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Three weeks after accepting a new role as an American Airlines spokeswoman in 1995, Jennifer R. Hudson was paged out of bed in the middle of the night. The worst had happened. Flight 965 had disappeared in the mountains of Colombia, and Jennifer needed to report to the scene of the crash to coordinate the company's public relations response. Unnerved and uncertain, she had to push aside her doubts and power through what would become one of the most harrowing experiences of her career. Jennifer would go on to serve as a Vice President of Communications for British Airways, a PR Manager at the Sabre Group, and eventually the head of her own independent agency, Think Beyond PR. But the experience of immersing herself in a tragedy that cost 159 lives sticks with her to this day, forging a set of PR instincts and resolve that have served her well. And in the wake of recent air disasters, including the American Eagle 5342 tragedy in Washington, her story offers rare insights into what's happening behind the scenes right now. ----- You can learn more about the crash of Flight 965 in this episode of Mayday. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Join us as we dive into the trial making waves: the Laken Riley case. Guilty verdict delivered, but what does it say about borders, law, and accountability? Spoiler: The system is as messy as your aunt's Thanksgiving politics. Listen now #MVCR #Justice #BorderlineTruths
Join us as we dive into the trial making waves: the Laken Riley case. Guilty verdict delivered, but what does it say about borders, law, and accountability? Spoiler: The system is as messy as your aunt's Thanksgiving politics. Listen now #MVCR #Justice #BorderlineTruths
Sermon: "Unnerved" Scripture: John 14:1-14 Speaker: Pastor David Behnke
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John finds the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?""Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break.""U of O, yeah?"Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy.""I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed.""Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass."Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving."Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?""Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread."In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips."Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed."Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf."Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
John finds the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?""Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break.""U of O, yeah?"Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy.""I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed.""Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass."Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving."Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?""Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread."In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips."Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed."Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf."Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
John finds the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?""Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break.""U of O, yeah?"Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy.""I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed.""Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass."Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving."Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?""Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread."In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips."Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed."Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf."Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
Some Republicans are reportedly worried that Donald Trump's ongoing public attacks on his criminal conviction show that he's overly focused on lathering up his base, and refuses to grasp that the verdict will likely alienate swing voters. We think this highlights a deeper truth about Trump and the MAGA movement itself: They cannot acknowledge that such Trump-centrict obsessions might be unpopular with the broader electorate, as this would constitute showing weakness. We talked to Washington Post reporter Isaac Arnsdorf, author of an excellent new book called Finish What We Started: The MAGA Movement's Ground War to End Democracy, who helped us unravel this tangle of MAGA pathologies. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Some Republicans are reportedly worried that Donald Trump's ongoing public attacks on his criminal conviction show that he's overly focused on lathering up his base, and refuses to grasp that the verdict will likely alienate swing voters. We think this highlights a deeper truth about Trump and the MAGA movement itself: They cannot acknowledge that such Trump-centrict obsessions might be unpopular with the broader electorate, as this would constitute showing weakness. We talked to Washington Post reporter Isaac Arnsdorf, author of an excellent new book called Finish What We Started: The MAGA Movement's Ground War to End Democracy, who helped us unravel this tangle of MAGA pathologies. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Some Republicans are reportedly worried that Donald Trump's ongoing public attacks on his criminal conviction show that he's overly focused on lathering up his base, and refuses to grasp that the verdict will likely alienate swing voters. We think this highlights a deeper truth about Trump and the MAGA movement itself: They cannot acknowledge that such Trump-centrict obsessions might be unpopular with the broader electorate, as this would constitute showing weakness. We talked to Washington Post reporter Isaac Arnsdorf, author of an excellent new book called Finish What We Started: The MAGA Movement's Ground War to End Democracy, who helped us unravel this tangle of MAGA pathologies. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Welcome to the Celestial Insights Podcast, the show that brings the stars down to Earth! Each week, astrologer, coach, and intuitive Celeste Brooks of Astrology by Celeste will be your guide. Her website is astrologybyceleste.com.
Unnerved by recent developments in financial markets and its economy, Chinese authorities unveiled a rash of new measures. To understand the degree of danger, we examine the proposals before keying on critical signals like repo and interbank conditions. Eurodollar University's Money & Macro AnalysisPBOC statementhttp://www.pbc.gov.cn/goutongjiaoliu/113456/113469/5218615/index.htmlBloomberg China Weighs Stock Market Rescue Package Backed by $278 Billionhttps://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2024-01-23/china-mulls-stock-market-rescue-package-backed-by-278-billion?fromMostRead=truehttps://www.eurodollar.universityTwitter: https://twitter.com/JeffSnider_EDU
Welcome to the first episode of 2024! Christy and Kelly cover another listener recommendation with Jordan Peele's most recent horror movie Nope from 2022. The hosts talk UFOs, Glenn from The Walking Dead, and more in this episode of Unnerved. Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group - Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Dani @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. Christy's Instagram @lilith_hilltople
Are your Christmas lights still up like ours? What's the holiday light etiquette or tradition for your family? Find out why we're discussing pregnant chipmunks, discuss how men can model processing and sharing emotions well, and join us as we reflect on what unnerves us. There's a plethora of prop your feet up moments this week, and a few couch crumbs coming your way—listen in. Thanks for squishing in with us (Rick and Julie Rando). Show notes: Connect with us on Instagram @thevictorycouch, Facebook, victorycouchpodcast@gmail.com, or www.thevictorycouch.com Want a new Victory Couch sticker for your water bottle, laptop, guitar case, etc.? Send us a quick screenshot of your review and your mailing address and we'll get you one! Reviews welcome https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-victory-couch/id1628820081 SUBSCRIBE to The Victory Couch e-mail list by visiting https://www.thevictorycouch.com/ and click SUBSCRIBE at the top of your screen. Leave us a voice message through Spotify for Podcasters: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thevictorycouch/message Lyrics to Lover by Taylor Swift https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-lover-lyrics When is too late to have your Christmas lights still up? National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097958/ What is one animal you would fear getting into our house and freak out knowing it's in our house at this moment? Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029583/?ref_=fn_al_tt_4 How do you (as a man) model expressing emotion well to our son and other young men you mentor? Inside Out https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2096673/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1 Name something that unnerves you (something that doesn't unnerve the majority of society)? Enneagram Five https://www.enneagraminstitute.com/type-5/ For more words of inspiration visit randospeaks.com Couch crumb: Christmas break went by way too quickly, clutter Prop your feet up: Serendipity, Lemon Lush, lunch with a friend who got double stuffed Canadian Oreos, brother in law's pastor is awesome, upcoming local wedding Serendipity https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0240890/ Simply Organized by Kate https://www.simplyorganizedbykate.com/ John Cusack https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/ Oreo https://www.oreo.com/ Pastor J. Mark Johns, Canvas Church https://www.canvasfl.com/, https://www.canvasfl.com/watch --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thevictorycouch/message
Today we discuss Dystopian books- why do we love them so much? What's the appeal of reading about a disastrous future? Are there redeeming messages and themes? Today we cover all the exciting, disturbing, thought-provoking aspects of dystopian stories, and uncover some surprisingly redeeming truths along the way... Dive in! Books mentioned in this episode: The Hunger Games Series by Suzanne Collins Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 1984 by George Orwell Brave New World by Aldous Huxley The End We Start From by Megan Hunter Census by Jesse Ball Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand Leave us a 5 Star Review in iTunes and we just might read it on air! All 5 Star reviews will be entered for a change to win BookFare Swag - namely a BookFare Mug!! Do you love books or do you want to? Are you tired of reading in a vacuum and struggling to find good books? Has motherhood somehow made your brain a dusty shamble? Friend, you are in the right place! BookFare Podcast is here to to help you find great books that you will LOVE and a community to share them with, all while nurturing your own brain and helping you create a culture of reading in your life and family. We are Elizabeth, Tricia, and Amanda, and we are here to help you do just that! We're not academics or scholars. We're just three women, mamas, and friends who believe in the power of great books to grow our minds and hearts and those of our children. We have all been through seasons when we barely read and seasons when our brains felt left-behind. We have struggled to find the right things to read and people to talk about them with. But through our experiences with different book clubs, in-person and online, and dedicated reading through the years, we have started to crack the formula for keeping great books in our lives and families through all seasons. We love this journey, and we are on it with you. That's why we started Book Fare - to create a safe and welcoming place for women who care about the content of what they read- an exciting book club that combines FUN with truth, goodness and beauty! So…From newbie readers to seasoned bibliophiles, from beach reads to Beowulf, from new releases to classic literature and everything in between- we are here to explore and curate reading content for you and your family. Together, we will laugh and think our way through all that good and great literature has to offer. We will seek virtue and values through literature and training our affections one dog-eared, coffee-stained and child-graffitied book at a time! Join our private Facebook group (search BookFare Podcast) and follow us on Facebook (BookFare Podcast Page) and Intsagram (@bookfarepodcast). We love this community so, so much, and we know it will be better with YOU in it.
The Hunters have made it halfway through season 2 of #TheMunsters and they need to take a break. They decided to fire up the 1992 classic starring Al Lewis, My Grandpa is a Vampire. This episode has it all: moonlight flying, heart attacks, bed tickles, red apus, carnival talent shows, and a perverted funeral party. My Grandpa is a Vampire Starring: "Grandpa" Al Lewis Original Release: June 1992 Sent on a trip from California to New Zealand to visit with his eccentric grandfather, Lonny discovers that his grandpa is a vampire. Unnerved at first, he soon discovers that his grandpa is a good vampire. The Munster Hunters are: Derek Glascock, Keith Gawla, and Terry Vickroy Keith is the host of the Pop Up Film Cast and That Was Great… Wasn't It? Both shows can be found wherever you subscribe to podcasts. For more about Keith's shows you can follow Pop Up Film Cast on twitter @popupfilmcast and That Was Great… Wasn't It? at @HowGreatWasThat. You can also follow Keith on Twitter @KG3030 Terry is one of the hosts of Run the Reel, a movie podcast that does deep dives on films with a theme. You can follow Run the Reel on twitter @RunTheReel. You can also follow Terry on Twitter @terry_vickroy. If you would like more musings from Derek, you can follow on Twitter @Derek9Nine Follow Munster Hunters on Twitter @MunsterHunters. Subscribe on your podcatcher of choice for Munster Hunter fun. Munster Hunters is mixed and edited by Derek Glascock Executive producers are Derek Glascock and Keith Gawla Original Music produced by Terry Vickroy The Munster Hunters is a Krispy Dodo Production Check out our podcast host, Pinecast. Start your own podcast for free with no credit card required. If you decide to upgrade, use coupon code r-f0862f for 40% off for 4 months, and support Munster Hunters: A Munsters Rewatch Podcast.
A teasing MILF taunts the neighbor too long, so her daughter services the need.By BitterJohnZim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My name is Johnny. I'm a retired pipelayer and 8 years divorced. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian estate. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was led, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the patio doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use. The direct access exterior door of the guest bedroom allowed them to use the private bathroom and the big walk-in shower.While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, “John, do you have any more soap?”After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. “Sure.” In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, Castille to a red box of Lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, “Thanks.”In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and took off the green gold robe; revealing her pendulous breasts, a shaved bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against whole-body, tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again to me, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and then dismissed me, “That's all.” I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the mature naked full-figured woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been repeatedly and deliberately teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was the covid era of 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The specter of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both of them were 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back patio drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (…lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the signaling of inviting some sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were stopping work for the day, and headed into my house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged and sat with me in the back yard. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash someone approaching around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the patio to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey.“Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?”“Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all.”I started to quip,“Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-”Lacey leaned towards me,“I smell whiskey.”I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, “Why do you know what whiskey smells like?”Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. “Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner.” He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection,“Thought you were off to school?”She shrugged, “Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break.”“U of O, yeah?”Smiling, she pumped an arm, “Go Ducks!”I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said,“How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy.”“I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard.”I shifted in my seat,“I hadn't noticed.”“Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year.” I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door,“Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen.”Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, “John! John, come back, please!.”Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open patio door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips.“What're you doing, Lacey?”She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, “I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell.”I didn't need much encouragement after the way her mother was teasing me, so I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting,“I'm practically your dad's age.”She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips,“You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy.” I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, “Get these off.” I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. “John, John, what big eyes you have.”I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, “Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted.”I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. “I want you to want me.” she said, voice thick.I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs, and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth. A day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass.“Hey, what are you-,” her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothlessly gnawing at her holes. “Oh, shit-” she thrashed again,“Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yes!”My tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving.“Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts.” she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. “Oh, I-” I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. “Hey, slow down.”I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, “Not sure I can: I want you.” My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, “Yeah, you need that shower.” I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. “Hey” she whined, smiling, “just shut up and fuck me.” She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open patio door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush,“Put it in.” I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other hand clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, catatonically, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her “Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-” She roiled a moment, spared my intrusion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, “Just… just keep fucking me, daddy.”I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the patio at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted,“Oh, god, fuck me.”My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.A moment's clarity, I moaned back, “Are you safe?”“Fucking cum in me.”she swore into the bedspread.“In you? You want it in you?” I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips.“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy,” she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. “Lacey, hold on a second,” She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.That's where we were when Beth entered through the tortured patio door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed.“Lacey!” Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf.“Guess I'll take that shower!” She dashed into the bathroom, slammed the door, & locked it; leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.To be continued..By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
A teasing MILF taunts the neighbor too long, so her daughter services the need.By BitterJohnZim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My name is Johnny. I'm a retired pipelayer and 8 years divorced. My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian estate. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was led, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the patio doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use. The direct access exterior door of the guest bedroom allowed them to use the private bathroom and the big walk-in shower.While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, “John, do you have any more soap?”After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. “Sure.” In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, Castille to a red box of Lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, “Thanks.”In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and took off the green gold robe; revealing her pendulous breasts, a shaved bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against whole-body, tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again to me, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and then dismissed me, “That's all.” I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the mature naked full-figured woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.Having been repeatedly and deliberately teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was the covid era of 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.The specter of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both of them were 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.I was on my back patio drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (…lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the signaling of inviting some sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.Tom wandered over, announced they were stopping work for the day, and headed into my house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged and sat with me in the back yard. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.There was a flash someone approaching around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the patio to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey.“Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?”“Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all.”I started to quip,“Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-”Lacey leaned towards me,“I smell whiskey.”I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, “Why do you know what whiskey smells like?”Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. “Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner.” He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection,“Thought you were off to school?”She shrugged, “Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break.”“U of O, yeah?”Smiling, she pumped an arm, “Go Ducks!”I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said,“How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy.”“I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard.”I shifted in my seat,“I hadn't noticed.”“Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year.” I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door,“Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen.”Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, “John! John, come back, please!.”Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open patio door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips.“What're you doing, Lacey?”She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, “I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell.”I didn't need much encouragement after the way her mother was teasing me, so I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting,“I'm practically your dad's age.”She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips,“You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy.” I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, “Get these off.” I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. “John, John, what big eyes you have.”I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, “Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted.”I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. “I want you to want me.” she said, voice thick.I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs, and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth. A day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass.“Hey, what are you-,” her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothlessly gnawing at her holes. “Oh, shit-” she thrashed again,“Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yes!”My tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving.“Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts.” she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. “Oh, I-” I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. “Hey, slow down.”I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, “Not sure I can: I want you.” My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, “Yeah, you need that shower.” I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. “Hey” she whined, smiling, “just shut up and fuck me.” She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open patio door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush,“Put it in.” I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other hand clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, catatonically, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her “Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-” She roiled a moment, spared my intrusion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, “Just… just keep fucking me, daddy.”I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the patio at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted,“Oh, god, fuck me.”My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.A moment's clarity, I moaned back, “Are you safe?”“Fucking cum in me.”she swore into the bedspread.“In you? You want it in you?” I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips.“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy,” she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. “Lacey, hold on a second,” She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.That's where we were when Beth entered through the tortured patio door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed.“Lacey!” Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf.“Guess I'll take that shower!” She dashed into the bathroom, slammed the door, & locked it; leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.To be continued..By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
One year ago, T took everyone thru the first year of the Afterdark Horrorfest and the 8 Films to Die For. He's back with year 2 and eight new movies to check out! Listen up to his review of films 1 & 2 Crazy Eights Six friends, including a professor (Dina Meyer) and a priest (George Newbern), gather for the funeral of a childhood pal, who has left behind a will asking them to dig up an old time capsule. They excavate the container and are shocked to find a young girl's skeleton inside. Unnerved, the friends get lost and end up in a long-abandoned government facility where sadistic medical experiments were once performed on children -- and they're now trapped and at the mercy of a vengeful ghost. Borderland Ed (Brian Presley), Henry (Jake Muxworthy) and Phil (Rider Strong) are three American college graduates in search of wild times in Mexico. After a night of partying with two local women, Ed and Henry realize that Phil is missing. Joining forces with an ex-cop, their search for their friend leads them to a horrifying encounter with cultists who practice human sacrifice.
Christy and Kelly switch it up for this episode of Unnerved and cover a new release - Evil Dead Rise! One of the goriest movies the hosts have covered, and a great new edition to the Evil Dead franchise, the hosts take it easy this week by just covering the plot of the film. Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group - Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Dani @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. Christy's Instagram @lilith_hilltople
“In this business, in this show-fucking-business, you have to reinvent yourself so many times. The attention span is zero and you have to also realize that most people who hire actors or any kind of performer or artist, will remember you from the first time they saw you. That will stick in their head, so reinventing oneself is a necessary evil. But you have to branch out as you grow as a person. Let your art grow. Multi-hyphenates do not sit on their laurels.” - Judy Gold on Multi-Hyphenating Judy Gold knows the value of a good joke – and the steep price of silencing comedians. Unnerved and infuriated, Judy shares her reverence for the intimacy of collective laughter and her passion for the vital work comedians do to bring us together, make us think, and speak truth to power. Based on her book “Yes, I Can Say That: When They Come for the Comedians, We Are All in Trouble,” the comedy veteran is taking the stage to tell the fascists and crybabies to shove their hate and political correctness up their respective asses. This wickedly funny new one-woman show is a big-mouthed and big-hearted call for truth, kindness, common sense, and most of all, laughter. The show runs through April 16th, 2023 at 59E59 Theatres. You can buy tickets at https://www.59e59.org/shows/show-detail/yes-i-can-say-that/ In this episode we discuss… What it means to be Jewish Judy's Off Broadway show Yes, I Can Say That! currently at 59E59 Theatres Why you have to take certain jobs Stupid politicians Food Empathy Why comedy is important JUDY GOLD (Playwright & Performer) has had stand-up specials on HBO, Comedy Central, and LOGO. She was a part of Netflix's Stand Out: An LGBTQ+ Celebration. She is the author of Yes, I Can Say That: When They Come For The Comedians, We Are All In Trouble, a critically acclaimed book about free speech and cancel culture which debuted as the number one comedy release on Amazon and was featured in the New York Times Book Review. Judy is also host of the hit podcast, “Kill Me Now with Judy Gold.” Judy's TV acting credits include “City On A Hill” (Cassndra Kassell), FX's “Better Things” (Chaya), and Showtime's “The First Lady” (Elizabeth Read). Judy also guest stars as Sophie in the much-anticipated Apple TV+ drama series “Extrapolations.” Other guest stars include Hulu's “Life and Beth” and Season 2 of Peacock's “Girls 5Eva.” She has had recurring roles on Comedy Central's “Awkwafina,” Netflix's “Friends from College,” and TBS's “Search Party.” Her recent film credits include Love Reconsidered and the upcoming She Came To Me and Eternal Buzz. Judy is one of the main subjects in the Hulu documentary Hysterical. She has appeared on “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert” and “The Tonight Show.” From 1999-2010, Judy was the host of HBO's “At the Multiplex with Judy Gold.” Judy also won two Emmy awards for writing and producing “The Rosie O'Donnell Show.” She was also a writer on the final season of “Better Things.” Judy has written and starred in two critically acclaimed, Off-Broadway hit shows: The Judy Show – My Life as a Sitcom (Outer Critics Circle Nomination), and 25 Questions for a Jewish Mother (GLAAD Media Award – Outstanding NY Theater, Drama Desk Nomination – Actor). Judy received rave reviews as Gremio in The Public Theater's Shakespeare in the Park all-female production of The Taming of The Shrew. She also co-starred in Off-Broadway's Clinton! The Musical and Disaster! The Musical. Judy has made numerous appearances on “The View,” “The Today Show,” “The Drew Barrymore Show,” and on MSNBC, CNN, and NewsNation as a free-speech advocate. She often pops up on The Food Network, but please do not mention “Chopped All Stars” or “Rachel vs. Guy” to her. Judy's three albums, Conduct Unbecoming, Kill Me Now, and Judith's Roommate Had a Baby, are available wherever you get your music. You can also check out her website, JudyGold.com, or follow her on Twitter, Instagram or Tik Tok @jewdygold Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Legislators in France are considering a law which could see some parents prevented from sharing images of their children on social media. The so-called 'Anti-Sharenting Bill' aims to protect the privacy rights of children, who cannot consent to their images being posted online. Ann Marie O'Sullivan decided to remove all photographs of her own kids from her social media accounts, and has no regrets about doing so. She joined Sean on the show to discuss…
Legislators in France are considering a law which could see some parents prevented from sharing images of their children on social media. The so-called 'Anti-Sharenting Bill' aims to protect the privacy rights of children, who cannot consent to their images being posted online. Ann Marie O'Sullivan decided to remove all photographs of her own kids from her social media accounts, and has no regrets about doing so. She joined Sean on the show to discuss…
Christy, Kelly, and guest host Kenny take on another movie by director Ari Aster - Midsommar from 2019! Secretly a romance film, the hosts talk about the underlying messages and the ever-darkening plot. Grab your flower crowns and dandelion juice and listen in for this episode of Unnerved! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group - Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Dani @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. Christy's Instagram @lilith_hilltople Kenny's twitch: twitch.tv/kennyorwhatever Also check out Episode 24: Friday the 13th (1980) and Episode 64: Hereditary (2018) for more content with Kenny!
During the spring of 2023, I was celebrating a Blocked & Reported meetup in California and found myself within the queer seaport of El Segundo. Deep in thought regarding the reaction to Times letter on J.K. Rowling and how, for once, the journalists appeared to be triumphing over the activists, my thoughts were interrupted by a strange voice.“Hello”, one of the locals said. It appeared bizarre, as if he went outside and bathed regularly. “How do you do?” asked another, and I turned to see they had me surrounded. Unnerved by these strange normies, I began to flee for my life, but fell flat on my face. “Estás bien?” one called out in a strange, eldritch tongue as I sprinted to my car, only to realize to my horror that my keys were gone.I turned to see the normie advancing, my keys in hand. Within a window, I spotted a tome with the word “recetas” and realized the horrifying truth — this town was occupied by Great Reset cultists! No doubt they attempted to ambush me and inject me with their foul mRNA vaccines. I pushed over another normie as I fled on foot, sweat and blood dripping down my face. In an attempt to flee my pursuers, I made three left turns in a row, only to find myself face to face with the same townsfolk — how had they found me so quickly? Now surrounded by a crowd of normies staring at me, I jumped into the sea and began to swim away.This is a warning to the rest of humanity: pay heed to the good Doctor Peterson's warnings, or the same fate may befall us all.Updates and ErrataKatie amplifying Asyakhamsin's posthttps://twitter.com/kittypurrzog/status/1628480063502000128?s=20Sam Brinton's appearance in courthttps://www.washingtonexaminer.com/policy/courts/nonbinary-former-nuclear-official-in-court-for-theft-chargesWhat's Making Teen Girls So Unhappy?Ross Douthat: American Teens Are Really Miserable. Why?https://www.nytimes.com/2023/02/18/opinion/depression-teen-social.html15-Minute Cities: Walkable Neighborhoods or Fascism?Oxford's experiment with low-traffic neighborhoodshttps://oxfordshireguardian.co.uk/oxford-15-minute-city-low-traffic-neighbourhood-ltn/Vision News: Oxfordshire County Council Pass Climate Lockdown 'trial' to Begin in 2024https://archive.md/PTxp7#selection-467.0-467.73The WEF on the Great Resethttps://www.weforum.org/great-reset/Jordan Peterson weighs in on 15-minute citieshttps://twitter.com/jordanbpeterson/status/1609255646993457153Keith Olbermann's response, astute as everhttps://twitter.com/KeithOlbermann/status/1609369456785899520Nigel Farage compares them to climate lockdownshttps://twitter.com/Nigel_Farage/status/1600161018721685509Katie Hopkins on TikTok, speaking on 15-minute citieshttps://www.tiktok.com/discover/Katie-Hopkins-Official-15-minute-cities?lang=enThe right's response to Greta Thunberg “destroys the dystopian reality of 15-min cities”https://twitter.com/hugh_mankind/status/1627071168921604099?s=20Back To The TimesVanity Fair on the drama between the Times and the staff unionhttps://www.vanityfair.com/news/2023/02/new-york-times-journalists-letter-guild“Ex-NYT Staffer Describes ‘Crying' and ‘Bloodthirsty' Colleagues Seeking Vengeance for Cotton Op-Ed”https://www.mediaite.com/print/i-was-so-fcking-freaked-out-ex-nyt-staffer-describes-crying-and-bloodthirsty-colleagues-seeking-vengeance-for-cotton-op-ed/Jesse on the latest developments in The Times Warshttps://jessesingal.substack.com/p/you-should-think-through-the-positionsJesse asks Mirkinson for an example, to no availhttps://twitter.com/jessesingal/status/1628522054399184897 This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.blockedandreported.org/subscribe
Merry Cringemas and Happy Horror Days from the hosts of Unnerved! The Gingerdead Man from 2005 and Dude Bro Party Massacre III from 2015 were the lucky movies to be picked for this year's holiday episode. To celebrate the season of giving, Unnerved welcomes their guest host for the episode, Bobby! Which movie won the hearts of the hosts? Which movie was so bad it was just bad? Listen in to find out! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group - Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. Christy's Instagram @lilith_hilltople --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
The hosts of Unnerved usher in the holidays with a horror sleigh, elf and evil toy minions, and the one and only Krampus! For Kelly's pick for the horror-days of December, the hosts explore the Bavarian/German/Alpine folklore icon and his appearance in the 2015 movie of the same name. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group - Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. Christy's Instagram @lilith_hilltople --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
On tonight's episode of The Gastroenteritis Blues, Steve, Dan and Emily discuss the latest rumors from around the NBA. Utah Jazz star guard Donovan Mitchell is reportedly 'unnerved' with the situation in Salt Lake City after Quin Snyder stepped down. Should the Sixers consider a trade that includes Tyrese Maxey for him? Elsewhere, apparently this time Bradley Beal really wants to play for a winner, and the Denver Nuggets are making two of their bench guards available. Then, they break down the Adam Sandler/Sixers movie Hustle, which just premiered on Netflix, and features cameos from Tobias Harris, Maxey, Matisse Thybulle, Seth Curry, Dr. J, and many other notable NBA figures. Finally, they discuss the latest happenings in the 2-2 NBA Finals and how Draymond Green is going to deliver us podcasts whether we like it or not. Subscribe to our YouTube channel here! Rate, subscribe, review, follow, and enjoy. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
On tonight's episode of The Gastroenteritis Blues, Steve, Dan and Emily discuss the latest rumors from around the NBA. Utah Jazz star guard Donovan Mitchell is reportedly ‘unnerved' with the situation in Salt Lake City after Quin Snyder stepped down. Should the Sixers consider a trade that includes Tyrese Maxey for him? Elsewhere, apparently this time Bradley Beal really wants to play for a winner, and the Denver Nuggets are making two of their bench guards available. Then, they break down the Adam Sandler/Sixers movie Hustle, which just premiered on Netflix, and features cameos from Tobias Harris, Maxey, Matisse Thybulle, Seth Curry, Dr. J, and many other notable NBA figures. Finally, they discuss the latest happenings in the 2-2 NBA Finals and how Draymond Green is going to deliver us podcasts whether we like it or not. Subscribe to our YouTube channel here! Rate, subscribe, review, follow, and enjoy.
The Athletic's Utah Jazz beat writer and resident pickup floor general Tony Jones joins the show for an autopsy of an eventful offseason in Salt Lake City thus far. Download the Callin app for iOS and Android to listen to this podcast live, call in, and more! Also available at callin.com
Welcome to The Times of Israel's Daily Briefing, your 15-minute audio update on what's happening in Israel, the Middle East and the Jewish world, from Sunday through Thursday. Arab Affairs reporter Aaron Boxerman and US correspondent Jacob Magid join host Jessica Steinberg for today's podcast. Boxerman takes a deeper dive into the upcoming Jerusalem Day and the recent brouhaha about a minor court ruling regarding the Temple Mount and Jewish prayer at the religious site. Magid discusses AIPAC's actions ahead of the recent Democratic primaries in certain US states and how the Israel lobbying group is now being viewed in more liberal circles. Boxerman reviews the recent victory of Hamas at student elections in Bir Zeit University and what that reflects about Palestinian society. Magid looks at the removal of former Jewish radical group Kach from the US terror list. He also offers an update on the new US ambassador's new residence in Jerusalem, off Emek Refaim Street in the German Colony neighborhood. Discussed articles include: Authorities seek to tamp down tensions amid backlash over Temple Mount prayer ruling Pro-Israel groups see mixed results after pouring millions into Democratic primaries Hamas wins landslide victory in student elections at flagship Birzeit University US removes radical Jewish group Kach, 4 others from list of terror organizations US Ambassador Nides moves into new residence in Jerusalem Subscribe to The Times of Israel Daily Briefing on iTunes, Spotify, PlayerFM, Google Play, or wherever you get your podcasts. IMAGE: Israeli police accompany a group of Jews touring the Temple Mount on May 5, 2022, as the Jerusalem holy site was reopened to non-Muslim visitors. (Ahmad Gharabli/AFP) See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
~ LISTENER DISCRETION IS ADVISED ~ In this episode, Christy and Kelly cover The Snowtown Murders after watching the movie Snowtown (2011). This officially makes the episode the first crossover into true crime that the Unnerved hosts have covered. For a more in-depth discussion of the Snowtown Murders check out the podcast Crime Down Under. The following two websites are great places to start to reach out for help: - Www.betterhelp.com - Www.verywellminded.com And for the national domestic violence hotline dial 800-799-7233 Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Here's what happened on the full show available on my Patreon1 – 0:00:00 – Cumulus Halloween party break-down. Julius is a happier person when drunk. Chocolate Rain. Elvira Bennett. Friar Eric. Michigan vs MSU. Lions suck.2 – 0:19:17 – Show future looks brighter as Doane has left the building. Ghostbusters on pumpkins.3 – 0:29:06 – Phi Smala Jama. A failed northern Michigan home invasion. Eric's nose vs door.4 – 0:37:50 – Cubs fans infiltrate newscast. Sports updates. Dildoes on the field.5 – 0:48:40 – Dick Felt. Show grows on pissed off listener Joe Martinez (A&E Heating Cooling). Julius ‘Are you kidding me?” montage.6 – 0:58:49 – Local hilljacks have bachelor party in Tennessee; save litter of puppies. Spartan Round Table; episode 4.7 – 1:07:32 – Rachael is a boob girl. Unnerved by clowns. 10 minutes with Huge. Sports updates.8 – 1:32:44 – More clown idiots from Wisconsin. Pellerito Periscope videos-round 2.9 – 1:41:25 – Anthony Weiner strikes again. Retelling of Doane leaving the show; interrupted by Dave Murray (brought to you by).10 – 1:56:50 – Mr. Excitement Merl from Al & Bob's Sporting Goods.11 – 2:11:29 – FOX17 invades Cumulus for Halloween. Bill Murray Take me out to the Ball Game. Bill Cosby latest defense. Best & Worst Halloween candies. Revisit of Joe Martinez's email from segment 5.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
Message from Matt Ham on January 30, 2022
With the Quodlibet established as a tavern, Our Heroes begin to welcome guests from their past AND future! This is the final episode of The Last City. Thank you for joining us on this incredible adventure! Watch live at https://www.twitch.tv/you_dont_meet_in_an_inn You Don't Meet In An Inn: https://youdontmeetinaninn.libsyn.com/ Austin & Christine: https://twitter.com/notaninn Sasha: https://twitter.com/sasha_reneau Hadrian: https://twitter.com/hadrian Cassandra: https://twitter.com/ACassDarkly You can purchase Stewpot by Takuma Okada at https://noroadhome.itch.io/stewpot-tales-from-a-fantasy-tavern Thank you to our patrons: Anonajn Joel Sepulveda We now have a Discord server which you can join here: https://discord.gg/KNPpAmM The music featured in this stream is royalty free. It was provided by: TeknoAXE Royalty Free Music: http://teknoaxe.com/home.php
Be afraid, be very afraid of this week's episode of Unnerved, where Christy and Kelly cover The Fly from 1986! Although not the original, this movie sure does impress, and is one of the most gooey and gross movies the hosts have covered so far. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
The Unnerved hosts welcome in the new year with a special guest - Danielle, the hosts' best friend and artist of the Unnerved logo! They discuss Danielle's SyFy Horror movie pick - Annihilation from 2018, based on the book of the same name by Jeff Vandermeer. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
The Unnerved hosts wish you a very Merry Christmas with a special episode, where they talk about two very cringey, B-rated horror films! Listen in to see which movies Christy and Kelly discuss this week! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
'Donald Trump is increasingly agitated by the House select committee investigating the Capitol attack,' according to new reporting from Hugo Lowell in the Guardian.
The Unnerved hosts welcome back their first repeat guest, Ben! Christy, Kelly, and Ben discuss the movie The Lighthouse, which could be a metaphor for a multitude of different things. While each host has a different view on the movie, one thing is for certain: Don't spill yer beans! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
This week Christy and Kelly cover the 1950s B horror movie classic The Blob, starring a not-so-17-year-old Steve McQueen. An entertaining movie inclusive of an amazing made-for-movie song, the hosts of Unnerved discuss the behind the scenes of a creature that may just make a comeback if the arctic ever melts. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
It is the one year anniversary of Unnerved, and what better way to celebrate than with one of the most legendary, iconic horror movies of all time - The Exorcist from 1973! Based on the book of the same name by William Peter Blatty, Christy and Kelly do a deep dive on this "cursed" film that has scared people for decades. Linda Blair Worldheart Foundation: http://www.lindablairworldheart.org/ References: The Fear of God – 25 years of The Exorcist Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
Sasha Klanott has been a paranormal investigator for over 20 years and resides in New Orleans.
One, two, Freddy's coming for you on this week's episode of Unnerved, where Christy and Kelly discuss the famous slasher movie Nightmare on Elm Street from 1984! Grab a cup of coffee and listen in as they talk about the behind the scenes facts, taglines, and Johnny Depp. And remember: Don't fall asleep. References: The 2010 Documentary - Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Jesus had informed his disciples that he was preparing to leave them and that where he was going they would not be able to go. After sacrificing so much to follow Jesus, the disciples struggled to accept or understand what Jesus was doing. Unnerved by his prediction, they were missing Jesus's point.Jesus instructed them not to let their hearts grow troubled. But he also gave them images to help do that work. In this week's message we take a look at Jesus's command and those images.
The podcast has officially turned 21 and is now legally able to drink! Raise a toast to Unnerved as Christy and Kelly discuss the home invasion and slasher horror movie You're Next from 2011. And make sure to follow up with a snack - perhaps a "Crispian" Chicken Sandwich - as they talk about Erin, one of the best final girls so far! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Ready or not, here comes the seventeenth episode of Unnerved! Christy and Kelly cover their most recent movie yet - Ready or Not from 2019! Better find your favorite place to hide and then listen to the behind the scenes and synopsis of this thrilling, dark comedy horror movie. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Lead Balloon - Public Relations, Marketing and Strategic Communications Disaster Stories
Three weeks after accepting a new role as an American Airlines spokeswoman in 1995, Jennifer R. Hudson was paged out of bed in the middle of the night. The worst had happened. Flight 965 had disappeared in the mountains of Colombia, and Jennifer needed to report to the scene of the crash to coordinate the company's public relations response. Unnerved and uncertain, she had to push aside her doubts and power through what would become one of the most harrowing experiences of her career. Jennifer would go on to serve as a Vice President of Communications for British Airways, a PR Manager at the Sabre Group, and eventually the head of her own independent agency, Think Beyond PR. But the experience of immersing herself in a tragedy that cost 159 lives sticks with her to this day, forging a set of PR instincts and resolve that have served her well. And for those of us who think we're having a hard day in the PR trenches, her tale is an important lesson in coping through pressure, humility and determination. ----- You can learn more about the crash of Flight 965 in this episode of Mayday, from which we sampled some expert interviews, survivor recollections and black box reenactments to help build context for Jennifer's story. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In a very special bonus episode of Unnerved, core extra Terri Marshall and extra John Daniel from The Mist join Christy and Kelly for an exciting interview about being a part of the 2007 Stephen King adaption for the screen. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces.
What better way to celebrate Valentine's Day than grabbing a box of your favorite candy and listening to an extremely thematic Unnerved episode! This week, Christy and Kelly discuss the original My Bloody Valentine from 1981. To make the holiday even more exciting, 2021 marks the film's 40th anniversary - so watch the uncut film version before Harry Warden strikes again! Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Christy and Kelly welcome guest Ben for another special episode of Unnerved! This week is a deep dive into The Blair Witch Project (1999), a movie people either love or hate, with the hosts being no exception. At least there is one thing they can agree on - the lore behind the making of the movie is fascinatingly spooky! Blair Witch Website: https://www.blairwitch.com/mythology.html Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Christy and Kelly welcome guest Tyler for a special episode of Unnerved! Kick off the new year right by listening to the behind the scenes of The Mist, as well as a discussion of the controversial ending for this adaptation of Stephen King's novella of the same name. Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
If you are stuck inside or can't see your friends this Halloween, join the Unnerved girls and their friends in a fun Halloween episode. In this special they watch the movie in its completion and comment as the story progresses. It's like you’re watching a movie with your friends! (We tried to block out the movie as best we could but, any and all background sounds or music from the movie belong to the creators. We just used this to comment and critique). Sponsors: Anchor Link: https://anchor.fm Social Media Follow us on Twitter @AUnnerved Find our Facebook group Unnerved: A Horror Movie Podcast (https://www.facebook.com/groups/323866888981281) Check out Danielle @danidrawsdragons on Instagram for more amazing art pieces
Far North mayor John Carter says Northland locals are unnerved as two men who shot at a police officer remain on the loose. The officer was alone in a patrol car on State Highway 11 when the incident happened early on Tuesday morning. The police are also investigating links to people who kidnapped a man nearby on the same night and a car being torched. John Carter is the Far North mayor.
It's been a significant few days in Ireland's Covid-19 response, with controversy erupting on Sunday over Nphet's recommendation that the country move to Level5 restrictions, much to the Government's annoyance. Pat tells Hugh how it all went down and what the deterioration in relations between our elected officials and health experts means.
A horror expert and a horror newbie watch a scary movie every other week. Join them as they give their thoughts, share their research and discuss the behind the scenes/ special effects that made it all possible. Because sometimes the scariest parts don't make the final cut. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app
Unnerved by Cha-Cha's vision of the new residents of Fasten, the group decides to detour around the town through a wild forest. Um, a lot goes wrong. And our explorers try to come to terms with some of the things they've learned about each other on the way. NOTE: This recording was cursed, and every one of our tracks ended up with issues. We've managed to recover it into the file it is now, but there are some odd artifacts in a few spots. We are sorry. We love you. This is also one of our longer episodes. Typically we like to keep them to about an hour, but sometimes the story demands some extra time to breathe, and Nix must be fed. Dili narrowly avoids cutting his own finger off on some razor synth. Atalia works out some pent up aggression on some nasty critters. Nix is a SNEK. SO MANY FEELS. Cha-Cha receives an important message. Player Intrusion: Daniel: Three Goblins in a Trenchcoat (https://fandible.itch.io/three-goblins-in-a-trenchcoat) by Daniel Rodriguez, of the Fandible (https://fandible.com) podcast. Your cast: GM: Daniel (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/hosts/daniel) Adilabrim "Dili" Kret: Sampson (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/hosts/sampson) Atalia: Marietta (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/hosts/marietta) Chansey "Cha-Cha" Letoile: Alex (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/hosts/alex) Nix: Stace (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/hosts/stace) Music Theme music: Ninth World by Dave Sterling (https://www.mixcloud.com/davesterling/). _Road To Dark Tower _ by Rafael Krux Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5314-road-to-dark-tower- License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ _Night Attack _ by Rafael Krux Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5320-night-attack- License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Zum Kampf Bereit (Romeos Erbe) by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/4659-zum-kampf-bereit-romeos-erbe- License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Traveler's Notebook by Rafael Krux Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5316-traveler-s-notebook- License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Long Note Three by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/3993-long-note-three License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Some additional sound effects from https://www.zapsplat.com. Production Editing: Daniel Transcription: Stace Safety in Role-playing It is essential that everyone playing in a game feels safe and is having fun. We've compiled a brief list of the safety tools we use here (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/safety). As always, see our standard disclaimer (https://www.explorerswanted.fm/disclaimer).
Jemma Katz, a 24-year-old uni student, received a shock cancer diagnosis in November last year. Jemma writes: “Before I could finish my psychology undergrad last year I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma, a cancer of the lymphatic system. Since then, my emotions and cognitive boundaries have been challenged, and being invited onto this podcast was such an incredible way to explore that.” Instagram: @jemmakatz @makingsenseofchaos Resources: Cancerchicks - @cancerchicksau A support group for young women aged 20-30 with cancer. (Of which our previous guest, Rikki, is the founder!) Lymphoma Australia Instagram: @makingsenseofchaos
I’m taking the liberty of blending some of Jason’s story (Author, Deliberate Discomfort) with my own. _________ I was uncomfortable. There was no denying it. Unnerved, stressed, under pressure, what-ever you wanted to call it. That was, of course, by design. I was at the crossroads of “how the hell did I get here?” and “what will happen next?”________ I reached for my M60 and immediately began panicking when I realized it felt light. It struck me - I’d forgotten to load my weapon before (tandem) jumping out of the C-5 into this place with Commander Van Camp. Instinct took over. I jumped to my feet and began running across the beach while yelling “Don’t Shoot, Don’t Shoot!” I made it to the cliff, looked back, saw nobody and asked myself “where the hell is Commander Van Camp?" and "what will he do next?" _______ Jeramy Lund, Managing Director at Sorenson Impact Institute joined me for the second hour and shared some war stories of his own – literally.
Text:Matthew 21:1-11The Royal Welcome1-3 When they neared Jerusalem, having arrived at Bethphage on Mount Olives, Jesus sent two disciples with these instructions: “Go over to the village across from you. You’ll find a donkey tethered there, her colt with her. Untie her and bring them to me. If anyone asks what you’re doing, say, ‘The Master needs them!’ He will send them with you.”4-5 This is the full story of what was sketched earlier by the prophet:Tell Zion’s daughter, “Look, your king’s on his way, poised and ready, mounted On a donkey, on a colt, foal of a pack animal.”6-9 The disciples went and did exactly what Jesus told them to do. They led the donkey and colt out, laid some of their clothes on them, and Jesus mounted. Nearly all the people in the crowd threw their garments down on the road, giving him a royal welcome. Others cut branches from the trees and threw them down as a welcome mat. Crowds went ahead and crowds followed, all of them calling out, “Hosanna to David’s son!” “Blessed is he who comes in God’s name!” “Hosanna in highest heaven!”10 As he made his entrance into Jerusalem, the whole city was shaken. Unnerved, people were asking, “What’s going on here? Who is this?”11 The parade crowd answered, “This is the prophet Jesus, the one from Nazareth in Galilee.”Questions:In what ways do you experience Holy Week as holy?Given our collective moment, how can we experience this particular week as holy?Quote:“If we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it.” -Richard RohrPractices:Art Will Sustain Us with KellyGuided Meditation with RyanWatch:Portrait Of A Lady On Fire - Hulu
In this episode, Laura sits down with Maris Young of Young Honest Mother to REAL TALK all things life, motherhood, entrepreneurship, and communal living. Maris is a wife and mother who craves authentic connection. She created Young Honest Mother to bear the torch for conversations surrounding all things marriage, motherhood and modern home economics. In all honesty. Unnerved by the unspoken, Maris offers a welcoming space for people to share what their experiences have really been like. As well as sharing thought-provoking blog posts about meaningful topics, Maris also hosts Young Honest Mother: The Podcast to feature heart-to-heart conversations with everyday women who are courageous enough to share their own stories. She also chats with industry truth-tellers far and wide who aren't afraid to tell it like it is. Maris sets out to inspire and empower others to start honest dialogues in their own communities. Links and Such: Find Maris on Instagram: @younghonestmother Young Honest Motherhood website Young Honest Motherhood Podcast The Art of Gathering by Pria Parker Episode 104: Caitlyn Collins on the revolution needed to Make Motherhood Work The Montessori Toddler @the.holistic.psychologist Maris' post: Re-parenting my inner two-year-old Get 15% off Beekeeper's Naturals products with code: modernmamas Get 15% off Four Sigmatic products with code: modernmamas Get 20% off COMRAD Compression Socks with code: modern mamas Connect with us: Modern Mamas – @modernmamaspodcast Laura – @laura.radicalroots Jess – @jess.holdthespace Laura's website – http://myradicalroots.com/ Jess' website (coming soon) – https://www.jessgaertner.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-modern-mamas-podcast/support
In This Episode: Jack continues his charade as Dan Williams, despite his growing anxiety. A friendly cook named Cajo reveals he knows more than he should. Uncertain whether he should trust the strange man, Jack returns to talk with Carl again, only to find the prisoner is missing. Meanwhile, Rocky's encounter with the one-armed man turns into a horrific encounter. Unnerved but resilient, the Arroyo brother makes his way up to the bridge, where he finds startling facts in the ship's logs. Roy goes room to room below deck, discovering a strange series of set-pieces that tell a tale of madness. Quite by accident, he happens upon the Captain's quarters, a veritable treasure trove of information... This Week's Sponsor: NecroNOMNOMNOMicon Recommendos: CHOPPING MALL BioShock: The Collection Outer Wilds Johnny The Homicidal Maniac Stan Against Evil The Lovecraft Tapes is a real-play/actual-play Call of Cthulhu 7th edition RPG campaign podcast recorded using OBS, YouTube, Roll20, Audacity and Adobe Creative Cloud. Episodes are available wherever you download or stream your favorite podcasts including Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher, Podbean and more. For more information and advertising/sponsorship opportunities please contact podcast@thelovecrafttapes.com Original music "Listen, If You Dare" composed by Chris Parker, superfan and all-around good guy Support us @ https://www.patreon.com/lovecrafttapes Wear us @ https://www.redbubble.com/people/lovecrafttapes/shop Visit us @ http://thelovecrafttapes.com Tweet us @ https://twitter.com/lovecrafttapes Like us @ https://facebook.com/thelovecrafttapes Watch us @ https://www.youtube.com/c/Thelovecrafttapes Upvote us @ https://www.reddit.com/r/TheLovecraftTapes
Gavin O'Carroll, Treasury Sales, is joined today on the podcast by Oliver Mangan, AIB Chief Economist where they discuss the outlook for sterling amid Brexit uncertainty and the escalating trade tensions between the US and China.
Unnerved by the news of a sudden and unexplained death, our heroes embark upon their quest within the mysterious ruins of Kazadhros. Flower senses a pretty overwhelming amount of magic. Athanasius sheds some light on the situation. Kaden gets electric. Like what you hear? Subscribe so you never miss an episode, and rate & review to help others join our adventure! Tell us what you think! Contact us at www.talesfromthetablecast.com, at talesfromthetablecast@gmail.com (mailto:talesfromthetablecast@gmail.com), and on Twitter @tabletalescast (https://twitter.com/tabletalescast). Featuring: Audrey, as Flower the serpentfolk paladin Mac, as Kaden Onyxcobble the halfling sorcerer Kevin, as Athanasius Argentianus Anguisian the silver dragonborn cleric and Cloud as Dungeon Master. Edited and produced by Cloud. Special thanks to Matt Marshall for editing help and general good advice on all things podcasting. Theme music: 8-Bit Adventure by AdhesiveWombat (https://soundcloud.com/adhesivewombat).
Unnerved by the news of a sudden and unexplained death, our heroes embark upon their quest within the mysterious ruins of Kazadhros. Flower senses a pretty overwhelming amount of magic. Athanasius sheds some light on the situation. Kaden gets electric. Like what you hear? Subscribe so you never miss an episode, and rate & review to help others join our adventure! Tell us what you think! Contact us at www.talesfromthetablecast.com, at talesfromthetablecast@gmail.com (mailto:talesfromthetablecast@gmail.com), and on Twitter @tabletalescast (https://twitter.com/tabletalescast). Featuring: Audrey, as Flower the serpentfolk paladin Mac, as Kaden Onyxcobble the halfling sorcerer Kevin, as Athanasius Argentianus Anguisian the silver dragonborn cleric and Cloud as Dungeon Master. Edited and produced by Cloud. Special thanks to Matt Marshall for editing help and general good advice on all things podcasting. Theme music: 8-Bit Adventure by AdhesiveWombat (https://soundcloud.com/adhesivewombat).
Welcome to Fanatical Fics and Where to Find Them! If you don’t know what the Masked Singer is or you didn’t watch the Pokemon anime… well maybe 25% of these jokes will be lost on you? We hope you enjoy this extra long episode! Recommendation: Unnerved https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2372360/1/Unnerved Please leave a review! We’ll take kind and constructive… but no flames! You can also help us by suggesting this podcast to every person you’ve ever met! To see a full list of episodes and recommendations, grab some podcast swag, get that sweet patreon link, or to submit a story you've read visit our website at https://www.fanaticalfics.com/ As always, feel free to shoot us an email at fanaticalfics@gmail.com with any questions, comments, or suggestions. You can also find us on social media! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FanaticalFics/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/FanaticalFics Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fanaticalfics Tumblr: https://fanatical-fics.tumblr.com/
The Hamlet Podcast - a weekly exploration of Shakespeare's Hamlet. Act II, Scene ii - The First Player performs Aeneas' tale to Dido. Written and presented by Conor Hanratty.
The Lord has encouraged us to "not be afraid" because He has not given us the Spirit of Fear but of Power, Love and a Sound Mind! We have the Power of the Holy Spirit in our Lives to remind us that we are loved by God and He transforms our thoughts so that we can have a mind that is calm and at peace, (sound and strong). This message comes to remind us of our victory over all the power of Satan in our lives and the encouragement to walk in victory over Fear!
Let’s be honest: in a merely human sense, these “wise ones” had to have been disappointed at first in what they found. Theirs was a dream of finding a new world order, a solution to the troubling times of their world, but they found a poor couple rejected by their family and society, nursing and protecting an infant among animals.Download Transcript
In 1987, Eobard Thawne offers Damien Darhk an alliance, which Darhk declines. Aboard the Waverider, Nate discovers an aberration in 1987 involving the INF treaty signing. The team infiltrates the White House as tourists and find Darhk there as one of the treaty negotiators. Sara again attempts to kill him, which alerts White House security and forces the team to make a very public escape. They soon learn that Darhk is making his own secret deal with the KGB. Returning to the White House during a State dinner, they discover him making an exchange with KGB agents for a box with an unknown item. The team defeat Darhk's men and the Russians. Sara confronts Darhk, but spares his life. Instead, she reveals his future to torture him: his master plan's failure, his wife's murder, and his own eventual death. Eobard whisks Darhk away, but not before Sara steals the box from him. She realizes the team is up against a time-travelling speedster. Unnerved by Sara's revelation, Darhk insists on teaming up with Eobard, and the two enter the time stream.
In 1987, Eobard Thawne offers Damien Darhk an alliance, which Darhk declines. Aboard the Waverider, Nate discovers an aberration in 1987 involving the INF treaty signing. The team infiltrates the White House as tourists and find Darhk there as one of the treaty negotiators. Sara again attempts to kill him, which alerts White House security and forces the team to make a very public escape. They soon learn that Darhk is making his own secret deal with the KGB. Returning to the White House during a State dinner, they discover him making an exchange with KGB agents for a box with an unknown item. The team defeat Darhk's men and the Russians. Sara confronts Darhk, but spares his life. Instead, she reveals his future to torture him: his master plan's failure, his wife's murder, and his own eventual death. Eobard whisks Darhk away, but not before Sara steals the box from him. She realizes the team is up against a time-travelling speedster. Unnerved by Sara's revelation, Darhk insists on teaming up with Eobard, and the two enter the time stream.
A hammerhead shark locates a stingray hiding beneath the ocean floor. Unnerved, the stingray makes a dash for freedom--but is it too late? The latest in science, culture, and history from Smithsonian Channel.
In the first episode of "Unnerved," we bring you two stories. "The Crooked Priest" tells the story of a Catholic priest who receives a surprise visit from his past, while "Tape Deck" brings to life the story of a young couple's terrifying first night in a new apartment.
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