagers wait on theguy they are both obsessed with and he is the dorkiest person on earth and El is like “FROM”? Mike, from? And Will is like, hug me? No, okay I'll just go kms then I guessAnd the talking bong is like, your cheap ass mom got you theknock off clothes, and Mike is like what is that smell? and Jonathon is like pass the dutchie over here is my best friend because I literally don't remember the person I was six months agoMike is like oh cool, because nothing phases him in that hat,it's radioactive and bad vibes nor critical thoughts can penetrate it. El lies and lies some more and Will looks like Chrissyat the end of the last episode because of how many times he rolls his eyes at his lying sister (aww!) Also… Murray is there. Robin and Steve want to merge and form a datable person named Reve… Lucas is puking and we are led to believe that he's hungoverbut remember Chrissy threw up in the last episode too. I think that's just what happens when you spend more than one hour with Jason. Max goes to Dustin and is like “Eddie is Ted Bundy” andDustin is like “No way!” and she's like “Maybe?” and he's like “You think?” and she's like “No, I'm not really sure what my stance is supposed to be, but we have to get this plot moving” Murray tells Joyce that her boyfriend has been fried like somuch toast and we can all see that she just got botox. And she's like I disagree with one of those things, but I'm offended by both But they are both wrong because Hopper is an elephant and an elephant doesn't snitch (isn't that the quote?)… unlike his daughter who apparently is a snitch because she dared to get bullied in front of a teacher and the whole town including adults that work at the skating rink bully her like CarrieThe cops show up to tell Jason his hair should not look likethat after sleeping on the floor of an abandoned burger place and he starts singing “I'm just Ken” and my girlfriend was just a mannequin in my life but I'm going to go scream in the woods and then he's like "I'm going to be the most normal about this that anyone has ever been about anything. So where do you guys think I could get some tar and feathers?”   Jonathon says “I'm emo” and his talking bong is like “pfftweed” enough said. Joyce calls Russia and is like “Can you help me get myboyfriend back?” and tippi hedren is like this is the wrong phone booth and she's like Murray, reroute. Hopper is in prison for letting the Duffer Brothers do whatthey did to me at the end of season 5 Jason transforms from being Kenough into being Tyler Durden Nancy talks to Uncle wayne and he thinks Freddie Kruegerkilled Chrissy in the dreamworld and honestly he's not that far off. Fred follows the sound of a clock into the forest as you do Will is like “Mike you're a bad friend” and Mike is like “Notjust friend… best friend” wink Angela who we thought couldn't get worse is like “Heyjane isn't it hilarious that your dad is dead” and Jane is like I'm Eleven so stfu and the thwop heard round the world happens as a roller skate finds it's true place in the skull of “this bitch” FAFO Angela Finding a lead, the family video gang goes to thehouse of a mythical drug dealer… as one does… and Steve is like “Imma poke this boat” and dustin is like “bad idea” and steve is like “Why” and the boat stands up and tries to kill him but actually it's Kas the bloody handed… I mean Eddieand he gives us a tearful account of why he's innocentFred gets the Chrissy treatment as Eddie describes it and Venca LIVES! In an attic? Okay my guy, you need a towel or something to dry off, the squelching is getting out of hand.

Joey Visits An Overheated Milf On Nude Day, MILF scores her neighbor boy’s cock. Based on a post by silkstockingslover. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "It's so fucking hot in here," Sarah Waterton sighed. It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of July, her air conditioning wasn't working, it was a hundred degrees outside, and it didn't feel much cooler than that inside her house; perhaps even hotter; even with all the windows wide open. She was glad her period ended last night. She was about to invite herself over to Carol’s backyard pool. She was doing some dishes wearing only a bikini, and she was seriously considering discarding those two tiny pieces of fabric too, when there was a knock at the door. The mother of two (her daughter Cynthia was away for a summer session at college, and her son Nate had recently graduated from high school) went to the door and was surprised to see Nate's best friend, Joey, standing there. Although she wasn't actually naked, she felt a little self-conscious to be standing in front of an eighteen-year-old guy so scantily dressed. "Hi, Miss Waterton," Joey greeted, trying to keep his jaw from plummeting down to the porch's floor like in a Loony Toons cartoon, since his all-time MILF fantasy was standing right in front of him, in a bikini that couldn't possibly hide her enticingly voluptuous tits. "Hi, Joey. Nate isn't home," she said, taking in the boy's appearance. He was slightly dorky as a younger teen, but he'd pretty much grown into a ruggedly handsome man in the past year. She'd known Joey since he was five, when her young family moved in across the street from Joey’s family. Her son and he had been best friends ever since. "Yeah, I think I left my charger in the basement game room, last time I was here," he said, trying hard not to peer into the valley of pendulous tit ravine that was beckoning him in. "Oh, sure; go ahead and check," Miss Waterton said warmly, letting him through the doorway. She couldn't help noticing he'd taken several glimpses at her swaying tits, with pretty much acres of them showing. He came in and said, "Oh shit, it's a sauna in here!" "Yeah, the air conditioner broke down this morning," the sweaty MILF sighed heavily. "Umm, I could take a look at it," Joey offered, as he tried not to stare at his best friend's Mom's tits too blatantly; and failing. "You could?" she asked as she closed the door, perhaps unwisely, because of the heat. "Yeah, I work during the summers for my Uncle Frank's plumbing and heating business, so I have a fair amount of experience not only with toilets and such, but also air conditioners and heaters," he explained, now admiring her long legs. She was really one hot older woman; and he could easily fill a ‘Big Gulp’ cup full with all the loads he'd shot while imagining he was fucking her. "That would be great," Sarah said gratefully, "I called every company I could google, and they all either didn't answer so I left a message they didn't answer, or they said they couldn't come over until the middle of next week at the earliest." "Yeah, they're all swamped during this heat wave," Joey said. "My uncle took a three-day weekend off for his fortieth wedding anniversary, or I'd be working today too." "Then thanks to you, today is my lucky day," she said. "I can't promise anything, but I'll give it a go," he said, trying not to ignite the throbbing cock in his shorts, and doing his best to hide that he desperately needed to adjust himself. Sarah happened to glance down and see an undeniable tent in the teen's pants. Part of her was flattered that she must have caused that erection, while another part of her was embarrassed for the same reason. "Is there anything you need from me?" He said, "Not really. I'll just go downstairs and take a look at the furnace." "The furnace?" she asked, that not making any sense to her. "Yeah, the air conditioner unit outside runs through the furnace in the basement," he explained, "that's why you can just switch the thermostat on the wall from heating to cooling and back again." "Oh, silly me," she laughed at herself, "that's so obvious." "No worries," he said, "it's likely not something you've ever needed to put any thought into," "I didn't until it stopped working," the sweaty MILF answered sourly. "I'll go check on it." "Okay, thanks." Joey took one more subtle look, or at least he thought it was subtle, at his best friend's Mom's cleavage, before heading downstairs. Sarah noticed his additional peek at her tits and the tent in his shorts as he left. Oddly; and confusingly; she felt a little tingle in her pussy. She supposed it wasn't that odd though, since he was actually a good looking young man. Plus, she hadn't been fucked in eight months. Her husband had left her for another woman two years ago. She'd gone on a couple of dates here and there since, but even though she'd had a terrible quickie eight months ago, when the guy had lasted less than two minutes and left her unsatisfied, she'd only ever come from her toys; of which she had a continuously growing collection, since she had a ferocious sexual appetite. In addition to three different expensive vibrators, she had a suction cup dildo for the bathroom wall, and hidden inside her walk-in closet was a Sybian. Yes, it had been several thousand dollars of expensive, but fuck, did it give her some great orgasms! But with all that said, she'd be lying if she claimed she didn't miss the great sensations of a real man with a living cock. She went to the washroom to pee, washed her hands, and came back to the kitchen to pull out the fixings she needed to make a salad. No way was she turning on the stove today; not even a burner! If Joey couldn't fix the air conditioner, she was definitely going out for dinner, and then perhaps to an air conditioned movie theatre. Once the salad was made, Joey came upstairs no longer wearing a shirt and said, "I'm going out back to look at the outside compressor." "Okay, sounds good," the suddenly distracted MILF said. Yes, she'd realized her son's best friend had bulked up in his senior year, but until this moment, she'd only seen him as Nate's nerdy friend. He'd finished high school with a 98% GPA for the four years, and would be attending UC Berkeley in the fall on a full ride scholarship, yet at this moment while she secretly admired his chiseled, sweaty chest, she saw him for the first time as an attractive man. He headed out the back door, and Sarah watched him leave, looking at him from the back end, and also for the first time, she noticed he had a great ass, and a rippled back. "What the fuck?" Sarah said to herself out loud, shaking her head for looking at her son's friend like he was a piece of meat. She definitely needed to get laid, and soon! She ate her salad, and he came back inside, saying, "I think I know what the problem is." "Is it fixable?" Sarah asked, the eighteen-year-old's impressive chest now all sweaty, and she couldn't help thinking how she'd like to lick that sweat right off of him. "I believe so," he said. "But to be sure, I need to check something else on the furnace." "Okay," she said, unable not to admire his perfect chest and pulsing biceps. While Joey headed downstairs, he sensed she was staring at him. He shook his head to clear away the impossible thought. Although during his senior year, he'd experienced a terrific reversal in his luck with the ladies. After a summer of plumbing work; which is surprisingly strenuous, when you're constantly inching yourself underneath floorboards towards impossible locations and such. He also made regular visits to the gym. In his senior year he was given head by Carrie, a chubby but cute girl on his debate team; then lost his virginity to Betty, a girl he met and competed against in the Speech competition. And he'd even gotten to fuck Amber for the last two months of the school year, a cheerleader who unfortunately was spending the summer in Europe. The suddenly horny MILF shook her head at her inappropriate thoughts. Needing to cool herself down both figuratively and literally, she went to the fridge and just stood in front of it with the door wide open for a few moments. She then took an ice cube from the freezer and slid it up and down and around her neck. It felt so nice to cool down just a bit! The melting ice ran down her chest, just as; "Oh my," Joey said, as he stared at the hottest woman he knew doing something that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sex comedy. His cock, which had gradually dropped into slumber while he worked, was now wide awake again, and ready for action in a heartbeat! But he must have made some noise, because... "Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Sarah apologized, hurriedly tossing the ice cube into the sink. "It's just so hot in here!" "But not for much longer; I almost have it fixed," he said brightly, wishing he could have been that ice cube; well; before she'd tossed it aside. "I just need to get something from my truck, and we'll be in business!" "Really? Sounds great!" she said. He left, and she thought to herself, ‘Oh, my God, how embarrassing!’ She reached for her phone to distract herself from her humiliation, and started scrolling through Twitter. He came back in and went back downstairs. As she scrolled through a bunch of ridiculous political posts that made her sigh at what appeared to be half of the country's idiocy, the discovery of an upcoming Hallmark movie that made her smile, and a funny cat video. She learned that today was National Nude Day (not to be confused with Naked Gardening Day, which was the first Saturday in May). She laughed, And given this heat wave, what a perfect day for it! Still sweating like crazy from the heat, she went and poured two glasses of iced tea; threw in four ice cubes each, so they'd stay cold for at least a few minutes, and went down to the basement to offer her unexpected handyman some ice cold refreshment. To her surprise, the basement was a little cooler than upstairs; which she wished she'd known earlier today. She found Joey with the side panel of the furnace off, tinkering with something. "I brought you a glass of iced tea," she said. "I figured you could use a cold drink." He stood up, accepted the drink and said, "Thanks, Miss Waterton, I could definitely use something cold." "No problem," she said. "And just so you know, now that you're pretty much all grown up, please call me Sarah." "Okay," he said, as he sipped his iced tea and again stared at the perfect body of his best friend's Mom, who was still wearing only her skimpy bikini. Sarah was doing the same thing; admiring her son's best friend's semi-naked body. "So; do you think you can fix it?" "Yes," he nodded. "I'm just trying to get it working temporarily, so I can go to the shop and get a part to fix it properly." "That's amazing!" "No problem." "It's also no problem that I owe you big time," she said. She inadvertently chose that moment to glance down at his crotch. "It's the least I can do," he said, "you've fed me lunches and snacks and things so many times over the years!" Sarah thought to herself, ‘I wouldn't mind you feeding me something right now,’ and then she couldn't believe such things were popping into her head. "Oh, it was my pleasure," she replied blandly, as she wondered how big his cock was. The tent in his shorts again hinted at it being a decent size. "No, the pleasure is all mine, Sarah," he said, in a lame, slightly awkward attempt at flirting. There was silence while Sarah caught the innuendo, and realized she herself had started the innuendo-ing, even if only inside her head. Being a psychiatrist, she knew the subconscious mind often initiated things before a person was consciously aware of them. He downed his drink, knowing he'd said the wrong thing, handed the glass back to her and said, "I should have this thing running at least temporarily in a few minutes." "That'll be great," Sarah said, realizing she'd made him uncomfortable. So she headed back upstairs, shaking her head at herself again. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me? He's eighteen years old! He's my son's best friend! His mother is one of my best friends. And yet; yet; he's fucking hot; and at his age, he can likely reload quickly and give me the multiple fuckings I so badly crave; and want; and need!’ Knowing she'd be using one of her toys the minute he left, she pulled up Literotica, like she often did. She didn't mind watching porn, but she really enjoyed reading porn. She enjoyed the slow burn of a well-written story, while video porn often had no story at all. Lately, she'd been reading gangbang stories, since it was a forbidden fantasy she assumed she'd never experience, but today she told the search engine of the website to look for eighteen-year-olds. To the horny MILF's surprise, the majority of the stories the engine found were about eighteen-year-old girls, including titles like Blacked Out: 18 Year Old Virgin, 18 and Horny, and the crazy title 80-year-old Neighbor. When she found one about a guy and a girl, she also found a guy and sissy one called 18-year-old Spies on 3 Women with the hot summary: 'Women put his young body to good use.' Just the summary made her pussy tingle while she fantasized how she could put Joey to very good use! She also saved Her 18-year-old Neighbor, and Summer Houseguest. She was still scrolling for more, since only the first one had really gotten her intrigued, although she knew she could serve as an excellent hostess to her current guest, if he gave her the opportunity. "Fixed," Joey announced as he came up the stairs, now carrying his shirt in his hand. "Really?" "Yes," he nodded, "but it will take at least a couple hours to get this upstairs area down to a reasonable temperature again." "Well, just knowing it will get cool in here is great," she said, feeling some slightly cool air wafting across her bare feet, since she was standing next to a vent. "May I ask you for a favor?" he asked. "Sure. Anything," she answered, and deep down, she meant it. ‘Just ask me to suck your cock. Just ask me to spread my legs so you can eat my pussy. Just order me to bend over the kitchen counter so you can fuck me’, were all wicked thoughts that popped into the horny woman's head. "Mind if I take a quick shower?" he asked. "Mind? Not a bit," she said and then offered, "Why don't you use mine?" "Really?" he asked. "Yeah, Nate installed a couple of extra sprays on the sides. It really feels wonderful," she replied. She didn't mention that one of the sprays was perpetually aimed to spray directly onto her pussy whenever she turned it on. "That'd be great," he said. "I'm all sweaty." "Yeah, you are," she said, the way a woman would say it in a porn film. Realizing that she hurriedly changed subjects by saying, "Umm, there are towels in the hallway closet right next to my bedroom." "Great, thanks," he said, his cock raging from admiring his fantasy MILF, and also the sexy way she kept looking at him. He left, and she shook her head at herself again. Then, as she heard the shower turn on, a wicked idea popped into her head. She was all sweaty too, so she, could reasonably use a shower! As she embraced the naughty thought, her horniness taking control, she sneaked into her bedroom. She dropped her bikini top and bottom on the floor, and she silently entered the bathroom. She paused to reconsider. ‘Am I really about to do this? Am I really going to enter the shower where Nate's naked best friend is showering?’ As she asked herself these questions, her body decided for her, as it resumed stalking towards the shower. Fate then confirmed the wisdom of her decision when Joey moaned, unaware that his MILF fantasy was right on the other side of the shower curtain, "Oh, yes, Miss Waterton, suck my cock just like that!" as she watched him, with eyes closed, jacking his cock with the hand he'd lathered up to use as lube. Emboldened by this confirmation, that he was as horny for her as she was for him; she slipped by the curtain and stepped into the shower right behind him and as she reached around his body to grab his cock, she whispered in his ear; "I told you to call me Sarah." "Miss Waterton!" he gasped, as he turned around to see his best friend's Mom completely naked, her big, hard nipples staring at him. "No no, I'm Sarah," she corrected him. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Now say my name. “Sarah;” Joey was stunned! Her hand was on his cock, now stroking him, and her tongue was again in his mouth! He, of course, kissed her back, in awe of his sudden good fortune. When she broke the kiss, she asked, "Did you know today is National Nude Day?" "No," he said, still overwhelmed by what was happening. It's one thing, Joey thought, to fantasize all the time about having sex with your best friend's sexy Mom, but to actually have her hand on your cock and kiss you while you're both naked, was a whole different level of Wow! "Well, it is," she said in her best sexy and sultry tone, "and it seems to me that Fate has decreed you and I should celebrate this special day properly, don't you think?" "Yah, yes," Joey stammered, still trying to wrap his head around the miracle that was suddenly unfolding. "Now let me clean you all up," the sexy Milf said, grabbing the bar of soap and rubbing it all over his chest. "Joey, you've really turned into a sexy man!" "Oh, thanks," he moaned, as she washed his chest with one hand and continued stroking his hard cock with the other. "And I mean you're all man," she said, as she handed him the soap, lowered herself to her knees, and admired his seven-inch cock from very close up. He'd even shaved off all his pubes. What a considerate guy! "Oh, Miss Water, uh, Sarah,&quo

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This is a recording of a New Jewish Narrative webinar from April 28th, 2026, moderated by Hadar Susskind. This conversation features Eid Suleiman Hadaleen, Becca Strober, and Mattan Berner-Kadish. Drawing on lived experience and on-the-ground work, this discussion both centers the realities too often abstracted or ignored and shines a light on the partnerships that exist on the ground. Our panelists tackle questions such as:  What does daily life under occupation actually look like? What is the impact of settler violence? What does it take for Jews and Palestinians to confront it together? EID SULEIMAN HADALEEN is a Palestinian activist and community member from Umm al-Khair, in the South Hebron Hills, working to protect his community and resist displacement. BECCA STROBER is an Israeli-American organizer and educator on the Israeli occupation who works closely with Israeli and American Jewish communities. They are the Director of Achvat Amim - Solidarity of Nations, and run the Instagram page @becca.explains.the.occupation. MATTAN BERNER-KADISH is an Israeli-American activist who has spent much of his life between the United States and Israel/Palestine. He leads From Here Forward, a grassroots documentation, education, and leadership-building project.

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A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

steamy-stories-blog:They were College Prep Study Partnersby Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Seems like you've got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.Keep reading

steamy-stories-blog:They were College Prep Study Partnersby Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Seems like you've got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.Keep reading

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

steamy-stories-blog:They were College Prep Study Partnersby Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Seems like you've got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.Keep reading

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

"What do they want to see? Umm, peace? Umm, freedom? Maybe good government? HA! They want blood! And guts! And love! And hate! They want entertainment!"   The persistent globe trotting of season 2 sees the X-Men transported to their most exotic locale yet: the technologically advanced, oppressive dimension known as the Mojoverse! Here, the world religion is entertainment, with the titular Mojo as its God. Mojo - a spineless, fanatical, obese, bloviating mogul - is panic-stricken after losing his star attraction, Longshot (due entirely to his own mistreatment and talent exploitation). Mojo's non-existent attention span then seizes upon the X-Men, "primitive" figures from a "backwater" dimension as his next meal ticket. Championing them as the latest and greatest opiate for the increasingly fickle masses of his planet, Mojo abducts the mutant heroes and forces them to take part in his programming, broadcast live and worldwide for the approval of Mojo's mindless denizens.   As a character who evolved to most prominently be employed as a commentary on empty consumer culture, particularly of America in the late 1980s, adapting Mojo for television is particularly cutting for a hit Saturday morning cartoon. Whereas Mojo was infamously used to satirize mass media expansion in light of the rapidly ballooning X-Men line of comics, whose core identity was being diluted and eroded through a seemingly endless number of spin-offs, the role of television and network ratings as a metaphor for this message arguably put some distance between the source and the object of criticism. Moving that source from the page to the screen places the X-Men: The Animated Series directly in the line of fire, making the show complicit in the trend being skewered. In this way, Mojo gives the producers free reign to poke fun at the success of their own creation. Tellingly, they don't even take the out of trying to discredit Mojo's philosophy that violence equals ratings, as the fighting team doesn't defeat the villain by way of their high-minded ideals - they beat him, seemingly to death, and depart. Disoriented, annoyed, and having learned nothing from the experience. Like basically all Mojo tales, this one suffers for the fact that nothing about it inherently belongs as an X-Men story. The same could be told with essentially any popular superhero or superpowered team. That's a limitation of the concept than the execution, however, as "Mojovision" represents the rare example of an adaptation somehow feeling even MORE faithful to its source by way of translation to TV.   X-TRA: As originally conceived, Mojo was meant to represent a blight upon existence itself and described as, "an obscenity that goes on forever." This vision isn't totally irreconciliation with his depiction as a soulless, numbers-driven network executive guided by enshittification at every turn.

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

An aging couple gets a surprise gift from Mrs. Claus.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I could hear Nancy, my wife, clinking the dishes in the kitchen as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was Christmas eve morning, and she was up and about before six. That meant only one thing as far as I was concerned, no Christmas sex this year, again. Not with the kids showing up this afternoon. I’ve found myself thinking back to the early years a lot more lately. You’d think that in my sixties, sex wouldn’t be a big deal anymore, but instead it seemed like my tolerance for her lack of desire or output was lower instead of better.I closed my eyes again and thought back to our first Christmas together as man and wife. It was a small tree, and there weren’t many presents around it, but we gave each other the best present in the world that Christmas night. We made love under the tree, not once, but multiple times. Nine months later our first daughter was born. All through our dating time she was sexually playful and we would have sex many ways and in lots of places. She never seemed bashful when she undressed for me, exposing her incredibly beautiful body. Hell, I never would have even tried to ask her out on a date if I hadn’t accidently spilled my drink all over her at McDonalds. She was way out of my class. She looked more like playboy model material than someone interested in a somewhat geeky college freshman.To my surprise, she demanded that I take her out to make up for spilling the soda all over her. So I did. And again, and again. After half a dozen dates, I built up enough nerve to suggest we mess around while we were walking in the dark through the local park. She readily agreed and the two of us made love for the first time on a picnic table in the middle of a public park. It was the first of many times we made love, in private, in semi-public areas, in the river, in the lake, well, you get the idea. She was willing to do it anywhere I felt comfortable doing it with her. She never seemed to be able to get enough of our intimacy. And it was so much more than just sex. You could see it in her eyes. She loved what I was doing with her and she loved watching me climax along with her. It became almost a game with her, to hold it as long as possible before letting herself tumble over the edge, taking me with her. But it was for me, and only me. Once we started dating there was no one else, not even close male friends that would hug or anything. It wasn’t until I proposed that I learned I was the first man to have her that way.We got married less than a year after spilling that soda on her, and we made love the first time as man and wife in the hot tub on the balcony of the bridal suite. Not one time, but twice before we finally tumbled into bed, exhausted from the day's activities. The next months were fantastic. She seemed to delight in teasing me, skimpy or no underwear with short skirts, sexy lingerie, sometimes wearing things without a bra so her big 32 D tits would wiggle enticingly. Our first Christmas found her under the tree in a red see through negligee, a gift tag tied to the crotch of her see through panties that read “definitely open before Christmas!” We made love under that tree and we loved each other. Over the next months, her belly grew, but her desire for me didn’t change. If anything, it increased. It was almost as if being pregnant enhanced her sexual desire. And I wasn’t going to argue. She always whispered how much she loved me and how much making love with me made her feel loved.It wasn’t a surprise when sex drew to a sudden halt after Tabitha was born. I could understand it. I waited patiently, and some of the sex returned, but not nearly what it had been before. We had to plan when we had sex so we didn’t wake Mikey, interrupting us. A year later we had Julie, and sex became even less frequent. After Mandy, well, sex just didn’t seem to happen anymore. It was frustrating, but I always looked ahead and said that once the girls were grown and out of the house things would get better.College came for our sons, and we were empty nesters, but the long skirts, heavy duty bras to hold her now thirty eight triple D’s in place, and the granny panties appeared to be the future. Sex was maybe once or twice a month, if I was lucky, always in the bedroom and always the same way. It was, to say the least, depressing to see what my life had become. I was married to the most beautiful woman in town, maybe the state, and I barely got to even see her naked any more unless we shared a shower. Now here we were, twenty years past the girls moving out on their own and I was more depressed about our sex life than I could remember. I lay dreaming back to that first Christmas, picturing her lying under the tree in that see through red mesh, her legs spread, her body illuminated only by the blinking lights of the tree, looking so damn sexy and inviting. I could still feel in my mind the sensations of sliding my hard-on into her and hear her moans of pleasure as she begged me to fuck her over and over again.I could feel my hard-on inside my sleep shorts growing, my hand moving to it as I remembered the image of her tits bouncing inside the sheer material before she rolled me over to sit on top of me. I stroked my hard shaft, pretending it was her hot wet cunt again, her big tits now bouncing wildly on her chest, the sheer material pushed apart by her flying tits. My mind could still remember how she felt around me as she pounded down on me with abandon until she made me come deep inside her. I grunted and felt my cock surge cum onto my stomach, remembering that day and wishing for those days again. I knew in my heart it was a useless wish. Nothing was going to change, but I still couldn’t help but wish it none the less. I tossed back the covers, pushed the sleep shorts the rest of the way off and headed to the shower to rinse off the evidence of my desire.After ChristmasIt had been a good Christmas. I loved having the kids and their families over, this year with the first of our grandchildren as well. It was midmorning, the day after Christmas, and I was moving around the tree, picking up the odds and ends wrapping paper that had gotten left behind and putting my Christmas presents away in the shop, or wherever else was a suitable home. The tree had been inundated with presents, as usual, stacked so high that only the top two thirds of the tree were visible. Both of us enjoyed giving presents to the kids and their spouses. My wife spent hours picking just the right things for all of them. Christmas was probably the best season of the year, at least I felt so. Though each year it became harder and harder not to think back to that first Christmas. No, I wasn’t going to change wives. I loved Nancy more than anything else in my life, though the kids would be a darn tough second.No, I was resigned to my life of near celibacy, at least compared to how my life with her had started.To make matters worse, my wife and the neighborhood ladies were all fitness-minded. They keep up a daily routine of evening walks and morning yoga. This means I wake up to a beautiful display of curvy bodies in the living room or back patio, adorned in the hottest yoga pants, leotards, or swimsuits. Good luck hiding your morning wood with multiple ladies watching.I tucked things away and I was about to call it done, when I noticed a small package sticking out from under the tree skirt. “uh oh.” I mumbled, “someone didn’t get a present.” I pulled the oddly wrapped package from under the skirt and looked at it. About six inches square and maybe an inch thick. I didn’t recognize the paper. It was a deep burgundy with some kind of fuzzy pattern on it and a bow that looked to be made of silk lace. It had a small tag which I turned over. “To Mike, from Mrs. Clause.”I chuckled. My wife and I often traded packages from Santa. I was surprised that she didn’t catch one of mine was missing. I gently slipped the bow and ribbon off the corners and gently unwrapped the paper. It was almost like foil paper with that interesting soft texture. It had to be expensive paper. I opened the box and inside was a single heart shaped cookie, white frosted with red sugar dusted over it. Under I could see a small parchment paper. I slipped it out. The parchment looked and felt ancient, but clearly couldn’t be or it would fall apart. The writing was in a looping feminine script.“Merry Christmas. Share this with the love of your life, to grant your Christmas wish, but be alone.” Mrs. Clause.I looked it over, front and back, but there were no other clues. Maybe this was my wife’s way of trying to start something? We hadn’t had any sex over Christmas yet, so maybe this was her way of giving me a present she knew I would enjoy. I grinned at the thought. I could play that game. I headed to the bedroom and took off my underwear so I was wearing only my thin nylon workout shorts. That should make things easier. I took the cookie from the box and opened the plastic wrapper. Setting the unwrapped cookie back in the box, I went to find her. Now was as good a time as any. I found her in the kitchen, putting dinner into the crockpot. I stepped behind her and gently kissed her neck. Breaking the cookie, I reached around her, pressing my already growing hard-on against her ass crack. I whispered. “I have something for you.” I held the piece of cookie out in front of her mouth for her to take the bite.“What’s that?” she asked, her hands unable to do anything as she held the chicken breasts. I slipped the portion of cookie into her mouth before she could object any further. “Oh my god! That is so good!” she moaned, almost orgasmic as she chewed the cookie slowly.“Knock knock!” I heard from the garage door as Linda, our neighbor called as she walked in. “Anyone home?”“In here!” My wife called, dropping the chicken into the crockpot and moving away from me to wash her hands.I scowled at the interruption, feeling my hope of what was to come, fade away in an instant. This seemed to be the story of my life. Just when I thought I had her interest, something interrupts and the “mood” never seems to come back. Linda wasn’t a bad looking woman. Not nearly as hot and sexy as my wife, but then not many women are, even at sixty three. Linda is slender, early fifties, modest sized chest, half a foot shorter than my six foot, and divorced for the last three years.“Now, where did you get that?” My wife asked, as she turned to face me, wiping her hands on a small towel, while Linda stepped into the kitchen.“From you.” I answered, feeling a little confused. “It was under the tree with a tag for me.”“I didn’t give you a cookie,” my wife said with a frown. “You have a secret girlfriend giving you things?” She continued as she took the box from me. She snapped off another piece of the cookie and ate it, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan. “Oh god this is so good.”“What is?” Linda asked as she stepped over.“This cookie. Try this. It’s the most exquisite taste!” My wife said as she snapped off a piece of the cookie and held it out to Linda.“Oh damn!” Linda groaned after she popped the piece of cookie in her mouth, chewing it so slowly, clearly savoring each moment.“Here hon. Taste this.” My wife whispered, holding a piece of the cookie out for me. I opened my mouth and let her slip the cookie piece into my mouth.It was an incredibly unusual taste. Almost like, well, almost like… Oh shit! I knew exactly what it tasted like now. It tasted exactly like Nancy’s cunt when I make her climax on my tongue.“God, Linda. Have you ever tasted anything so incredible?”“No. I haven’t. It’s incredible.” She whispered as she reached for another piece of the quickly disappearing cookie. She slipped another small piece into her mouth as my wife took the last piece and at it. The two of them moaned almost in unison as they closed their eyes and chewed the last of the cookie. “Damn, is it hot in here?” Linda asked, fanning herself with her hands as she swallowed the last of the cookie. “Where did you get that?”Nancy turned to look at me again. “Mike said it was under the tree.”“It was,” I said, taking the box back from my wife. I turned it over to show her the tag on the ribbon, still partly attached to the box. The parchment fell out of the box and fluttered to the floor. My wife bent over to pick up the parchment.“Mike, you want to tell me something?” she asked as she looked at the writing on the note. “Are you seeing someone on the side I should know about?”“I wish.” I grunted.“Merry Christmas. Share this with the love of your life, to grant your Christmas wish, but be alone. Mrs. Clause.” My wife read. “Who the hell is Mrs. Clause? My wife asked me angrily. "Some new woman I don’t know about?”“Shit honey. You know you’re the only woman in my life. Honestly, I thought it was from you. We trade Santa presents all the time. I just thought it was from you.”“Not me. I didn’t give you a cookie. Hell, I don’t even recognize the writing. Who writes like this anyway?” My wife asked as Linda pulled the note from my wife’s hand to read it.“Looks like an invitation to play.” Linda said with a grin. “Someone wants your husband's goodies.”“Yeah. right. Who’d want an aging old man?”“I dunno. I might. Not that I’ve seen what he has to offer, but I can tell you that bulge in his pants is pretty inviting.”Both my wife and I looked down at my crotch. “Shit.” I grunted in surprise at how far my shorts were tented out as my mostly hard cock tried to stand erect, but instead just pushed the front and part of the right leg of my shorts out until the material was taut, trapping it bent over. My cock was so hard and long that my engorged mushroom head poked out the end of the leg hole suggestively.“Jesus Mike!” My wife snapped. “Really? Is that all you think about? Sex?” She slammed the box on the counter and stormed off toward the bedroom.“Hey! Nancy, If you don’t want it, I’ll take it!” Linda called down the hall toward my retreating wife. She looked down at my crotch and grinned. She stepped closer, tossing the note onto the counter and then reached down toward my bulging shorts. I felt her fingers stroke up and down my material covered shaft a few times and then stroke over my exposed bare head. “Umm. I bet this would feel good inside me. Spreading me? Oh yeah. I’m sure it would.”Linda whispered as she teased my phallic head a few more moments. I felt her hand slide up and her other hand join it, one on each of my hips, reaching for the elastic waistband of my shorts. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind at all if you put that someplace hot and warm and wet,” She whispered to me as she pushed my shorts down over my hips and ass. She started to squat down in front of me, while I stood there, not moving, letting her push my shorts down my body, slowly forcing them down over my hard cock until it popped out and stood pointing up at her face.“Mike, you're thicker than the flagpole on my front porch!”I felt like I shouldn’t be doing what I was, but at the same time, I wanted her to. I wanted her to see me and touch me. I wanted her to want me.“Oh shit yes,” I groaned as her hand closed around my hard shaft. I looked down at her as she gently licked up the bottom of my cock until her tongue reached my mushroom head. She seemed to know exactly how and where to tease her tongue, making me groan in pleasure again, moments before she closed her lips around my leaking cock head. “I forgot how great this can be!” I admitted to the neighbor hottie kneeling in our kitchen.“Hmm.” She moaned, making my cock vibrate slightly as she began to stroke her mouth and hand up and down my shaft. It’d been years since anyone had done what she was doing, and all I could do was to stand there and let her do it.“Shit! Linda!” I heard Nancy say from behind me. “What are you doing?”“Sucking his incredible cock. God I don’t believe you don’t still do this for him. It tastes so damn good!” Linda said huskily from where she knelt in front of me. “You should get down here and help me. I think he’s going to come for me, the way it feels.”“Mike? You’re going to just let her suck your cock?”“Oh damn.” I groaned as she went back to sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her tongue teasing under my engorged head with each stroke. “Fuck she’s good at this.”Linda was now standing, but bent over. Her left hand frigging herself inside her red yoga pants, while her right hand cupped my dangling balls. Her head tilted to accommodate my cock's descent into her throat.“Mike!” My wife said quietly, the look on her face one of, what? Disappointment? Surprise? Betrayal? I wasn’t really sure. She stood and stared at Linda sucking me, drawing me ever closer to orgasm. “Mike?” She asked in a squeaky whisper. “Is this what you want? Sex with another woman?”Linda's right hand now squeezed the base of my shaft and squeezed tight. My prostate pressure was throwing me into a dizzy haze. She looked up into my eyes and smiled, then opened wide. With my cock head just outside her open mouth, she relaxed her grip on my shaft and the volcano erupted.“Oh fuck.” I grunted as my body spasmed. I could feel my cum lancing out into Linda’s mouth, shot after shot pumping into her as my body jerked and trembled. I stood there, my stomach tensing and my hips trying to push toward her with each new surge of cum. I didn’t realize I could come that much, finally standing there, panting, after at least a dozen powerful shots of cum.Linda pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me. She opened her mouth to show me the tremendous load of cum I’d deposited in her mouth, an amount more reminiscent of my more youthful days. She closed her mouth and smiled before opening it again so show not only me, but Nancy, that she had swallowed the whole load.“Oh god, Linda? You swallowed it?”“Oh fuck yes,” she said as she stood up. “God I’m so fucking horny.” She started to push her yoga pants down, her fingers taking her panties along with them, forcing the stretchy material down over her ass and hips, down her thighs, almost to her knees. I’d seen her in some one piece swim suits before, but I’d never seen her anything close to naked. She had full round outer lips with a significant amount of inner labia exposed, pressed to her full round twat. Her bush spread from her mound, down between her legs, covering much of her cunt. She pushed her pants all the way to her knees and then slid her hands tantalizing up her thighs, slipping to the inside of each thigh before gently stro

An aging couple gets a surprise gift from Mrs. Claus.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I could hear Nancy, my wife, clinking the dishes in the kitchen as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was Christmas eve morning, and she was up and about before six. That meant only one thing as far as I was concerned, no Christmas sex this year, again. Not with the kids showing up this afternoon. I’ve found myself thinking back to the early years a lot more lately. You’d think that in my sixties, sex wouldn’t be a big deal anymore, but instead it seemed like my tolerance for her lack of desire or output was lower instead of better.I closed my eyes again and thought back to our first Christmas together as man and wife. It was a small tree, and there weren’t many presents around it, but we gave each other the best present in the world that Christmas night. We made love under the tree, not once, but multiple times. Nine months later our first daughter was born. All through our dating time she was sexually playful and we would have sex many ways and in lots of places. She never seemed bashful when she undressed for me, exposing her incredibly beautiful body. Hell, I never would have even tried to ask her out on a date if I hadn’t accidently spilled my drink all over her at McDonalds. She was way out of my class. She looked more like playboy model material than someone interested in a somewhat geeky college freshman.To my surprise, she demanded that I take her out to make up for spilling the soda all over her. So I did. And again, and again. After half a dozen dates, I built up enough nerve to suggest we mess around while we were walking in the dark through the local park. She readily agreed and the two of us made love for the first time on a picnic table in the middle of a public park. It was the first of many times we made love, in private, in semi-public areas, in the river, in the lake, well, you get the idea. She was willing to do it anywhere I felt comfortable doing it with her. She never seemed to be able to get enough of our intimacy. And it was so much more than just sex. You could see it in her eyes. She loved what I was doing with her and she loved watching me climax along with her. It became almost a game with her, to hold it as long as possible before letting herself tumble over the edge, taking me with her. But it was for me, and only me. Once we started dating there was no one else, not even close male friends that would hug or anything. It wasn’t until I proposed that I learned I was the first man to have her that way.We got married less than a year after spilling that soda on her, and we made love the first time as man and wife in the hot tub on the balcony of the bridal suite. Not one time, but twice before we finally tumbled into bed, exhausted from the day's activities. The next months were fantastic. She seemed to delight in teasing me, skimpy or no underwear with short skirts, sexy lingerie, sometimes wearing things without a bra so her big 32 D tits would wiggle enticingly. Our first Christmas found her under the tree in a red see through negligee, a gift tag tied to the crotch of her see through panties that read “definitely open before Christmas!” We made love under that tree and we loved each other. Over the next months, her belly grew, but her desire for me didn’t change. If anything, it increased. It was almost as if being pregnant enhanced her sexual desire. And I wasn’t going to argue. She always whispered how much she loved me and how much making love with me made her feel loved.It wasn’t a surprise when sex drew to a sudden halt after Tabitha was born. I could understand it. I waited patiently, and some of the sex returned, but not nearly what it had been before. We had to plan when we had sex so we didn’t wake Mikey, interrupting us. A year later we had Julie, and sex became even less frequent. After Mandy, well, sex just didn’t seem to happen anymore. It was frustrating, but I always looked ahead and said that once the girls were grown and out of the house things would get better.College came for our sons, and we were empty nesters, but the long skirts, heavy duty bras to hold her now thirty eight triple D’s in place, and the granny panties appeared to be the future. Sex was maybe once or twice a month, if I was lucky, always in the bedroom and always the same way. It was, to say the least, depressing to see what my life had become. I was married to the most beautiful woman in town, maybe the state, and I barely got to even see her naked any more unless we shared a shower. Now here we were, twenty years past the girls moving out on their own and I was more depressed about our sex life than I could remember. I lay dreaming back to that first Christmas, picturing her lying under the tree in that see through red mesh, her legs spread, her body illuminated only by the blinking lights of the tree, looking so damn sexy and inviting. I could still feel in my mind the sensations of sliding my hard-on into her and hear her moans of pleasure as she begged me to fuck her over and over again.I could feel my hard-on inside my sleep shorts growing, my hand moving to it as I remembered the image of her tits bouncing inside the sheer material before she rolled me over to sit on top of me. I stroked my hard shaft, pretending it was her hot wet cunt again, her big tits now bouncing wildly on her chest, the sheer material pushed apart by her flying tits. My mind could still remember how she felt around me as she pounded down on me with abandon until she made me come deep inside her. I grunted and felt my cock surge cum onto my stomach, remembering that day and wishing for those days again. I knew in my heart it was a useless wish. Nothing was going to change, but I still couldn’t help but wish it none the less. I tossed back the covers, pushed the sleep shorts the rest of the way off and headed to the shower to rinse off the evidence of my desire.After ChristmasIt had been a good Christmas. I loved having the kids and their families over, this year with the first of our grandchildren as well. It was midmorning, the day after Christmas, and I was moving around the tree, picking up the odds and ends wrapping paper that had gotten left behind and putting my Christmas presents away in the shop, or wherever else was a suitable home. The tree had been inundated with presents, as usual, stacked so high that only the top two thirds of the tree were visible. Both of us enjoyed giving presents to the kids and their spouses. My wife spent hours picking just the right things for all of them. Christmas was probably the best season of the year, at least I felt so. Though each year it became harder and harder not to think back to that first Christmas. No, I wasn’t going to change wives. I loved Nancy more than anything else in my life, though the kids would be a darn tough second.No, I was resigned to my life of near celibacy, at least compared to how my life with her had started.To make matters worse, my wife and the neighborhood ladies were all fitness-minded. They keep up a daily routine of evening walks and morning yoga. This means I wake up to a beautiful display of curvy bodies in the living room or back patio, adorned in the hottest yoga pants, leotards, or swimsuits. Good luck hiding your morning wood with multiple ladies watching.I tucked things away and I was about to call it done, when I noticed a small package sticking out from under the tree skirt. “uh oh.” I mumbled, “someone didn’t get a present.” I pulled the oddly wrapped package from under the skirt and looked at it. About six inches square and maybe an inch thick. I didn’t recognize the paper. It was a deep burgundy with some kind of fuzzy pattern on it and a bow that looked to be made of silk lace. It had a small tag which I turned over. “To Mike, from Mrs. Clause.”I chuckled. My wife and I often traded packages from Santa. I was surprised that she didn’t catch one of mine was missing. I gently slipped the bow and ribbon off the corners and gently unwrapped the paper. It was almost like foil paper with that interesting soft texture. It had to be expensive paper. I opened the box and inside was a single heart shaped cookie, white frosted with red sugar dusted over it. Under I could see a small parchment paper. I slipped it out. The parchment looked and felt ancient, but clearly couldn’t be or it would fall apart. The writing was in a looping feminine script.“Merry Christmas. Share this with the love of your life, to grant your Christmas wish, but be alone.” Mrs. Clause.I looked it over, front and back, but there were no other clues. Maybe this was my wife’s way of trying to start something? We hadn’t had any sex over Christmas yet, so maybe this was her way of giving me a present she knew I would enjoy. I grinned at the thought. I could play that game. I headed to the bedroom and took off my underwear so I was wearing only my thin nylon workout shorts. That should make things easier. I took the cookie from the box and opened the plastic wrapper. Setting the unwrapped cookie back in the box, I went to find her. Now was as good a time as any. I found her in the kitchen, putting dinner into the crockpot. I stepped behind her and gently kissed her neck. Breaking the cookie, I reached around her, pressing my already growing hard-on against her ass crack. I whispered. “I have something for you.” I held the piece of cookie out in front of her mouth for her to take the bite.“What’s that?” she asked, her hands unable to do anything as she held the chicken breasts. I slipped the portion of cookie into her mouth before she could object any further. “Oh my god! That is so good!” she moaned, almost orgasmic as she chewed the cookie slowly.“Knock knock!” I heard from the garage door as Linda, our neighbor called as she walked in. “Anyone home?”“In here!” My wife called, dropping the chicken into the crockpot and moving away from me to wash her hands.I scowled at the interruption, feeling my hope of what was to come, fade away in an instant. This seemed to be the story of my life. Just when I thought I had her interest, something interrupts and the “mood” never seems to come back. Linda wasn’t a bad looking woman. Not nearly as hot and sexy as my wife, but then not many women are, even at sixty three. Linda is slender, early fifties, modest sized chest, half a foot shorter than my six foot, and divorced for the last three years.“Now, where did you get that?” My wife asked, as she turned to face me, wiping her hands on a small towel, while Linda stepped into the kitchen.“From you.” I answered, feeling a little confused. “It was under the tree with a tag for me.”“I didn’t give you a cookie,” my wife said with a frown. “You have a secret girlfriend giving you things?” She continued as she took the box from me. She snapped off another piece of the cookie and ate it, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan. “Oh god this is so good.”“What is?” Linda asked as she stepped over.“This cookie. Try this. It’s the most exquisite taste!” My wife said as she snapped off a piece of the cookie and held it out to Linda.“Oh damn!” Linda groaned after she popped the piece of cookie in her mouth, chewing it so slowly, clearly savoring each moment.“Here hon. Taste this.” My wife whispered, holding a piece of the cookie out for me. I opened my mouth and let her slip the cookie piece into my mouth.It was an incredibly unusual taste. Almost like, well, almost like… Oh shit! I knew exactly what it tasted like now. It tasted exactly like Nancy’s cunt when I make her climax on my tongue.“God, Linda. Have you ever tasted anything so incredible?”“No. I haven’t. It’s incredible.” She whispered as she reached for another piece of the quickly disappearing cookie. She slipped another small piece into her mouth as my wife took the last piece and at it. The two of them moaned almost in unison as they closed their eyes and chewed the last of the cookie. “Damn, is it hot in here?” Linda asked, fanning herself with her hands as she swallowed the last of the cookie. “Where did you get that?”Nancy turned to look at me again. “Mike said it was under the tree.”“It was,” I said, taking the box back from my wife. I turned it over to show her the tag on the ribbon, still partly attached to the box. The parchment fell out of the box and fluttered to the floor. My wife bent over to pick up the parchment.“Mike, you want to tell me something?” she asked as she looked at the writing on the note. “Are you seeing someone on the side I should know about?”“I wish.” I grunted.“Merry Christmas. Share this with the love of your life, to grant your Christmas wish, but be alone. Mrs. Clause.” My wife read. “Who the hell is Mrs. Clause? My wife asked me angrily. "Some new woman I don’t know about?”“Shit honey. You know you’re the only woman in my life. Honestly, I thought it was from you. We trade Santa presents all the time. I just thought it was from you.”“Not me. I didn’t give you a cookie. Hell, I don’t even recognize the writing. Who writes like this anyway?” My wife asked as Linda pulled the note from my wife’s hand to read it.“Looks like an invitation to play.” Linda said with a grin. “Someone wants your husband's goodies.”“Yeah. right. Who’d want an aging old man?”“I dunno. I might. Not that I’ve seen what he has to offer, but I can tell you that bulge in his pants is pretty inviting.”Both my wife and I looked down at my crotch. “Shit.” I grunted in surprise at how far my shorts were tented out as my mostly hard cock tried to stand erect, but instead just pushed the front and part of the right leg of my shorts out until the material was taut, trapping it bent over. My cock was so hard and long that my engorged mushroom head poked out the end of the leg hole suggestively.“Jesus Mike!” My wife snapped. “Really? Is that all you think about? Sex?” She slammed the box on the counter and stormed off toward the bedroom.“Hey! Nancy, If you don’t want it, I’ll take it!” Linda called down the hall toward my retreating wife. She looked down at my crotch and grinned. She stepped closer, tossing the note onto the counter and then reached down toward my bulging shorts. I felt her fingers stroke up and down my material covered shaft a few times and then stroke over my exposed bare head. “Umm. I bet this would feel good inside me. Spreading me? Oh yeah. I’m sure it would.”Linda whispered as she teased my phallic head a few more moments. I felt her hand slide up and her other hand join it, one on each of my hips, reaching for the elastic waistband of my shorts. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind at all if you put that someplace hot and warm and wet,” She whispered to me as she pushed my shorts down over my hips and ass. She started to squat down in front of me, while I stood there, not moving, letting her push my shorts down my body, slowly forcing them down over my hard cock until it popped out and stood pointing up at her face.“Mike, you're thicker than the flagpole on my front porch!”I felt like I shouldn’t be doing what I was, but at the same time, I wanted her to. I wanted her to see me and touch me. I wanted her to want me.“Oh shit yes,” I groaned as her hand closed around my hard shaft. I looked down at her as she gently licked up the bottom of my cock until her tongue reached my mushroom head. She seemed to know exactly how and where to tease her tongue, making me groan in pleasure again, moments before she closed her lips around my leaking cock head. “I forgot how great this can be!” I admitted to the neighbor hottie kneeling in our kitchen.“Hmm.” She moaned, making my cock vibrate slightly as she began to stroke her mouth and hand up and down my shaft. It’d been years since anyone had done what she was doing, and all I could do was to stand there and let her do it.“Shit! Linda!” I heard Nancy say from behind me. “What are you doing?”“Sucking his incredible cock. God I don’t believe you don’t still do this for him. It tastes so damn good!” Linda said huskily from where she knelt in front of me. “You should get down here and help me. I think he’s going to come for me, the way it feels.”“Mike? You’re going to just let her suck your cock?”“Oh damn.” I groaned as she went back to sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her tongue teasing under my engorged head with each stroke. “Fuck she’s good at this.”Linda was now standing, but bent over. Her left hand frigging herself inside her red yoga pants, while her right hand cupped my dangling balls. Her head tilted to accommodate my cock's descent into her throat.“Mike!” My wife said quietly, the look on her face one of, what? Disappointment? Surprise? Betrayal? I wasn’t really sure. She stood and stared at Linda sucking me, drawing me ever closer to orgasm. “Mike?” She asked in a squeaky whisper. “Is this what you want? Sex with another woman?”Linda's right hand now squeezed the base of my shaft and squeezed tight. My prostate pressure was throwing me into a dizzy haze. She looked up into my eyes and smiled, then opened wide. With my cock head just outside her open mouth, she relaxed her grip on my shaft and the volcano erupted.“Oh fuck.” I grunted as my body spasmed. I could feel my cum lancing out into Linda’s mouth, shot after shot pumping into her as my body jerked and trembled. I stood there, my stomach tensing and my hips trying to push toward her with each new surge of cum. I didn’t realize I could come that much, finally standing there, panting, after at least a dozen powerful shots of cum.Linda pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me. She opened her mouth to show me the tremendous load of cum I’d deposited in her mouth, an amount more reminiscent of my more youthful days. She closed her mouth and smiled before opening it again so show not only me, but Nancy, that she had swallowed the whole load.“Oh god, Linda? You swallowed it?”“Oh fuck yes,” she said as she stood up. “God I’m so fucking horny.” She started to push her yoga pants down, her fingers taking her panties along with them, forcing the stretchy material down over her ass and hips, down her thighs, almost to her knees. I’d seen her in some one piece swim suits before, but I’d never seen her anything close to naked. She had full round outer lips with a significant amount of inner labia exposed, pressed to her full round twat. Her bush spread from her mound, down between her legs, covering much of her cunt. She pushed her pants all the way to her knees and then slid her hands tantalizing up her thighs, slipping to the inside of each thigh before gently stro

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Hot female boss gives man the “okay’ to fulfill his desires.by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray’s Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.  He'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully."The same?” he asked.“Yea,” Evan nodded.  Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter.   Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible “do not touch” aura about her. He needed the job so he didn’t touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat.“Ready for another one?” he asked.“Not yet,” Evan began. “Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?”The bartender chuckled, “I don’t know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I’m working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it’s all a trap.”“I guess,” Evan sighed.“So who is she?”“My boss,” Evan moaned.“Damn son, you know how to pick them,” Rocky exclaimed.“Yea, like I had a choice. I don’t know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by.”“Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job.”“If I tell her how I feel, I’ll have to get another job,” Evan said. “I’ll take that beer now.”Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one.“You want to start a tab?” Rocky asked.“No,” Evan replied.“Ok, but it could be a long night,” Rocky said. “It doesn’t look like the rain isn’t letting up any.”“I want to be sober when I leave,” Evan replied.After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn’t stopped, but Evan didn’t care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss’s car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window.“My car won’t start,” his boss said.I don’t have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. “Did you call the tow truck?” he asked.“Yes, but they won’t get here for a couple of hours,” she replied.“My place is just up the road. Why don’t you get in and we can wait there.”Half expecting her to say she’d rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left.“I’m so glad you stopped,” she said wiping her brow.“No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway.”“You’re always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna,” she replied.“Ok Jenna. Then we’re off to my place.” He couldn’t believe she said that.Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door.“Oh you have a balcony,” Jenna said. “You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room.”He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her.“Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?” he asked.“Wine would be fine,” she said as she sat on the sofa.Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn’t ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa.“So what were you doing out so late?” he asked.“Working as usual,” she replied. “It seems that’s all I do.”“I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you,” he prodded.“I wish,” she replied then turned to him. “Do you have someone?”“Nope! I guess I haven’t found the right one,” he lied.There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly.“I’ve seen you looking at me,” she said. “Do you think that I might be the right one?”Evan’s heart sank. Busted!“You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?”“And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that,” she replied.The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself.“But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn’t work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job.”Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass.“What if I told you; that you wouldn’t lose your job, no matter what happened?”“Oh shit,” he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult.Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, “Have you thought about being with me?” Jenna asked.Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; “Well, um yes. Yes, I have.”Jenna smiled, “That’s good to know, because I’ve thought about doing it with you about a hundred times.”Evan’s cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt.“Glad we agree on that,” Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. “So where does that put us now?”“Well,” Jenna began. “Don’t you think we probably should do something about it?”Evan’s cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. “Yes!”, he exclaimed.He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress.As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties.“Hot chocolate with whipped cream,” he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress.“I’m glad that you like it,” she whispered, coming towards him.He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them.“Not shaved?” he said smiling.“I like it natural,” she said.“Me too,” he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers.“ Umm ,” she cooed. “Let me stroke you more.” Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the precum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. “Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted”She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The precum dripping over her belly.Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs.“I need it in me,” she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement.Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion.“You need to finish this,” she cooed. “I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum.”Wild with passion, Evan kneeled on the bed and spread her legs with his own.“If you want it deep,” he said in a raspy voice. “Then roll over.”She smiled up at him, “Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that.”Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds.“Yes!” Jenna cried. “Deeper! Go Deeper!”Evan didn’t hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna’s pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more.“Keep going,” she cried. “I’m almost there. Keep fucking me.”Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out.“I’m cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!” she commanded.Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold.“You got it all baby,” he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her.Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna’s phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back.“It must be about my car,” she murmured.Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, “Timing is everything.”She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him.“Was it the tow truck?” he asked.“Yes. They’re going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat.”“You left your keys in the car” Evan asked.“Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?” She asked.He chuckled to himself, “You had this all planned.”She leaned over and kissed him, “I’m not the boss for nothing.”The next day at work, Evan waited impatiently for Jenna to arrive. His office was near a window and he could see when her car pulled into the parking lot. A car did pull into her spot and Evan knew it was a rental, because her own car was in the garage. He watched her get out of the car and head towards the office building. Now came the awkward part. How would they act? How would she treat him? She said she wouldn’t fire him, but what if she had a change of heart and kicked him to the curb? He wouldn’t know until he saw her walk through the door and past the glass windows of his office. He took a gulp of his coffee and nearly choked on it with anticipation. His nerves were on high alert and his heart thumped in his chest as the main door opened and Jenna walked in with an air of business and sensuality at the same time. She wore a black fitted suit and black heels. Her hair was perfectly combed and draped over her shoulders. Her smile was so inviting that it made him want jump out of his chair and rush to her, but he didn’t because it would ruin everything.She nodded to him and he could feel his cock jump in his pants and when she walked by, her cadence made him groan as he adjusted his chair position to accommodate his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants.“Hot. Hot…..Hot. Hot chocolot,” he murmured as his voice mimicked the sound of her footsteps, “with whipped cream and other delights.”And as if she heard him, she turned, flipped her hair away from her face, pursed her lips and gave him an air kiss.Nope. I don’t think I’m getting fired.She walked by and into the main office closing the door behind her. Another day had started and it was going to be a long one. Evan drained his coffee and sat back in his chair. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. How was he was supposed to work when all he could think of was grabbing her, clearing off her desk, and throwing her on it to fuck her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yep, it was going to be a long day.In fact, it was an arduous day. There were meetings and Evan had to sit there and watch Jenna as she conducted outlines and pointed out the objectives for the next month and what it would take to meet financial goals. Yes, he sat there and what she said went into one ear and out the other all the while he was undressing her in his mind. Shit! He had a hard on again and he shifted to relieve the pressure.At lunch, he wanted to ask her to eat with him, but decided against it. Everyone would see and either think that he was sucking up to her for a raise or they were romantically involved. It would be awkward and uncomfortable so he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria downstairs and sat down with a couple of buddies from the offices next to him. That’s when Jenna walked in and stood in line at the counter and ordered her lunch.“Damn! That woman looks fine,” said Chuck, the office accountant.Evan tried not to notice.“Yea, I thought of doing her myself, but she might have someone,” said Dave from Receiving.Evan had the sudden desire to punch his friend in the face.“I bet she’s good in bed,” said Chuck, “You can’t look that good and not know how to fuck.”Evan shoved the rest of his roast beef sandwich into his mouth.“You’re not saying much,” said Dave, “You can’t tell me you never thought of doing her.”Evan’s ego wanted to tell them all about their encounter, but if they knew and Jenna found out, he could see himself being kicked in the ass with a pointed black high heel right out the door. He couldn’t risk it.“She’s all right,” he managed to say.“She’s more than all right. You know, I might give it a shot anyway and ask her out,” said Dave.Evan could feel his temperature rise and his face grow red.“I wouldn’t do that. Could cost you,” he began, “Jobs are hard to find for a one night stand.”Dave backed off, “You’re probably right. I can’t take the chance.”“Ok, I got to get back to work. Got to make some phone calls,” Evan said as he finished his sandwich.“What’s the hurry?” Chuck grinned, “Talking about the boss got you excited?"I got better things to do than ogle the boss,” Evan mumbled.“I think you got a thing for her,” Dave said.“No! I just want to keep my job. That’s all,” Evan quipped.“We all want to bang her and we all know she’s the boss.”“Just remember that,” Evan said as he rose from his chair, “I gotta go.”Evan could feel himself getting angrier. He stormed out the cafeteria and headed back to his office. This was ridiculous. He had no right to feel possessive. Jenna could do what she wanted. He had no hold on her. He entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had to stop obsessing over her. He sat down in his chair and threw open a folder on his desk. Work. That’s what he needed to do. Work!The afternoon was cruelling, but he forced himself to focus on his work and by the end of the afternoon he had calmed enough so

Hot female boss gives man the “okay’ to fulfill his desires.by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray’s Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.  He'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully."The same?” he asked.“Yea,” Evan nodded.  Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter.   Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible “do not touch” aura about her. He needed the job so he didn’t touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat.“Ready for another one?” he asked.“Not yet,” Evan began. “Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?”The bartender chuckled, “I don’t know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I’m working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it’s all a trap.”“I guess,” Evan sighed.“So who is she?”“My boss,” Evan moaned.“Damn son, you know how to pick them,” Rocky exclaimed.“Yea, like I had a choice. I don’t know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by.”“Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job.”“If I tell her how I feel, I’ll have to get another job,” Evan said. “I’ll take that beer now.”Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one.“You want to start a tab?” Rocky asked.“No,” Evan replied.“Ok, but it could be a long night,” Rocky said. “It doesn’t look like the rain isn’t letting up any.”“I want to be sober when I leave,” Evan replied.After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn’t stopped, but Evan didn’t care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss’s car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window.“My car won’t start,” his boss said.I don’t have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. “Did you call the tow truck?” he asked.“Yes, but they won’t get here for a couple of hours,” she replied.“My place is just up the road. Why don’t you get in and we can wait there.”Half expecting her to say she’d rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left.“I’m so glad you stopped,” she said wiping her brow.“No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway.”“You’re always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna,” she replied.“Ok Jenna. Then we’re off to my place.” He couldn’t believe she said that.Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door.“Oh you have a balcony,” Jenna said. “You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room.”He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her.“Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?” he asked.“Wine would be fine,” she said as she sat on the sofa.Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn’t ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa.“So what were you doing out so late?” he asked.“Working as usual,” she replied. “It seems that’s all I do.”“I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you,” he prodded.“I wish,” she replied then turned to him. “Do you have someone?”“Nope! I guess I haven’t found the right one,” he lied.There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly.“I’ve seen you looking at me,” she said. “Do you think that I might be the right one?”Evan’s heart sank. Busted!“You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?”“And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that,” she replied.The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself.“But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn’t work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job.”Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass.“What if I told you; that you wouldn’t lose your job, no matter what happened?”“Oh shit,” he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult.Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, “Have you thought about being with me?” Jenna asked.Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; “Well, um yes. Yes, I have.”Jenna smiled, “That’s good to know, because I’ve thought about doing it with you about a hundred times.”Evan’s cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt.“Glad we agree on that,” Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. “So where does that put us now?”“Well,” Jenna began. “Don’t you think we probably should do something about it?”Evan’s cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. “Yes!”, he exclaimed.He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress.As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties.“Hot chocolate with whipped cream,” he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress.“I’m glad that you like it,” she whispered, coming towards him.He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them.“Not shaved?” he said smiling.“I like it natural,” she said.“Me too,” he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers.“ Umm ,” she cooed. “Let me stroke you more.” Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the precum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. “Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted”She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The precum dripping over her belly.Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs.“I need it in me,” she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement.Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion.“You need to finish this,” she cooed. “I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum.”Wild with passion, Evan kneeled on the bed and spread her legs with his own.“If you want it deep,” he said in a raspy voice. “Then roll over.”She smiled up at him, “Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that.”Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds.“Yes!” Jenna cried. “Deeper! Go Deeper!”Evan didn’t hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna’s pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more.“Keep going,” she cried. “I’m almost there. Keep fucking me.”Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out.“I’m cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!” she commanded.Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold.“You got it all baby,” he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her.Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna’s phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back.“It must be about my car,” she murmured.Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, “Timing is everything.”She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him.“Was it the tow truck?” he asked.“Yes. They’re going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat.”“You left your keys in the car” Evan asked.“Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?” She asked.He chuckled to himself, “You had this all planned.”She leaned over and kissed him, “I’m not the boss for nothing.”The next day at work, Evan waited impatiently for Jenna to arrive. His office was near a window and he could see when her car pulled into the parking lot. A car did pull into her spot and Evan knew it was a rental, because her own car was in the garage. He watched her get out of the car and head towards the office building. Now came the awkward part. How would they act? How would she treat him? She said she wouldn’t fire him, but what if she had a change of heart and kicked him to the curb? He wouldn’t know until he saw her walk through the door and past the glass windows of his office. He took a gulp of his coffee and nearly choked on it with anticipation. His nerves were on high alert and his heart thumped in his chest as the main door opened and Jenna walked in with an air of business and sensuality at the same time. She wore a black fitted suit and black heels. Her hair was perfectly combed and draped over her shoulders. Her smile was so inviting that it made him want jump out of his chair and rush to her, but he didn’t because it would ruin everything.She nodded to him and he could feel his cock jump in his pants and when she walked by, her cadence made him groan as he adjusted his chair position to accommodate his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants.“Hot. Hot…..Hot. Hot chocolot,” he murmured as his voice mimicked the sound of her footsteps, “with whipped cream and other delights.”And as if she heard him, she turned, flipped her hair away from her face, pursed her lips and gave him an air kiss.Nope. I don’t think I’m getting fired.She walked by and into the main office closing the door behind her. Another day had started and it was going to be a long one. Evan drained his coffee and sat back in his chair. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. How was he was supposed to work when all he could think of was grabbing her, clearing off her desk, and throwing her on it to fuck her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yep, it was going to be a long day.In fact, it was an arduous day. There were meetings and Evan had to sit there and watch Jenna as she conducted outlines and pointed out the objectives for the next month and what it would take to meet financial goals. Yes, he sat there and what she said went into one ear and out the other all the while he was undressing her in his mind. Shit! He had a hard on again and he shifted to relieve the pressure.At lunch, he wanted to ask her to eat with him, but decided against it. Everyone would see and either think that he was sucking up to her for a raise or they were romantically involved. It would be awkward and uncomfortable so he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria downstairs and sat down with a couple of buddies from the offices next to him. That’s when Jenna walked in and stood in line at the counter and ordered her lunch.“Damn! That woman looks fine,” said Chuck, the office accountant.Evan tried not to notice.“Yea, I thought of doing her myself, but she might have someone,” said Dave from Receiving.Evan had the sudden desire to punch his friend in the face.“I bet she’s good in bed,” said Chuck, “You can’t look that good and not know how to fuck.”Evan shoved the rest of his roast beef sandwich into his mouth.“You’re not saying much,” said Dave, “You can’t tell me you never thought of doing her.”Evan’s ego wanted to tell them all about their encounter, but if they knew and Jenna found out, he could see himself being kicked in the ass with a pointed black high heel right out the door. He couldn’t risk it.“She’s all right,” he managed to say.“She’s more than all right. You know, I might give it a shot anyway and ask her out,” said Dave.Evan could feel his temperature rise and his face grow red.“I wouldn’t do that. Could cost you,” he began, “Jobs are hard to find for a one night stand.”Dave backed off, “You’re probably right. I can’t take the chance.”“Ok, I got to get back to work. Got to make some phone calls,” Evan said as he finished his sandwich.“What’s the hurry?” Chuck grinned, “Talking about the boss got you excited?"I got better things to do than ogle the boss,” Evan mumbled.“I think you got a thing for her,” Dave said.“No! I just want to keep my job. That’s all,” Evan quipped.“We all want to bang her and we all know she’s the boss.”“Just remember that,” Evan said as he rose from his chair, “I gotta go.”Evan could feel himself getting angrier. He stormed out the cafeteria and headed back to his office. This was ridiculous. He had no right to feel possessive. Jenna could do what she wanted. He had no hold on her. He entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had to stop obsessing over her. He sat down in his chair and threw open a folder on his desk. Work. That’s what he needed to do. Work!The afternoon was cruelling, but he forced himself to focus on his work and by the end of the afternoon he had calmed enough so

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This episode of ASAE Technology Professional Advisory Council (TPAC) explores why AI momentum is stalling across associations — and why the root cause isn't technology, but hesitation. Rather than focusing on tools or platforms, this conversation digs into the human, strategic, and governance conversations leaders often avoid, including staffing impacts, data privacy, bias, board readiness, and risk tolerance. Hosted by Laura Graham, Senior Solutions Consultant at Results Direct, this episode features 2 of the authors of The Association Leader's Practical Guide to AI Conversations That Matter  -Alex Mouw, Executive Advisor for Nonprofits at Amazon Web Services and Chair of the ASAE Technology Council, alongside Tori Miller-Liu, President and CEO of Association for Intelligent Information Management. Together, they share practical guidance for association leaders looking to move forward with AI — without waiting for perfect answers or unanimous agreement. This podcast is part of a series hosted by the ASAE Technology Professionals Advisory Council. Follow TPAC on LinkedIn for more conversations like this: https://www.linkedin.com/company/asae-tpac/ Laura Graham, AAiP: https://www.linkedin.com/in/laura-johnson-graham/  Alex Mouw, CAE: https://www.linkedin.com/in/alexandra-mouw-cae/ Tori Miller Liu, MBA, FASAE, CAE, CIP: https://www.linkedin.com/in/torimillerliu/   Artificial Intelligence (AI) was used in the editing of the podcast to remove "Umm"s and "Ahh"s, but all content was created by people! 

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Finally connecting with a high-school friend.By outdoorhorny. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.“Wow; you’re quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me.“Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice.“I’m sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!”“No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.”“Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!”I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?”She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.“Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.”I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.“Des,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn’t help but look at you!”A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.“Does that mean you didn’t think I was beautiful before?”“Oh, no, not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?“So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?”At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn’t stop myself.“Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly.I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.“So it wasn’t just because I’m all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.“Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you.”“I can see why you’re such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den.She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree’s party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother’s training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn’t he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?”“Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.“Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door.Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.“I’m sorry; I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”“No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It’s your mom; she’s just a little, ”“I know. I’m sorry. But she was right about one thing, ”“You Are very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.“Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I’ve always thought so, it’s just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, ” My words trailed off.“Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.“How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly.Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.“I’ve got to help my mom,” she said apologetically.“I’ve got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don’t want to go, though, ”“I know, I don’t want you to go!”Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we’ll have to finish this some other time,” she said.“Yeah, definitely!” I said urgently.“Come back tomorrow if it doesn’t snow,” she said quietly.She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des’s house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree’s dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.“Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.“Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, ”“You’re disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!”“Not when you’re here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.“Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath.“Parents?” I asked.“Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile.“Good!” I said fervently. “Let’s go!”She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.“You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.“This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom, ”“Don’t start. I was just being nice, but I’m glad you noticed me, finally!”“I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on.”“Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance.“So now, ” she began.“Now I’m all yours!” I told her with my best smile.“Good. I want to show you something!”I nodded and told her “Anything you want!”Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.“After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.”She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.“I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed, ”Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.“And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, ”I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.“I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.“Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.”Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.“Show me, ” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!”Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.“Sometimes, ” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?”“God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.“I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you’re doing it now!”“What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.“I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said.“Umm, I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile.Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren’t wearing all those clothes!”As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her!When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.“What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly.In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!&rdquo

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloUmm, Hello! Instagram: @UmmHelloPodUmm, Hello! TikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angeliconicmusicCooki TikTok: @angeliconicmusicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

Världen var fylld av tecken att tolka för 1600-talets människor. När ett barn föddes med missbildningar under 1600-talet sågs det inte främst som ett biologiskt fel – utan som ett budskap från Gud. På samma sätt som missväxt var ett tecken på människornas syndfullhet.Den moderna uppdelningen mellan natur och kultur, kropp och själ, eller individ och samhälle fanns inte – allt ingick i ett sammanhållet kosmiskt mönster. Individen var sin tilldelade roll inom sitt stånd och samhället var en kropp, där varje människa hade sin plats.I detta avsnitt av podden Historia Nu samtalar programledaren Urban Lindstedt med Karin Sennefelt, professor i historia och författare till boken Livet enligt 1600-talet (Natur & Kultur). Samtalet kretsar kring människors grundläggande livsvillkor i tidigmodernt Sverige – hur de förstod sig själva, sin plats i samhället och världen omkring dem.Visionärer som Lars Ekrot, som påstod sig ha sett Karl XI:s död och slottsbranden i Stockholm i sina syner under piprökning, togs på allvar. De betraktades inte automatiskt som galningar – utan som möjliga mottagare av gudomlig sanning.Naturen var inte neutral utan betraktades som ett språk: Guds bok. Åskväder var inte meteorologiska fenomen utan Guds röst. Svält, missväxt och kyla under lilla istiden tolkades som tecken på gudomlig vrede. Skogen var en plats av både faror och mirakel – där barn kunde räddas av "vita hundar" eller änglar, som bevis på Guds närvaro även i det vildaste landskap.Att förstå 1600-talets tankevärld är att bli främling i sin egen tid. Det påminner oss om att våra mest självklara föreställningar – om kropp, makt, individ och natur – är historiska konstruktioner. För 1600-talsmänniskan var världen inte något man förstod genom vetenskaplig objektivitet, utan genom tolkning. Naturens skiftningar, kroppens signaler och samhällets strukturer uppfattades som uttryck för Guds plan. Gud var närvarande i vardagen: han kunde sända blixtar som straff, låta barn dö för att påminna om synd, och tala genom drömmar eller syner.Ståndssamhället var organiserat som en kropp: kungen var huvudet, prästerna hjärtat, adeln armarna och bönderna benen. Hierarkierna var inte mänskliga konstruktioner, utan gudagivna ordningar. Att överskrida sin plats sågs som ett hot mot hela den kosmiska balansen. Samtidigt fanns viss social rörlighet, ofta genom något man kallade fortun – individens möjlighet att finna lycka. Officiellt sågs all framgång som ett uttryck för Guds vilja. Att vara "ärlig" innebar inte bara moralisk hederlighet, utan också flit och samhällsnytta.Identiteten var inte ett inre psykologiskt jag, utan något som manifesterades genom kläder, titlar och föremål. Ett ärvt lakan kunde vara bevis på kvinnlig dygd. Berättelsen om den falska lantgrevinnan i Karlskrona visar hur identitet kunde "bäras" – och avslöjas. När hon inte längre kunde försvara sin status blev ett ärr på kroppen hennes fall.Men vid 1700-talets början sker ett epistemologiskt brott. Kunskap börjar organiseras utifrån skillnad snarare än likhet. Religion, vetenskap och politik blir separata sfärer. Världsbilden fragmenteras.Kroppen betraktades både som ett förgängligt skal och ett heligt kärl för själen. Den styrdes av humoralpatologin, där de fyra kroppsvätskorna – blod, slem, gul och svart galla – måste hållas i balans. Obalanser sågs inte bara som sjukdom, utan som tecken på moraliskt eller andligt förfall.Bildtext: Landskap med figurer, cirka 1625–1635, tillskrivs Joos de Momper den yngre tillhörande Östergötlands museum Fotograf: Östergötlands museum. Licens: Public Domain, Digitalt muséumMålningen visar ett dramatiskt bergslandskap där tre vandrare tar paus vid en slingrande stig. Verket är ett exempel på 1600-talets flamländska landskapsmåleri, där naturens storhet kontrasteras mot människans litenhet.Musik: Claudio Monteverdi-Quel Augelin Che Cantaav, The Tudor Consort, CC BY 3.0, via Wikimedia CommonsKlippare: Emanuel Lehtonen Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Daily Dose of Hope February 13, 2026   Scripture: I Corinthians 16   Prayer:  Holy God, We come before you on this Friday with humility and gratefulness.  We praise your powerful name.  Thank you, so much, Lord, that you came to earth to dwell among us and show us a different way of being.  Help us to pay attention to your example.  Help us to be more loving and more merciful in all we do.  Help us to be even but a small reflection of you.  You are King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Thank you, Jesus.  Amen.   Welcome to the Daily Dose of Hope, the devotional and podcast that complements the New Hope daily Bible reading plan.  We have been journeying through the apostle Paul's pastoral letters in chronological order.  Today, we are finishing our fourth letter – I Corinthians. Our text is I Corinthians 16, the final chapter of this letter.  For the most part, Paul gives practical advice and wisdom. He speaks of taking up a collection for the greater church and of welcoming Christian workers who will be coming to their area soon. It's right after this call to welcome and respect the new leaders that Paul makes this statement, "Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong. Do everything in love." I think we would do well to also heed this advice. This idea of being on guard or being alert seems to suggest that we are in a battle not just with earthly powers but also against the power of evil. There are forces in this world that work against Jesus Christ and as his followers.  The Corinthians (and us for that matter) should be aware, alert, and on guard. How easy it was for the Corinthians to drift and get distracted. Umm...sound familiar? Remember whose and who you are might be another way to say it; stay focused on the things of God! Then, there is a call to be courageous and strong. We know from the previous chapters that the Corinthians were arrogant and complacent. Paul is asking them to have courage and do what God has called them to do. Again, I'm thinking Paul could just as easily be talking to the modern church. We have tradition, we have beautiful worship, we have access to all kinds of knowledge, but we don't have courage. This is starting to get personal. Might I add that this kind of strength has nothing to do with physical stamina and the ability to lift heavy weights. This is an internal strength that comes only from God. Finally, Paul says to do everything in love. Yes, being on guard, standing firm, and having courage and strength are critical but they are all pointless if not done with love. Paul is not calling the Corinthians to use aggression or self-assertion (remember, this is how the Corinthian church viewed Christian leadership). Rather, Paul is saying to exhibit all these qualities while demonstrating the love and grace of Jesus. That means, no bullying people to Jesus, no shaming people to Jesus, no manipulating people to Jesus, but only loving people to Jesus. Blessings, Pastor Vicki

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angel.iconic.musicCooki TikTok: @angel.iconic.musicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angel.iconic.musicCooki TikTok: @angel.iconic.musicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

Welcome back to another episode of Umm, Hello? An episode-by-episode recap podcast of the iconic MTV show, Jersey Shore. Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angel.iconic.musicCooki TikTok: @angel.iconic.musicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

We're back! We'll be recapping season 6 of Jersey Shore very soon. For now, let's have a quick chat. See you next week!Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angel.iconic.musicCooki TikTok: @angel.iconic.musicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

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We're back! We'll be recapping season 6 of Jersey Shore very soon. For now, here's the full first season of Snooki & Jwoww.Umm, Hello! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ummhelloInstagram: @UmmHelloPodTikTok: @UmmHelloPodCooki Instagram: @angel.iconic.musicCooki TikTok: @angel.iconic.musicGWoww Instagram: @thelibraginaGWoww TikTok: @thelibraginaGWoww Website: https://ginafinio.com/* Disclaimer: Umm, Hello is not endorsed by MTV, Viacom, or any of their subsidiaries. It is intended for entertainment and informational purposes only. Jersey Shore and all names, pictures, audio clips, and video clips are registered trademarks and/or copyrights of their respected trademark and/or copyright holders. *

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While Sadie's on maternity leave, her mom Korie Robertson is stepping in to host — and she brought on a super special guest: family member and longtime bestie Jill Dasher! Jill is that mom — raising LO Worship's Laela Skinner, three boys, and a four-year-old girl. She's married to Willie's cousin Zach and today she's bringing all the wisdom, laughs, and real talk. If you've ever looked at your life and thought, “Umm, this is not what I pictured,” this episode is for you. Jill gets it. But also—God's got you. He's in it with you, every single second. Jill shares the sweetest (and funniest) story about some confusion her daughter Ruth had about Phil Robertson's recent passing, and she and Korie talk about how Phil & Kay set the ultimate example of what it means to open your home and love people well. Jill says the secret to a full life is simple: open your door. Let people in. Let God work. Let's gooo.  This Episode of WHOA That's Good is Sponsored By: https://fastgrowingtrees.com - Get 15% off your first purchase when using the code WHOA at checkout. https://shopbeam.com/sadie — Get up to 35% off PLUS 2 free gifts with code SADIE https://gominno.com — Get your first month FREE when you use code WHOA at sign up. Take advantage of this web-only exclusive offer today! - Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices