Podcasts about Velour

1. Heikoon - Kalaa Malaa 00:00:40   2. kiskadee, Jody Wisternoff & James Grant ft. Ren Ocean - Friendly Fire 00:06:43   3. Danny Wade - Higher 00:10:22   4. Durante & Mayro - Mantra 00:15:18   5. Eynka - Happy 00:20:05   6. Lane 8, Gui Boratto & Jyll - The Doubt 00:26:02- DIALEKT TRACK OF THE WEEK   7. Gabriel & Dresden x Blake.08 - Velour 00:31:39   8. Mees Salomé & Robby East - Mindstate 00:37:32   9. Ruben Karapetyan - State of Progression (Makhmurian & Dr Mirzoyan Remix) 00:41:38   10. Dosem - Unjetlag 00:47:00   11.Dekkai vs. Sultan + Shepard Dune In The Air (Sultan + Shepard mashup) 00:51:06   12. Gui Boratto & Luciana Villanova - Beautiful Life 00:56:59- CLASSIC OF THE WEEK

Tracklist : 1.Gabriel & Dresden x Blake.08 - Velour 2.Sébastien Léger - Dodonpachi 3.Jelly For The Babies & flanerr - Unja 4.Boxer - Can't Stop Movin' 5.Second Sine - Pirate TV 6.D-Nox & M.O.S. - Music Matters 7.Danny Howells & Lloyd Barwood - One More Sky 8.Quivver & Dave Seaman - Starship Disco 9.Nick Stoynoff - Changement (Pig&Dan Remix) 10.deadmau5 - Not Exactly (Rinzen Remix) 11.Davi - No Mercy 12.Ezequiel Arias - Psychodelia

Garret helps you learn about the latest crowdfunding music campaigns - including sharing an interview with UTR Media founder Dave Trout about the Kickstarter for Rich Mullins & Zion.--- SPOTLIGHT CAMPAIGN ---* Rich Mullins & Zion - 'Behold The Man'* https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/utrmedia/rich-mullins-and-zion-reissue-of-1981s-behold-the-man/--- OTHER CAMPAIGNS ---* Judah & the Lion - Maybe The Best Is Now - https://judahandthelion.komi.io/* Dave Perkins - Powderhead - https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/608265597/dave-perkins-powderhead-launch* For King & Country - The Most Beautiful Colours - https://www.forkingandcountry.com/* Bleach - Fox Den Sessions Vol 1 - https://www.smlxlvinyl.com/products/bleach-fox-den-sessions-vol-1* Starflyer 59 - Disappointed EP - https://velvetbluemusic.com/?product=starflyer-59-disappointed-ep* Velour 100 - Fall Sounds - https://btv.foxhole.info/btvstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1161 or https://lostinohio.com/products/velour-100-fall-sounds--- CREDITS ---* Host/Producer - Garret Godfrey* Executive Producer - Dave Trout* UTR's Critics' Picks Playlist - https://utrmedia.org/cp2026* UTR's New & Notable for May 2026 - https://utrmedia.org/nn0526*Playlist of over 200 great artists all with under 10K monthly listeners - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4kVNh7DVpO5eoMssGS2Lmi?si=eb1bb0f5aa5c487c* Good Patrons email newsletter https://utrmedia.us14.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=85113034823cd07c83d277cad&id=ca2fe47e5d* Good Patron's newsletter @ Substack - https://goodpatronpodcast.substack.com/*All the socials - https://linktr.ee/goodpatronpodcast* Email: goodpatronpodcast@gmail.com* Podchaser: https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/good-patron-utr-media-555222* All songs used are with permission or under fair use provisions(c) 2026 UTR Media. All Rights Reserved. A 501(c)(3) non-profit organization - info at https://utrmedia.org

Ash and Cliff are back with Princess Terra in the post-apocalyptic Portugal for another visit to CyberMaster! But this is a younger Terra, and she's in her Velour phase and has a pet cyborg called Kronos. Beyond that it's the same mixture of challenges, shouting, 90s editing, borderline fetishwear, and a creepy disembodied head threatening children.Perfectly normal light entertainment.Watch the translated episode here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SMwSaKXeesTheme song by Other ChrisFollow Under Consoletation on BlueSkyFollow Under Consoletation on TwitterFollow Under Consoletation on InstagramSend your thoughts to feedback@underconsoletation.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Problem: cats are not afraid to send a message. (Recorded on Monday, February 9, 2026.)

Episode Eleven – Back To The Groove

Eric and Steve help a long-suffering Jets fan and a caller with an unfortunate group nickname. Plus, a feel-good follow-up from Ep 225 "Real Magic (with John E. L. Tenney)"See images from the episode here: https://www.heretohelppod.com/post/episode-258 Want to call in? Email your question to helpfulpod@gmail.com.PATREON: https://patreon.com/heretohelppodMERCH: heretohelppod.comINSTAGRAM: @HereToHelpPodIf you're enjoying the show, make sure to rate We're Here to Help 5-Stars on Apple Podcasts.Advertise on We're Here to Help via Gumball.fmSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Episode Ten – In Full Flow

Velour Garments es una marca de moda de básicos que apuesta por la calidad, la durabilidad y el diseño atemporal, demostrando que una buena prenda no necesita grandes logos ni precios de lujo para funcionar.En este nuevo episodio de Marcando Diferencias, hablamos sobre cómo Velour Garments ha construido su crecimiento desde el producto y la coherencia de marca, logrando sold out semanales desde sus inicios y altos niveles de repetición sin seguir los manuales tradicionales del marketing.Descubrirás cómo el color, el tejido y el producto se convierten en los principales activos de branding, el valor de trabajar con fábricas locales y por qué no hacer publicidad desde el principio también puede ser una decisión estratégica.Un episodio imprescindible para fundadores, marcas de moda y profesionales del e-commerce que buscan construir marcas honestas, duraderas y con identidad propia.Powered by 21NovaHost Álvaro Ruvira

Episode Nine – Velour Mode Activated

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In between full episodes we will be fielding listener questions about their renovations. So if you have a burning question send us a voice-note on Instagram at @ripitup_podcast_official or via email to ripitupearlybird@gmail.com.Items mentioned:Poly-velvetVelourBoucleMicrofibreAniline leatherDr Beckmanns Textured herringbone Support the showFollow the podcast on Instagram @ripitup_podcast_official, or follow us - Jenny is @workerscottage and Kate is @victorianrathmines

Episode Eight – Reflections in Motion

This week on Salt Lake Dirt, I'm thrilled to kick off our coverage of FilmQuest 2025 with director Joe Bandelli. We'll dive into his gripping short film, The Sequence, which screens this Halloween morning at 11:30 AM at Velour in Provo, Utah. Joe shares the intense storyline revolving around Taylor, a stay-at-home mom grappling with the repercussions of a potential infidelity, as her dream begins to manifest into reality throughout a single day.We discuss the creative process behind the film, the challenges faced during production, and the collaborative spirit between Joe and writer-producer Brian LaProcino. Joe reflects on the editing process, the importance of pacing in short films, and the technical hurdles encountered while bringing this psychological thriller to life. Thanks for tuning in!Kyler---Episode Links:Follow The Sequence on InstagramFollow Joe on InstagramJoe's Website

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Episode Seven starts on a jazzy tip with warm grooves and rolling house before building into deeper rhythms and chunky tech energy. The mix gradually opens up into melodic, uplifting territory, closing with euphoric highs from Estiva and Jody Wisternoff & James Grant. A journey that flows from playful swing to late-night lift-off.

Episode Six dives straight into raw, high-energy club territory — from hypnotic grooves and stripped-back rollers to peak-time weapons. With tracks from Tiger Stripes, Nicole Moudaber, Cloonee, and WhoMadeWho remixed by Adam Ten, this mix flows between playful, percussive tech house, deep melodic moments, and late-night warehouse power. It's a session built for dancers, movers, and anyone who craves that underground electricity. ⚡️Like the Show? Click the [Repost] ↻ button so more people can hear it!

This week, the hilarious Fortune Feimster is here!! Drew and Fortune talk on-screen smooches, Fortune's past as a debutante, being a red carpet interviewer, Velour tracksuits, the Lifetime movie that made Fortune realize she was gay, and so much more.Fortune IG: https://www.instagram.com/fortunefeimster/?hl=enFortune Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@fortunefeimster?lang=enFollow The Comment Section on IG! https://www.instagram.com/thecommentsection/Shop Off-to-College at Amazon and save on college, save the everyday Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week, the hilarious Fortune Feimster is here!! Drew and Fortune talk on-screen smooches, Fortune's past as a debutante, being a red carpet interviewer, Velour tracksuits, the Lifetime movie that made Fortune realize she was gay, and so much more.Fortune IG: https://www.instagram.com/fortunefeimster/?hl=enFortune Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@fortunefeimster?lang=enFollow The Comment Section on IG! https://www.instagram.com/thecommentsection/ Shop Off-to-College at Amazon and save on college, save the everyday Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Episode Five taps into that late-night rhythm — rolling basslines, hypnotic textures, and a warm, immersive groove from start to finish. It's a deeper, darker session shaped by club moods, introspective moments, and a nod to the timeless underground. Expect everything from Maya Jane Coles' remix of a classic, to fresh heat from Pig&Dan, Enzo Siragusa, and Mathias Kaden. One for the heads, the dancers, and the after-hours thinkers.

See him perform at The Brokerage in Bellmore tomorrow night at 7P

Interview with Velour - The Culture News

What'd you like? Send us a text.The guys are still on break. But here's your weekly dose of DL--- another improvised interview from Duck Logic's 2-hour radio show on WLUP-AM in Chicago. This time with Tim's running character named Marty Farty, a sleezy TV mogul who's starting a sleezy network filled with sleezy programming.A word of warning: it's a bit raunchy, a tad juvenile, and rated PG 13. And it's chock full of obscure references to old television shows. Don't say you haven't been warned.• Get more laughs! Visit our website ducklogiccomedy.com• Special thanks to zapsplat.com for most of our “canned” SFX Thanks for listening! Listen to more. You'll laugh... and how!

Today Daisy is joined by UK pole dancer and instructor Kitty Velour to talk about her journey from the Tumblr era to teaching sensual movement worldwide. Kitty shares the differences between UK and US strip clubs, the unique culture of strip pubs, and the challenges of censorship and financial security in the industry. We also discuss her online platform, upcoming shows, and navigating health struggles as a performer. Don't miss this insight into the world of dance, sex work, and resilience. Subscribe and leave a review!Follow KItty @kitty_velourFollow Daisy @daisyducatiFollow AM @amdavies_Support heauxprahs everywhere on yesastripper.comProduced by Makenzie Mizell | Period.

Joined by none other than lyrical masters, S.E.L (Suckers Envy Legends) and The Marvelous One, Juliani, we discuss where it all began, HipHop talk, MOB films, Elons wildin out moment and much more. 

John got a little jealous when he found out his brother-in-law bought a velour tracksuit to wear on Thanksgiving, so he got one for himself. What started off as a joke is now a very serious family tradition! We called Butch this morning to talk about his and John's new love of velour.

We're back with another juicy episode of Millennial TeaV! This week, hosts Candace, Liz, and Adrienne recap Laguna Beach Season 3, episode 10, “It's, Like, Breakup Season.” Join us as we dive into the drama surrounding Rocky and Alex's relationship, the awkward bonfire vibes, and some truly questionable fashion choices.(00:01:00) Catching Up About Halloween(00:11:53) Episode Discussion Begins (00:24:55) A Velour Jumpsuit on the Beach (00:34:44) Breakups at the Bonfire(00:47:20) Favorite Outfits and MomentsInstagram: @millennialteavFacebook: Millennial TeaV podcastTiktok: @millennialteavpodcastE-mail: millennialteav@gmail.comReddit: millennialteavpodcast YouTube: www.youtube.com/@MillennialTeaVPodcast

This week I am joined by local filmmaker, producer and all around great guy MARIO DEANGELIS to discuss FILMQUEST - the amazing local film festival coming to VELOUR in PROVO, UT October 24th - November 2nd!We discuss the festivals origins, the local film festival scene, and the project that Mario will be showcasing at the fest this year!Tickets for FILMQUEST: http://www.filmquestfest.com/Subscribe today!Sign up for Zencaster TODAY! https://zen.ai/Ax2lLiOypAMyn_rp4eoKemgLq-YYFcUzPdCT19xZh1EOFFER CODES: cultworthyVisit thecultworthy.comCultworthy LETTERBOXD: https://boxd.it/31EOb

The guys discuss seeing J. Manly as a girl dad, hunting down sean john velour sweatsuits, long-term effects of donating sperm, the truth behind plasma banks, not wanting to have too much jewelry & more! Tune into TBGP on YouTube, @RatchetStudios! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tbgp/support

Eva Oh sits down with Cherry Velour to talk torture porn, discovering fear, creating consensual non consent scenes, the challenge of sensual pleasure, the torture of the patriarchy, submission as a symptom, shattering the ego - and an impressive number of other points that they manage to squeeze into an hour of the #teakink Podcast. Watch on YouTube: https://youtube.com/evaoh More on Eva Oh: https://eva-oh.com HIGHLIGHTS: Here are the timestamps for the episode. On some podcast players you should be able to click the timestamp to jump to that time. (00:00) - Welcome. What is #teakink (00:21) - Meet Cherry Velour (00:30) - Cherry's Torture Porn (03:20) - What is the Sound of Torture? (06:20) - Can a Desire for Torture Meet Reality (07:50) - Discovering Fear (10:00) - Creating Consensual Non Consent Scenes (12:15) - Why is Fear Interesting (13:40) - Maggots and Cold Bodies of Water (15:38) - The Challenge of Sensual Sexual Pleasure (21:03) - The Desire for a 24/7 Power Dynamic (23:20) - The Torture of the Patriarchy (26:00) - Too Few Perverts in Denmark? (27.50) - The UK, A Country of Bottoms and Subs? (31:00) - Submission as a Symptom (32:55) - A Special Breed of Dominant (35:30) - The Benefits of Being Thoughtful About Kink (39:50) - Shattering the Ego (44:30) - What's next for Cherry Velour?

In this episode of the Rich Mind Podcast, host Randy Wilson interviews Brad Warren, a land banking consultant, about the investment potential of land banking. Land banking involves strategically buying land in the path of growth and holding onto it until it becomes valuable. Brad shares his personal journey of transitioning from a coaching career to becoming a land banking consultant. He emphasizes the importance of having a vision for the potential of the land and being patient for returns. Brad also highlights the expertise and support provided by Velour, the land banking company he works with. In this conversation, Brad Warren explains the process of investing in land banking from beginning to end. He discusses the initial contact through email, the Zoom meetings to gather information and answer questions, and the educational resources provided to potential investors. Brad also explains the steps of purchasing land, including the deposit, escrow, and closing. He emphasizes the low property taxes and the potential for significant returns on investment. Brad also mentions the option of using a 1031 exchange to defer capital gains taxes and the possibility of investing with others through partnerships or syndications. _____________________ Takeaways Land banking involves buying land strategically in the path of growth and holding onto it until it becomes valuable. Having a vision for the potential of the land is crucial in land banking. Investors in land banking need to be patient and wait for returns, which can take seven to ten years on average. Working with a reputable land banking company, such as Velour, provides expertise and support throughout the investment process. The process of investing in land banking involves initial contact through email, followed by Zoom meetings to gather information and answer questions. Investors are provided with educational resources, including presentations and property profiles, to help them make informed decisions. The steps of purchasing land include the deposit, escrow, and closing, with the investor receiving the deed and becoming the owner of the land. Property taxes on land are typically low, thanks to Proposition 13, and only increase by a maximum of 2% per year. Investors can also consider using a 1031 exchange to defer capital gains taxes and explore partnerships or syndications to invest with others. Referrals are rewarded with a 2% finder's fee based on the gross sales price of the property. ____________________ To learn more about Land Banking and to request the educational video mentioned in the episode, email Brad directly at brad@bradwarren.com And don't forget to mention you heard about this awesome opportunity on The Rich Mind Podcast ____________________ Ready to build a Powerful Personal Brand that stands out in the marketplace? If so head over to https://randywilsononline.com to learn more If you have any questions about anything discussed on today's episode, feel free to email me at randy@randywilsononline.com and I'll get back to you as soon as possible I'd Love to stay connected with you on Social Media…Please check out the following links to follow and connect with me on the platform of your choice YouTube Instagram LinkedIn RandyWilsonOnline.com Join the Rich Mind Community here    

Sasha Velour won RuPaul's Drag Race with her spectacular rose-petal lip sync. She wrote and illustrated The Big Reveal: An Illustrated Manifesto of Drag, drew a New Yorker cover, and sells out almost every show of her New York revue, NightGowns. So why is she taking her act down to Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and Bartlesville, Oklahoma? We talk to Velour about this season of her HBO reality show, We're Here. At a moment when drag is both beloved and reviled, a powerful cultural force and a target, we ask Velour what exactly she's looking for in those places, and what essential truth about drag is hidden in the show's title. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Amy's spontaneity can be methodical in casting spells.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Roughly forcing Jerry's head to look away, I fondled his nuts rolling them around in my fingers. "Any recent sexual activity?" When no response was forth coming, I gently cupped his testicles to prompt a reply, I questioned, "Your cock is blocked, but fellatio, cunnilingus, anal penetration are possible." Turning aside Jerry's protest, I noted, "these are prescribed questions."Jerry's response reached into the alto range. Adding "You should know," to his denial drew a squeeze."Nocturnal emissions?" I asked.Jerry smirked, "No."As I felt along Jerry's hairless pubes, I reminded him that to schedule an appointment for depilation in a month or two. I held the penis in my hand and noted that he was circumcised. Looking down at my notebook, I asked, "age at circumcision?""Y'know that it's ritually performed often on newborn males," Jerry replied, "I never got asked these questions here before.""I'm just completing information required for your chart," I remarked impersonally as I announced the entry, "Age uncertain."Feeling along the underside of the shaft from the head of the penis to its root, I feigned marveling, "The poker glows but the coals," I jiggled his nuts curled up against the body, "retreat into the cauldron."Reaching under the scrotum, I tickled his perineum, the ridge of skin which leads to the asshole. When Jerry started to sway and to murmur for more I abruptly, I broke off contact and ordered Jerry into the showers. He turned to me with a look of expectation, "The news?" Jerry folded his hands as if in prayer as he pled for reassurance."Good, I expect, now the shower," I whacked his rear as he passed me.When necessary, the Gemini, the irascible twin, can be brutally cold-blooded in dealing with an intimate and unspeakably forward in dealing with a person newly introduced.The trip to the shower when I first met my mate in my apartment also began with a whack. Fingering Jerry's Marine Corp tattoo, I murmured my admiration for his upper body physique. Jerry interrupted my doting by reminding me that he'd like to take a shower and needed to borrow soap. "You can eh, continue your examination in the shower...""I'll take that as an invitation," I exclaimed as I whipped his towel off. "I see," taking note of his building erection, I declared to Jerry, face aghast, "you like what you see.""You as well?" Jerry replied in a voice which quivered with shock.Starting to walk away with a harrumph to the shower swinging my hips with great exaggeration, I observed an unvoiced word clinging to his open mouth, `What.' Concealing my glee at Jerry's discomfort, I tossed Jerry's towel toward the bath. "You won't need this towel just yet." To Jerry's open mouthed, unspoked protest, I replied, "I have one bar of soap left. Are you joining me?" I dragged Jerry to my shower pulling him along by his penis. I marveled at its burgeoning length and growing rigidity.A Gemini moves in two directions at once. Genteel and tart, sweet and smart at the same time, like the natural actress, she can switch between roles in an instant. Positioning Jerry under a spigot in the male donor's communal shower at the clinic, I began soaping his back. "Skin silky smooth as a newborn." I complimented him on the depilation, removal of body hair, which accompanies installation of the cock blocker at the clinic."Now that you bring that up.." Jerry started to inquire about the wealthy doctor's choice of Surrogate."We're on camera," I, crushing my breasts into the rock-solid muscles of his back, tiptoed to softly whisper in his ear. Sharply changing my tone, "Arms out," I barked. My command rang off the tiled walls.A Gemini can ponder for hours over an insignificant matter and then make a snap life changing judgement. I had made my decision before I started marching Jerry to my shower. Jerry was mine."Do you," Jerry, stretching the elastic band of my thong, asked when he reached the smoked glass shower doors, "need these in there?"Swaying as I massaged his erect penis, I wondered aloud, "You seem to like me, but I don't know. I come at a high price.""Are you a ugh, a whore?" Jerry stumbled."No, I can fuck like a whore promised a bonus, but as faithful as true love," I replied stretching his poker, "I am a witch who has cast her spell. My price is higher than the classiest call girl. "By design, these," my fingers cupped his nut sack, "become mine. You keep or lose the twain, as I ordain." I deliberately used inflated language. Jerry's mouth opened agape as I released his genitalia raised my arms and twisted my body, seductively daring him in a whisper, "Seal the witch's pact, strip my thong off, with a yank."I could smell his scent rising. Had I come on too strong? Would Jerry run away?A Gemini can be a bitch and an angel, at the same time. Certainly, at the clinic Jerry was spell-bound by the prospect of money. Would he ever realize that the bullying and rough handling in the male donor's shower was for his own good. "Spread your legs. Bend over. Crack me a smile. Will you luv?"I started to drip oily soap along the base of his spine watching it slowly drip into his crack between his hairless ass cheeks, reddened with anxious anticipation. "Somehow, Sugar, sleek and smooth legs do not fit the male body." I quipped as I whacked his butt.In my shower, Jerry's face reddened not with shame but with a surge of testosterone. He reached for my elastic band of my thong, but only snapped it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I swayed my hips as I joked, "are you trying to play romantic tune on my waist band?"I finally goaded him past the point of no return. With a sweep of his powerful hands my thong was gone. I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me into the shower.In the donor's shower at fertility clinic, I had thought of dousing Jerry with cold water, but that might break whatever power my spell still held. I had to be more clever. I want to harness the current and convert it to my own purposes. Instead, watching oily soap drip into his crack, I advised him that the ointment may feel cold at first but will warm as I work it in. As I wormed my nimble fingers past Jerry's sphincter muscles, I noted dryly, "a woman's long narrow fingers make female doctors better able to conduct proctological exams."Aroused Jerry turned to me fully erect. Feeling his pulsating penis, I passed the impassive comment, "Mr. Warbler, as you see a rectal exam has certain noticeable side effects." Jerry was breathing hard. His face was flush. Would he push me to the ground, rip my thong off, bind my hands, and take me from behind--his favorite position? We looked at each other panting. Would this be our moment?My magic was there, but not strong enough to overpower the lure of financial reward. Turning away, Jerry told me to towel him down. "I need to get to the hitching post to leave my deposit.In the shower in my apartment, when I first met Jerry, I, finding myself back on my feet, released the spigot. Turning to the spray, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to moisten my lips. Jerry's feet nudged mine further apart. With one muscular arm to force me, bent over at the waist, Jerry used his other hand to guide his penis to an insertion. I gasped as his projectile glided deep inside. Jerry's poem went, "Arms grappling, legs straddling , pike portending, connection pending."With hands gripping my hips, Jerry suddenly expanded by at least an inch. Reaching his maximum extent, Jerry exploded inside me. My vaginal muscles twitched trying to keep Jerry burrowed deep inside. It was a moment I wanted to last forever. Nonetheless, Jerry's crashing rocket simply sputtered and slipped out of my socket.Leaving me face down on the floor of the shower, Jerry retrieved a towel. Covering my shoulders, Jerry whispered, "First time?""With a, ugh, a, ugh, real man," came my carefully thought out response. Reflecting on that comment years later in the fertility clinic, I, slinging a bath towel over my shoulder, readied to towel down Jerry. I chuckled to myself, real man, a double-meaning is given as a compliment. A Gemini, the twin, is pulled in two directions at the same time, in sexual preferences to women as well as men. Right after inviting Jerry down to the clinic, I found myself naked rubbing vaginal lips with a patient bringing her to orgasm for injection of seminal fluid.Dropping to my kneeling before Jerry, I remarked offhand about the state of erection, "Not fully erect. The projectile hasn't yet jutted out horizontal. A little rub-a-dub-dub will change that," I giggled as I readied to towel dry Jerry's body from the toes up. "The clinic assumes that showering," I assumed a conversational tone, "will deflate the swelling initiated by removal of the cock blocker and the genital examination. The towel girl's hands-on drying of the donor's body will reignite the natural process of arousal."Working my way up to his inner thighs, I motioned for Jerry to spread his legs to allow me to blot dry his groin. "Actually, it resulted in a competition between the shower sirens in black thongs against the towel valets in white two pieces for tip money." I lifted Jerry's penis to dab his scrotum.As the reach of my hands ran across his muscular chest, Jerry threw his head back and closed his eyes. My slow and methodical rub down palpated the armor plating of Jerry's pectoral muscles. Holding his head high and scrunching his eyes shut, Jerry demonstrated an iron discipline over his physical response to my impersonalized but intense pampering.In our home life prior to my consideration for Surrogacy, Jerry was never shy and rarely restrained. He usually wrestled me to the ground, secured my hands with my bra, stuffed my panties in my mouth and took me doggy style. How much longer could such a person maintain the discipline? How much more could any man take much less a "real man" like Jerry?Could I endure much more? To ease tension, I declared, "Though first timers can shoot their wad during the intake, the financial reward of a controlled emission at a hitching post seems to be the right magic which inspires restraint."As I lay huddled, curled up on the floor of my shower, a towel partly covering my back, my bare ass jutting out, Jerry leaned over me. "Are you OK? I tried to hide my satisfaction. He was guilty, Just about now, I figured, he'd fear I cry rape.Reaching out to Jerry with an extended hand, I, hiding my face from him, pleaded, "Help me to my feet; dry me; get me to bed. Will you?"Grunting with exaggeration, "up," Jerry yanked me to my feet. Roughly running a bath towel through my hair, Jerry lashed the towel around his fists before he rubbed my neck. When Jerry startled pummeling my breasts with his terry-cloth covered fist, I wondered if he intended to use the wet towel as a whip to flog my ass.My fears of a thrashing were unwarranted. Instead ordering me to spread my legs, Jerry threaded the towel between my legs and started rubbing the towel against my vaginal lips and my crack. "Hang on," Jerry ordered, "I hope this towel is strong enough. You're going for a ride to your bed."In the Fertility Clinic, I had thought of having Jerry towel me down, but looking at the state of his erection, I determined that to be too much temptation. Even a large bath towel draped around my body after I removed my wet thong, left most of my ass open to view. I looked up at the security camera with a wink and a smile. "You'll get a good show," I promised.Security people didn't mind helping me trying to find good pictures of myself. I had intended to assemble images of myself undressing in the locker, walking nude to the shower, showering, and submitting to practice with the sperminator, returning to the locker nude along the catwalk, and dressing in my risqué Crop Top and low cut shorts to go home. Explaining my script of the fantasy drew a comment from the guard, "A nice stimulant for a quiet night shift."As Jerry and I prepared to leave the shower in the clinic, Jerry, shaking his head gravely doubted needing, "much stim. I'll come as soon as you link me to the hitching post."When I led Jerry down the ramp into the subterranean level where the new the solarium and sauna had been installed, I advised Jerry, "Deem yourself honored. You are first to use this new amenity."In my bedroom, I held onto Jerry so tightly our lips locked as he carried me on the towel to my bed. Riding atop the towel rubbing into my vagina and crack, I felt the tectonic shock waves of an intense orgasm approaching.Suddenly we crashed onto the bed. Jerry lay on the bed next to me. I seized the opportunity. In a flash I rolled over and landed on top, straddling Jerry. Feeling along Jerry's shaft sticky with his sap and my lubricants, pulsating with a new erection, I declared, "I ought to tuck this in before it dissipates.""Tuck for a fuck," Jerry grunted as I lowered my body onto his pulsating member. "Ah," I expressed my satisfaction as Jerry's probe explored my depths. My vaginal muscles clamped down squeezing his projectile forcing it to elongate inside me. As soon as I drew him in up to the root of his penis, I began slowly at first lifting my body until the head of Jerry's penis was teased barely in contact, then off, crashing down swallowing the length of his penis inside.Raising my arms, I yelled, "Ride em cow girl." With each undulation, I increased the speed. As he was about to cum, Jerry grabbed my hips and tried to hold them to avoid slipping out. But I was in control. I timed my oscillations so that when Jerry went into his final surge his penetration barely crested my vagina lips. "Damn," I thought aloud, as Jerry's sap drained onto his belly, "I just washed the sheets."Entering the Fertility Clinic's solarium with Jerry, I commented, "the smoky blue lighting shooting up from fixtures along the floor reflecting off the glass walls give this room a spooky feeling at night."Looking around, Jerry asked, "Are you sure we should be in here?"To Jerry's witty remark that sun porches were not generally intended for night use, I chuckled in disbelief, "If the Clinic can sell training films, human breast milk and man-sap and rent women's bodies for Surrogacy, it will market anything that can be produced on premises." Pointing to the mat on the floor, I told Jerry to lie and to don an electronic visor. "I know you prefer to fantasize doing the animalistic doggy-styled hitching post, but I'd like to watch you christen the solarium in the passive cowgirl style. Beside that attachment was easier for me to drag in here."You know," Jerry reminded me, "Female riding atop subordinates me."Despite the protest, financial reward or the hope of it was powerful magic. Obediently dropping to the floor, Jerry lay supine. As I assisted him placing the visor on his head, Jerry asked about the news. "After you make the deposit," I promised."Hurry," Jerry pleaded."Patience," I reminded Jerry.Reviewing scores of recordings for selections of security camera segments for inclusion in my fantasy overtaxed my patience far beyond what I expected. Other than the stock training films, I realized it'd be easier to stage other scenes.My conspirator in security suggested that I'd be able to indulge in a bust of creativity by creating a film rather than trawling through archives: "You arrive in one of your new revealing outfits. I prefer the black cropped top and matching mesh Minnie skirt with black net stockings. Hips swinging, you present full-frontal nudity sashaying on the catwalk to the shower where you furiously masturbate under the spray. After a provocative toweling, we throw in the training film sequence. Give'em a good wiggle with a rear view as you shake that booty down the catwalk to leave. Title it a `Tough Day at the Office.'""`A Tough Day at the Office,' indeed," I exclaimed, "might take more than a few seconds to produce.""A labor of love," my conspirator replied with a snide smile."Or appealing to your prurient interest," I protested the guard's request for a private show to make the film. As a Gemini being of two minds at the same time, the paradox was intriguing. For the sake of love, I would be giving my friend in security a private show for his amusement. "Dr. Velour, the facility director?" I asked."The director is preparing to move

The Beauty PageantBy thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On stage, Gloria towering over me insisted on hearing my husband Jerry's reaction to enforced chastity, "What virile man wants his cock in a blocker while his wife is fertilized?""The decision was joint," I retorted."Really?" Gloria expressed shock. "Your guy's nuts were locked down," Gloria laughed, "after you guys weighed the alternatives and made a joint decision. You are married to a saint.""As close as any man could be," I retorted. "Like a prince, we kissed as his pubes were vaporized and his phallus was encased in the cock-blocker."Gloria declared, "Nurse Warbler is right! Most guys don't mind pussification. They get to jerk off and hang out in a gym. Those too lazy to shower have an excuse not to bathe..." Gloria's voice trailed off into a laugh. Turning to me and the college girl, Gloria asked, "How did your guy take the good news of pussification?"When I outlined Cindy's proposal to my husband Jerry, Jerry believed, "It is generous. I could launch myself into a consulting business, but the sacrifice is all yours. You have to decide.""Hmm," I replied, "Oh, the sacrifice is yours as well. The clinic doesn't pretend we're eh, you're capable of voluntary abstinence. You get pussified, pubes shaven and cock blocked. The cock block only comes off at the clinic to release of eh, tensions, to use the gym, and to shower."In the treatment room, looking down at Cindy's bare back as she crouched on her hands and knees on the table, I commented "`non-surgical temporary sterilization, hmm, why don't you just call it pussification?" I lifted one of Cindy's arms and then the other to sweep the hospital gown away, leaving her naked in my presence for the first time. My hands had migrated toward the base of the spinal column. I was now manipulating the muscles of her butt."Pussification!" Cindy turned her head to look at me beaming with a big smile. "In medical school, we learn how to express simple concepts in the most opaque manner. The medical term might be an anti-androgenal agent designed to produce male infertility on a temporary basis."Sighing with relief at the release of taut muscles in her butt, Cindy mumbled about the relief of stress."And were you able to come up with a medical therapy?" I continued chatting."The risks of chemical castration," Cindy murmured, "brittle bones, fractures, arterial disease, and cardiac complications are too great and the benefits of lower ejaculate too insignificant to warrant use.""So, chemical castration is ineffective?" I asked."Only excising both testes permanently renders the man incapable of impregnating a female," Cindy advised, "temporary removal, storage, and replacement through micro-surgery is not cost-effective."As Cindy lectured, I reached for the depilatory cream. Placing my left hand to press down on her lower spine, I reached under Cindy's pelvis to spread the defoliant between her legs across her lower abdomen in an arc sweeping through her mound and the crease between her vaginal lips. As the cream vaporized pubes, Cindy cooed. "I never expected that this would be so relaxing on such a trying day."Taking a deep breath, Cindy continued her explanation of rejecting an anti-androidal medication, "The expedient of enforced chastity through application of an inexpensive device which prevents erection, ejaculation and penetration is far more effective form of --."Gently whacking Cindy on the butt, I suggested, "Pussification."My wise-crack made Cindy laugh so hard that tears welled in her bright blue eyes. "I needed that," Cindy acknowledged, "on a day that went so bad on which I had to make a hard choice."Meeting Dr. Velour poolside, she commented on my bikini bottoms, "I see your menstrual cycle has resumed. I have been concerned that women who use that implant which stays the cycle might find difficulty when it returns.""No worse than my pussified husband suffers," I sighed, "With both on the rag, hopefully we won't kill each other.""It's hard on the guy whose dick is locked down in the sling--during first few days," Gloria told the naked women assembled on stage. But in Surrogate's pool, it's the most effective form of birth control. At first, the guy is crotchety, irritable and bad-tempered. Once the guy gets in the routine of visiting the clinic to be hitched to a post for a mechanical release, the nastiness goes away."On stage, Gloria speculated, "Getting hitched to a post and jerked off becomes addicting to men. After pregnancy is confirmed, the chastity shield can come off, but the guy will prefer coming here.""Indeed!" I responded."After a few months of the hitching post," Gloria claimed, "You might as well have your guy castrated. He's useless. Besides--the sperminator is more dependable." Shrugging her shoulders to jiggle her nipples, Gloria smiled, "Fair exchange, he gets a mechanical cunt and I get a cock that won't go limp."I replied pithily, "Two hearts, one dream."Turning to me in the treatment room with an inviting smile, Cindy breathlessly whispered, "Say nothing. Help me off the table. Strip off your sweaty clothes off. Let's chill together." Cindy assured me, "No one will see us. No one's down in the visitor's shower at this hour. We'll have plenty of time alone."In the shower, Cindy giggled when my boobs bounced as she tore my sweaty top over my head. My bottoms swept away, I was standing in front of her in panties. Cindy spreading her legs partially squatting, stroked her clit. "Role reversal," Cindy declared, "you're prissy missy and I'm the frisky fox."Clutching me in a tight embrace, she assured me, as she stretched and snapped the elastic band of my panties, "To say yes to bliss, just plant a kiss, don't do me wrong and string me along."Advised, "eh, acquiring both Jerry and me requires his consent," Cindy paused peeling off my panties.Cindy pulled back. Her soft blue eyes turned steely. Her voice lost its silly giggle. Sweetness left her voice when her tone turned harsh into the bite of command when she demanded, "With the kind of money, I pay Dr. Velour, I'm entitled to a happy ending." She paused for emphasis. With hands on hips, sugary sweetness gone she barked, "Top me off."When I reported the scope of Cindy's demand to Dr. Velour in a pool side conference, I expressed dismay, "Cindy doesn't want to merely rent out my belly, she wants to buy me and castrate my husband."A grim look crossed Dr. Velour's face. Dr. Velour spoke hesitantly, "Cindy, eh, Dr. Craft is in line for a grant to adapt my sperminator, interface it with the male reproductive organ as a prosthetic device after orchidectomy-eh castration. It's quite an opportunity.""At the expense of neutering my husband," I protested."Jerry could become the ultimate modern man, with detachable nuts," Dr. Velour declared, "potent when you need him; harmless at other times.""That comes at a heavy price," I replied, "to both Jerry and me.""Your husband would create a consulting company," Dr. Velour reminded me. "I'll ask Dr. Craft about funding for a healthy volunteer. The 26 year old man is an appealing poster boy competing for grant money, but perhaps there is room for other subjects. You'll stand on stage as a prospective Surrogate?"On-stage, red-haired Gloria complained, "I wonder when someone is going to show up. We've been freezing our butts off for more than an hour.""I think we're just being strung along." I said with resignation.Eventually one of the women from admin came down to the theatre to tell us to dress and go home. Gloria smirked, "We're such sheep we have to be reminded to dress before we go out on the street."In days ahead. to my surprise, I didn't hear directly from Cindy but busy with my work wondered how much longer I should punish myself by teasing Jerry.Filling the doorway in a gown which barely reached her mid-thigh, Gloria beamed triumphantly as she stood on the scales and announced, "I'm here for 'The Big One.' And I specifically asked for you.""I'm honored," I replied."Well, I got selected. I meet the doctor--a single parent--who inspected us on stage," Gloria advised me, "It was a touch choice, this Dr. Craft told me. Good deal, promise of a plenty of benefits.""I'm very happy for you," I replied. I wasn't surprised. After `The Beauty Pageant,' I had switched on the implant anticipating the removal of Jerry's chastity shield.Oh, it works out well all around," Gloria informed me, "Dr. Velour plans to branch out. She's in line for government funding to develop a sperminator into a fake dick for men who lose their balls." Looking around the room, Gloria added, "She hasn't decided how long she'll hold onto this place.""Detachable nuts!" I exclaimed, "Now women need not beg off sex with the 'I'm on my period' excuse.""What did I tell ya, sweetie?" Gloria hugged me, pressing fleshy breasts into mine as she stepped off the scales, "Despite the attraction of a young one with a flat tummy, seasoned birthers are more reliable."With a sharp whack to her butt, I ordered her on the examination table. "With your experience, you know the drill. Lay on your back, raise your knees and spread 'em.""I am in a hurry, Dr. Velour has referred my husband to a specialist, I'd like to go along, but...," Gloria start to protest."Then lets get down to work," I spoke in a firm, but pleasant tone as pushed her legs further apart."Now it's open wide enough," I noted as I led the fingers of her right hand to stroke her clit. "Press it down like a button," I whispered. The thumb of her other hand massaged the creases between her vaginal while her fingers explored the widened tunnel. "Work it hard, I'll fetch the sperminator."Down in the subterranean level, I obtained the device from Dr. Velour's office. I called Jerry to get him to drop by for a shower. Quelling his protests, I affirmed, "I have news-it's important." When breathlessly, Jerry promised to come right over."Something we've been both waiting for, but we'll have more privacy to discuss it at 9:30PM."I smiled in reflection. I'd use a women's greatest strength: overcome brute force with finesse. I'd ride Jerry's cock raw my way, cowgirl style.Returning to the treatment room, I found Gloria's freckled skin burnished bright red and drenched in sweat. Gloria demanded, "Ram it in. Cram it in before I explode."While I held up the spermiator and prepared to plunge it in, Gloria moved her hands to play with her breasts. After a pause, I smiled at the whizzing sound of the vibrating spermator as I thrust it spermantor inside her. The thumb of my free hand pressed on her clit. "It's like a on-off switch," I joked as Gloria suddenly went an orgasmic, lifting her ass and crashing it against the table.How long that went on I'm unsure. When Gloria nudged me awake, I was naked except for my white sneakers, standing bent over the examining table vaginas lips locked tightly together by Gloria's long legs. Released I staggered to my feet."Tomorrow, same time," Gloria kissed me as she donned her gown to leave, "I swear you entered me." Shaking her head, Gloria sighed, "They say that's myth; it doesn't happen, but I know it does.""Glad to be of service," I slapped her rump as she passed by me. Giggling, she jumped.It was easy to switch some hours with the nursing assistant assigned to the late-night crew. Warning me as she prepared to leave, "You're it: inspector, shower girl, towel girl and escort. After 9:30PM, the most you'll get is one or two sperm donors. Almost never, you get a surrogate.""Guys tip better," I noted.After an evening rush, by 8pm there was only an occasional visitor. Clad in a thong towel loosely slung over my shoulder, I stood in the male donor's locker, reading a book. When Jerry entered, I threw aside the towel dangling my boobs.. "You know the drill, hun," I said in an impersonal tone without looking up. I stifled the protest which was starting to form on Jerry's lips, "Faster if you please," I looked down at my electronic chart, "Mr.Warbler, in all honesty, too late for feigned modesty, or play strip tease," I paused to ring out in a cadence, "jeans and top, shoes and socks,, everything off, totally defrocked , down to bare anatomy//To get your cock unblocked."Standing hands on hips, bare but for the triangular shield covering his male accoutrements, Jerry looked away as I pushed the button. "Your cock blocker is released," pointing to a cylindrical container, I directed, "remove it. I need to examine your erectile tissue." I deliberately used inflated terminology.Hesitating, Jerry questioned, "Do you think-I mean, should we-are you authorized to?" The tone of hopeful anticipation entered his voice, "Your news?""I have important news but first," I barked an order, "Like everybody else, assume the position for genital inspection," I commanded. "Quickly," I urged him, "Hands behind your head, feet apart."Kneeling to tease his penis with my finger, I teased Jerry, "Look it grows. OK into the shower.As Jerry turned to go to the shower, I condescendingly patted his butt. I marveled that stealth surmise and cunning can overcome superior physical strength all the time.Chapter 11: Casting My SpellWearing only a thong with a towel slung over my shoulders, I switched some hours with another nursing assistant to cover the late-night shift at the Fertility clinic. My bare boobs bounced peering out from under the towel as I shifted my weight. The evening had been slow, only an occasional donor to be freed from the cock blocker, showered towelled and led to a hitching post. Most of the evening was spent sitting around in the locke

Patient Modesty in the clinic..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In one of my asides with Dr. Velour in the employees' shower, I informed Dr. Velour, "Like most women, Cindy removes the hair from her arm pits and legs, but Cindy clings to the hospital gown when I try to pull it below her navel. How am I going to remove her pubic hair?"At Dr. Velour's suggestion, I gotten rid of Cindy's pubic hair by applying the depilatory cream around her pubis as she presented her rear end while she rested on hands and knees. "In her mind," Dr. Velour accurately predicted, "faced away from you, Cindy won't feel exposed..."In the treatment room, Cindy knotted her faint eyebrows in surprise. "Usually, you whip the gown off and order me crouch on hands and knees to present my heinie."I sighed. "You've a partner but," I observed, "It seems somehow you have never before been naked in the presence of another person."Holding her hand out to touch my arm, Cindy asked, "You're with a guy, but I take it, don't be offended, it's just a feeling, you like girls too. What's it like to be with a guy, to have his juice inside you?""It's a risk," I held her hand. "Guys aren't always as clean or careful as we might like, You know that.""Then, why a man?' Cindy asked."It's hard to explain," I replied, "the brain winks out; you're in instinct driven override. My husband Jerry and I strung together a ditty one night: `Skin aflush, Lips touch, Hands clutch, Bodies crush.'""It's that simple?" Cindy laughed."To override good sense, your senses must be overloaded," I explained, "The trill goes on, 'Scent seducing, Rapid respiring, Furies flaring, Blood bubbling, Dairies dazzling.""Dairies dazzling?" Cindy chuckled. "Or dangling? I guess I wouldn't do well with a man. I don't have that much up top to appeal to a guy.""Mother nature provides," I chuckled, "At each stage, the next one comes that much quicker, "When stimulated, female breasts enlarge. They fill with blood during arousal and intercourse," I teased her nipples as I recited the verse, "There's a certain structural bias imparted by my husband the engineer, `Scent alluring,, Emotions engaging,, Heartbeat surging,, Piston projecting, Port awakening.'""Engineering mixed into biology?" Cindy questioned."Anatomy, Jerry tells me, is the model of man-made structures," I informed Cindy."But what of women-made physical edifice?" Cindy chided me."One never knows what will happen when two heads," I chuckled, "come together in," I continued the poem, "A silent hush, Furies rush, A storm burst, A final thrust , comes the gush.""And that's it?" Cindy asked."Usually, the guy cums and the gal has to finish herself off," I reflected, "These are my lines: `my body inflamed , tho' his sap be drained , his fires slake , I make mine quake!""And still you prefer men?" Cindy prodded me."It's the thrill of letting go, experiencing the risk, dirt, disease, pregnancy and not caring," I exclaimed."Birth Control?" Cindy asked.I shook my head. "Even the pill isn't fail-safe and in the throes of ecstasy, intoxication or just plain exhilaration, you let go; your body takes over; primal instinct reigns; you really don't care.""Fucking is so much fun," Cindy suggested, "you don't give a flying fuck.I tied that into the intended treatment. "Dr. Velour's treatment protocol is based on that very premise that impregnation is more likely if the woman allows her body to take over just like in natural intercourse.""How do I do that?" Cindy asked.Taking a breath for fortitude, I rendered instructions, "First, you must relax." I moved closer to speak directly to Cindy, "I'm not going to bite. Could you spread your legs just a little further apart?"The pale white skin of Cindy's face burnished a deep scarlet when I smiled at her pitiable effort to spread her legs. Running my hands up her inner thighs, I splayed her legs. "Jerry my engineer husband says the legs are like the legs of a protractor. It's unwise to pull them more than 120 degrees apart."Cindy's sweet blue eyes followed my hands as they felt along her lower smooth abdomen brushing her labia reaching toward her inner thighs. She thrust her genitalia upward when I deliberately bypassed and teased her slit. "No matter, we'll try something different today." I smiled. I gently massaged the crease between Cindy's labia and worked my way toward her clit.Hands behind her head, nipples erect, Cindy stretched out on the table. Was she a couple of inches taller? Had she gained a cup size? I wondered.As I removed my hand Cindy pled, "Oh, please God, don't dare stop!"Taking Cindy's hands, I placed Cindy's right hand on her clit and her left inside her vagina searching for the G spot. "Work yourself hard," I ordered, "you deserve it."Excusing myself from the room with the claim that I had to retrieve an instrument, I went to fetch Dr. Velour. I found Dr. Velour in the gym, nude working out. Surprise filled Dr. Velour's face when I came into her view. "Nurse Warbler, you need to get out of those sweat drenched clothes. A shower to cool off is what the doctor ordered.""I've got Cindy working her way to an orgasm," I reported, "I need you to do the injection. It took a lot to get her into a state where she's physically ready to allow her body to override her brain and conceive. It's now or never!""This is unexpected!" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "I'm hardly dressed for the procedure."In frustration, I declared, "I've done much more than I ever expected or wanted to do to accomplish the task: impregnation." I shook my head. "Let me take Cindy into the female visitor's shower. We can do her in the shower," I demanded."Do her?" Dr. Velour seemed surprised."In the shower you'd be perfectly attired to accomplish the task," I observed wryly, "Wouldn't you agree?"I recruited a male nursing assistant about ready to go off duty to help me lift Cindy off the table and guide her into the shower. "Patient is here for impregnation," I noted as we each led Cindy, her fingers furiously stimulating her clit, to the showers. "Hopefully, Dr. Velour will arrive with the sap in time," I declared."I can't help you there. Dr. Velour locks down male nurses in chastity before they can enter the female ward or deal with Surrogates," the male assistant smiled, as we put Cindy, still stimulating herself in pre-orgasmic euphoria, under a spigot.The heat was overbearing. I pulled my top off and tossed my bra in the corner. "The shower should be warm enough to keep her revved up," I assured myself as I stepped out of the bottom and went under the spigot with Cindy.My colleague commented. "Fortunately, not cold enough to turn a hot girl in heat, off." Looking me over, my colleague rendered a candid appraisal, "cute lime green thong matches the color of the scrubs."Standing facing Cindy, I found myself running on the momentum of arousal. Dropping my thong, I slipped my fingers down my abdomen, between my legs into my clit. I swayed in synch with Cindy. Our chests heaved in unison. My lips puckered, blowing Cindy a kiss.Our lips met. Her tongue invaded my mouth We manually simulated ourselves furiously. I became aware that Dr. Velour had entered the room holding a syringe. Was it a foot long and an inch in diameter? Would that fit inside Cindy's love port? I wondered.My boss, Dr. Velour, was here but I didn't care. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Dr. Velour hand the syringe to the male assistant. Would he administer the man-sap?I felt the pads of a woman's long narrow fingers gently lubricating my sphincter with circular motions going deeper with each rotation. Dr. Velour's breasts pushed against my hip as she pulled Cindy's vagina toward mine. Was this part of the procedure? I wondered.Even if the stranger's sperm was not inserted in me, I may have reached a new level in which the demand and sacrifice was something I may never have assented to in advance. Nonetheless, I deemed myself true to Jerry.I felt a quaking deep inside me start to rumble from the depths of my body shoot into my uterus causing exhilarating contractions, growing in intensity until I crashed senselessly on the shower floor. I fell asleep as the water dripped upon us, my head resting comfortably on Cindy's soft breasts.When I awoke, I found myself alone. The female visitor's showers were dark. The water was turned off. A blanket was thrown over my bare body. My sneakers were gone; my feet were bare. My scrubs were nowhere to be seen. I had no idea what time it was.A lone towel and a bar of soap sat on a rack. I supposed that was a hint.It was as if I was in a vision as I showered down. I worked the bar of soap in my hands into frothy, sudsy cream bubbling with bubbles. When I spread the creamy soapsuds over my shoulders into my smooth underarms, I appraised myself. In a few days, my armpits would need attention.I ran the bubbly mix across my chest, gently working the cream into my breasts, teasing my nipples with the pads of my fingers. Letting my hands wander, I reached my pubic mound.Bristle was starting to grow in coarse. My pubic hair had been removed in a training exercise here at the clinic. It was itchy but Jerry preferred hairy pubes. Whenever I felt guilty about something, I tried to accommodate Jerry.Though tempted, I resisted recapturing the mood. Instead I chose to reach behind me. I spread the foam over my bare ass into my crack.With a sigh, I ceased stimulating myself and allowed the falling water to carry the suds off. I lowered my head to watch the stream of bubbles carried off into the drain in the floor.Alighting from the shower, I found myself on the catwalk in the darkened female wing. Over in the male wing, I could see lights were still on. As I walked on the catwalk, I could hear Dr. Velour below in the subterranean gym chatting with some male donors who were using some of the exercise equipment. Dr. Velour was nude as per her rules for female usage of the facility.What would Dr. Velour's reaction be? Had giving into the feelings of the moment led to failure? What would Dr. Velour do or say? I wondered. I prepared to defend myself. After all! Dr. Velour had engaged with me in bringing Cindy to orgasm and had withheld administration of the man juice."Oh Nurse Warbler," Dr. Velour greeted me, nodding to her male companions sporting only an athletic supporters to leave us, "Cindy and her partner are pleased with progress. They've requested you shower with Cindy when she arrives in the facility. This will acclimate her to a certain amount of social nudity. It will lead to more overtime. Join me in the pool for a quick dip before you dress to go home?"I wasn't surprised. Bowing my head, I muttered with resignation, "As I go one each new step here at the clinic brings us to a new level in which the next demand for an even greater sacrifice soon follows."Chapter 10: The Choice.I was standing on the stage with six other naked women. The foot lights shone right in our face. We couldn't see our audience. It didn't matter. From this beauty pageant, Dr. Velour's preferred clients would pick a Surrogate from one of the bare assed and bare footed females on display. I already knew that Dr. Velour's intended guests would be Alison and Cindy, a sperm-less pair, the current 'correct term' for a lesbian couple who wanted to start a family.A while back, Dr. Velour presented the problem to me in one of her casual asides in the subterranean pool that the clinic provided as a diversion offered to male donors and female surrogates as well as employees. Looking out on the work on the adjacent solarium and sauna, Dr. Velour waved her hand as she visualized her dream, "Right what's just a ditch will bring natural sunlight to the subterranean level.""Naturality," Dr. Velour shook her head, "has its advantages." Turning to carefully studying my bare body, Dr. Velour paused to nod approvingly at my freshly depilated pubes. Dr. Velour noted, "I hope our informal, poolside tete-a-tetes in the natural state promote openness, honesty and trust.""It would save on the laundry bill," I hid my reservations in a joke."Let's talk about your patient Cindy." Dr. Velour began, "Her partner-Oh, the sperm-less pair plans to marry and produce a child-is concerned. Cindy's obsessive modesty is noticeable even at home. Cindy responds well to you. Her partner believes you can bring Cindy to accept an injection with the specialized syringe I designed-you call it --...""The sperminator," I reminded Dr. Velour. Chuckling, I added, "A little dose, we say, brings on 'The Big one,' pregnancy.""Sperminator! `The Big One!'" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "My nursing assistants, a bunch of cards, have devised a cute but sophomoric expression to describe my ingenious design. My invention combines the injectant power of a syringe with thrusting power of a dildo and the stimulation of a vibrator. The sperminator delivers warm sperm into a body in orgasmic convulsions, replicating the euphoria of natural intercourse," Dr. Velour explained."No sperminator natural or artificial," I replied, "can bring 'The Big One' to Cindy, eh, impregnate her if she won't be seen naked.""Cindy trusts you. Work on it." After a pause, Dr. Velour suggested, "Join me at the end of your shift for a swim?" Dr. Velour requested.Weeks later, on stage, I was wondering how did I end up on display? Upon graduation with a degree in an Industrial Psychology, I had been promised a position in management at the clinic. I should be behind a desk studying the motivations of the naked women flapping their lips around me. Only last month, I was leading candidates for selection on stage. Somehow, the wistful plaint crossed my mind: when one door closes another one opens. The direction of my work at the Fertility Clinic had shifted in stages during my treatment with Cindy, the seemingly diffident partner in a eh, spermless pair.

Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think?  No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.

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Trill Withers FAILS at Wheel of Fortune in this hilarious Best of The Week!! Join Trill Withers, Coley Mick, Scoob, Jam Packard and YC in this compilation of the best moments of the Trill Withers Show!! They kick off the show reacting to the hilarious viral clip of an Indiana University student failing at Wheel of Fortune. They then watch some young AAU players break the basketball code as they showboat their way across the court and remember Coach Longshirt pinning his own players layup. Scoob then presents his questionable theory on history and the gang criticizes Bob Meyers podcasting skills during his episode with Steph Curry. Finally, your favorite quad box rips off some rapid fire segments with Who you crappin, stories of Velour, Bill Simmons hot takes and Coley's unfortunate realization that he did not win the lottery. Please consider liking and subscribing to help grow the show!!!!   FULL VIDEO EPISODE: https://youtu.be/TxBlv2T3BVY Like, Subscribe AND Watch LIVE on YouTube M-F 12-3ET to chat along with us and check out the clips for our best moments so far! Give @UnderdogFantasy a follow as well for more from our buds! CUT TO IT WITH STEVE SMITH SR. AND COLEY MICK: Cut To It - YouTube COLEY AND KLEW'S START/SIT SHOW SUNDAY 12-1ET: Underdog Fantasy - YouTube

Jeremy whips out his RV caulk at parties, Gary is a map projection expert, Tyson moulds minds on the earths shape, and our punkin cake, Cameron, tips over velour ropes at the bank. The Bush League Podcast is hosted by Gary Godfrey, Tyson Theriault, Jeremy Bourque, and Cameron Hare. They are four life-long friends who laugh, joke, tell stories, and make fun of each other. So listen to the show that's about nothing, and everything.

Get $25 off each pair with offer code LinusTechTips at https://www.vessi.com/linustechtips Timestamps: (Courtesy of NoKi1119 -- Note: Timestamps may be off due to sponsor change) 0:00 Chapters 1:15 Intro 1:46 Topic #1 - Framework products updates 1:55 Framework's mainboard for sale, Apple's influence 5:33 Framework's mainboard schematics 7:54 Luke skeptical he will get his Steam Deck 9:06 Linus shows his OneXPlayer Mini GUNDAM, specs 12:28 Protecting IP via policies while allowing repairs 17:56 Discussing EOL, warranty & bankruptcy 23:23 LTTStore embroidered woman merch, MEMELORD promo 25:54 Topic #2 - Finalizing the new labs 26:12 Luke calls out Linus, Linus counter-calls out Luke 28:46 Linus spoils Luke with laptops 30:12 Moving to labs, writers & staff 32:54 Luke is NOT poor, stocks & investment 35:28 House update 41:42 Duvetyne, commando Cloth, Velour, Linus calls article out 43:04 Cole-Bar hammer, comparing to NFTs 44:56 From high school to PhD, first WAN show 46:22 Sponsors 49:40 Topic #3 - Elon Musk's Twitter saga 49:56 Anthony's sassy notes on the topic 51:06 Linus on bots in Twitter, neither are interested 53:34 Elon Musk on "initiate and execute lawsuits" 53:58 Tesla releases service & cables manuals 54:47 Linus's iconic clapping 56:44 Merch Messages #1 56:53 Decent priced keyboard with swappable switches 59:00 Keeping in touch with former LMG employees 1:02:06 Anxiety in front of camera or crowds 1:06:04 Game items compared to movies 1:17:33 Topic #4 - Microsoft patent for verifying media 1:18:18 Explaining the patent 1:20:08 Nintendo attempts to sponsor, Linus's response 1:26:11 Topic #5 - Nvidia's rumored 40xx series 1:26:44 Specifications & prices 1:27:32 AMD states their GPUs are better for performance per $$$ 1:29:34 Linus & Luke on better encoders 1:30:24 Merch Messages #2 1:30:30 Taking care of your beard 1:33:06 Games Linus plays with his kids 1:34:28 Ideas they wanted to do but couldn't justify 1:36:55 Outro