Podcasts about wetness

Is it a healthy boundary, or are you just pushing something good away? In today's episode, I'm getting very real about the breakup I just went through, how hard it was to walk away from something that felt safe, and the deep emotional battle between fear and alignment. I'm reading straight from my journal after ending the relationship, and sharing what finally gave me clarity. Then, I'm answering a listener's question about what to do when someone shows up the right way and it still freaks you out. Honestly I am going to need to make a part 2, because after watching it back, I might be looking at things differently...I'll end it with a wild “one's gotta go” segment, because f**k it.Work with me, sign up for the newsletter, or take the dating quiz: ⁠⁠https://confidencechris.com/Chapters: 00:00 Intro: Boundaries vs Self-Sabotage + Post Break up Journal44:52 Overcoming Sabotaging Peaceful Partners After Toxic Relationships55:18 Pick 2: Tightness, Wetness, Balanced PH

Retired National Weather Service meteorologist Hugh Johnson speaks with Sean Bernyk and Lennox Apudo about rain, floods, and a wet week.

Another Paternity Leave Installment, and we bring out the big guns this time... As mentioned over the past few weeks, this is content that's been behind the Patreon paywall for a while. Patreon payments are frozen for the time being. New Munchies technically can't join as paying members until that's unpaused, but it looks as though a few resourceful fans have figured out a work-around where you can join as a free member and upgrade from there to a paid account which charges you for one month and unlocks the back catalog behind the respective tier of the paywall. After that first payment, you won't be charged again until we're dropping new content (which we'll warn everyone is coming).Did you know that Liv tells a suspect that she knows he “stabbed the Captain with a pickle?” That's no typo. It's in this beautiful episode of television.The fates (and by fates, we mean episode.lol, built for us by friend of the pod, Flet) elected to bestow upon the world the Valentine's Day gift of Wetness—specifically S12E5 “Wet,” which is truly one of the most balls-to-the-wall, front-to-back utterly insane episodes the Munchie Boys have embarked upon in a podcast brimming to the top with insane installments. Moving past its fantastic name, this SVU is centrally concerned with:SexProwl, a professionally conceived “YouTube of sex” wherein true douchebros have a followingSoda being little more than poison for our youthCorporations trying to buy up our water supply and the dastardly tactics they'll employ to meet their goalsFungi, which should never be used to hurt anyoneThe true horrors that inherited wealth wreak upon the rest of the world, namely bad performance art, unwarranted cocksurety, jewelry-related guilting, unloving guardianship, drug addiction, and the framing of innocent mycologists for murderSeriously. Mushrooms, soda being poison, water rights, and horrible rich people. And it gives David Krumholtz a truly Krumholtzian role to jazz rant his way through. This is all a gift to humankind, and we're glad to be here for it.Sources:Mushroom - WikipediaAmanita Muscaria - PsychonautLeasing the Rain - William Finnegan for The New Yorker, March 31, 2002Corn Subsidies in the US from 1995-2020 - EWG Farm Subsidy DatabaseMusic:Divorcio Suave - “Munchy Business”Thanks to our gracious Munchies on Patreon: Jeremy S, Jaclyn O, Amy Z, Nikki B, Diana R, Tony B, Zak B, Barry W, Drew D, Nicky R, Stuart, Jacqi B, Natalie T, Robyn S, Christine L, Amy A, Sean M, Jay S, Briley O, Asteria K, Suzanne B, Tim Y, Douglas P, John P, John W, Elia S, Rebecca B, Lily, Sarah L, Melsa A, Alyssa C, Johnathon M, Tiffany C, Brian B, Kate K, Whitney C, Alex, Lauren A, Jannicke HS, Giselle V, Roni C, and Nourhane B - y'all are the best!Be a Munchie, too! Support us on Patreon: patreon.com/munchmybensonBe sure to check out our other podcast diving into long unseen films of our guests' youth: Unkind Rewind at our website or on YouTube, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to podcastsFollow us on: BlueSky, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Threads, and Reddit (Adam's Twitter/BlueSky and Josh's Twitter/BlueSky/Letterboxd/Substack)Join our Discord: Munch Casts ServerCheck out Munch Merch: Munch Merch at ZazzleCheck out our guest appearances:Both of us on: FMWL Pod (1st Time & 2nd Time), Storytellers from Ratchet Book Club, Chick-Lit at the Movies talking about The Thin Man, and last but not least on the seminal L&O podcast …These Are Their Stories (Adam and Josh).Josh debating the Greatest Detectives in TV History on The Great Pop Culture Debate Podcast and talking SVU/OC and Psych (five eps in all) on Jacked Up Review Show.Visit Our Website: Munch My BensonEmail the podcast: munchmybenson@gmail.comThe Next New Episode Once We're Back from Adam's Paternity Leave Will Be: Season 16, Episode 14 "Intimidation Game"Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/munch-my-benson-a-law-order-svu-podcast--5685940/support.

Listen as Paul Abernathy, CEO, and Founder of Electrical Code Academy, Inc., the leading electrical educator in the country, discusses electrical code, electrical trade, and electrical business-related topics to help electricians maximize their knowledge and industry investment.In this episode, Paul is asked to explain the interpretation of Dry, Damp, and Wet Locations and how to tell which is which. Now, clearly this can have different interpretations based on regional conditions of use and some inspectors may view things differently depending on historical data from their location they are charged with ensuring safe construction. In many cases the NEC is ambiguous on purpose so that each locality can interpret a code reference more germane to their area and just something being black and white. Does this mean arguments can happen on the interpretation, oh most certainly that can happen. So, in this episode we talk about these definitions, and I will give you, my thoughts.If you are looking to learn more about the National Electrical Code, for electrical exam preparation, or to better your knowledge of the NEC then visit https://fasttraxsystem.com for all the electrical code training you will ever need by the leading electrical educator in the country with the best NEC learning program on the planet.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/master-the-nec-podcast--1083733/support.

Hunter and I once again had the great pleasure of chatting with Canadian filmmaker Frank Jacob about his latest three part webinar "Time Capsule for the Future Past", the fallen Goddess, truth & myth, humans imitating AI, John Lamb Lash, questioning the WWII narrative, epigenetic hacks, the Anthropos, the Aeons, archons, the human experiment, and much more.  Frank's website: https://frankjacob.com/ You can find the webinar at https://www.cyberhive.tv/ To get access to exclusive episodes and to our MELT Meet-ups consider supporting us on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/themeltpodcast or Locals at https://themeltpodcast.locals.com where you can subscribe for a mere $5 per month.    Find The Melt on… Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-2365404 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TheMeltPodcast Check out our merch at: https://the-melt.creator-spring.com/   Music by The Godawful Joy: https://thegodawfuljoy.bandcamp.com/releases and Matt Presti: https://www.mattpresti.com/music.html

The boys got a flood update from Danbury Mayor Roberto Alves. Lou's itchy face interrupts a commercial read. Lou shares one of his most embarrassing moments of all time from the Bridgewater Fair this past weekend. Randy Bachman from BTO checks in for a two-part interview. The boys found out that one of the top social media influencers in America is in Mahopac.

"The elephant in the room is my pussy"We find that sometimes less is more when writing up descriptions of our podcasts. The Screw continues to host a variety of topics in our latest episode, take a listen and subscribe and follow @thescrewnycTune in next episode, it will be pornographic.XXXOOO- The Screw

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 1 A chaste couple's epiphany of pleasures. From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better". By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around. My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my bridesmaid and helped with everything. The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody. Claiming me as his bride and wife. I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly. The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust. Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel. In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight. Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me. I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's. I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed. "Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph. 5:22--24). My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and see. "Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my expression. "Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't make him regret choosing you over all others. "And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?" I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I nodded at my mother. "Good. And all the way between your legs?" I nodded again, feeling more heat. "Do you know what sodomy is?" I nodded feeling horror. "My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between men," said my mother, looking hard at me. "Yes, mamma." "And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and wife." "Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you and poppa...?" "Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather than just you." "What?" "You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the best way to do that when you are ovulating." I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I could fully formulate and finish them. "I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you." I couldn't speak. "Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the time, correct?" "Y-yes." "Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim that which is his by marriage." "Mamma!" "And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma. Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful." "Thank you, mamma." "One more thing. Are you still intact?" I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother. "No, mamma." "And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God. Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure and his, okay?" "Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?" "No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are you okay with all this?" "Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful." "Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..." "Explore? Like what?" Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?" She meant his asshole. I was horrified. "Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger inside, find it, rub it." "Momma!" "Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it. Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together." "Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?" "Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not speak to one another?" "No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough. "And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..." My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God. I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband, and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky. I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower. He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small, heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my lips. I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his sperm inside me until we were married. But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth skin demanded my mouth. And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker. My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully. Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened. "My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard for me." "Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for me." I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could see the same reflected back at me. "And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man. My husband." Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I. "Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give my everything to you. Do you understand?" He shook his head. "We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and again." "My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could love me as I love you." "And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?" "How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to marry you." "You did?" "Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire life to be with you." "Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you desire. Anything." "Anything? What do you mean?" "All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me." "Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild. I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him, savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him. We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one another. I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing our spit, and sinking into each other's souls. My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world. The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump, full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into places I had only dreamed of. And thanks to my mother's words--and a little bit of research--I knew what I wanted to do and taste. Daniel shifted his hips. I felt his enormous cock head press against my opening. "Wait!" I said, pushing on his shoulders. "I want to watch you enter me for the first time! Please!" To be continued, By Estcher for Literotica

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 1 A chaste couple's epiphany of pleasures. From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better". By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around. My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my bridesmaid and helped with everything. The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody. Claiming me as his bride and wife. I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly. The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust. Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel. In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight. Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me. I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's. I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed. "Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph. 5:22--24). My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and see. "Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my expression. "Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't make him regret choosing you over all others. "And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?" I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I nodded at my mother. "Good. And all the way between your legs?" I nodded again, feeling more heat. "Do you know what sodomy is?" I nodded feeling horror. "My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between men," said my mother, looking hard at me. "Yes, mamma." "And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and wife." "Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you and poppa...?" "Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather than just you." "What?" "You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the best way to do that when you are ovulating." I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I could fully formulate and finish them. "I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you." I couldn't speak. "Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the time, correct?" "Y-yes." "Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim that which is his by marriage." "Mamma!" "And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma. Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful." "Thank you, mamma." "One more thing. Are you still intact?" I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother. "No, mamma." "And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God. Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure and his, okay?" "Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?" "No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are you okay with all this?" "Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful." "Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..." "Explore? Like what?" Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?" She meant his asshole. I was horrified. "Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger inside, find it, rub it." "Momma!" "Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it. Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together." "Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?" "Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not speak to one another?" "No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough. "And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..." My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God. I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband, and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky. I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower. He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small, heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my lips. I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his sperm inside me until we were married. But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth skin demanded my mouth. And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker. My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully. Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened. "My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard for me." "Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for me." I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could see the same reflected back at me. "And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man. My husband." Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I. "Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give my everything to you. Do you understand?" He shook his head. "We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and again." "My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could love me as I love you." "And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?" "How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to marry you." "You did?" "Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire life to be with you." "Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you desire. Anything." "Anything? What do you mean?" "All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me." "Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild. I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him, savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him. We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one another. I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing our spit, and sinking into each other's souls. My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world. The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump, full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into places I had only dreamed of. And thanks to my mother's words--and a little bit of research--I knew what I wanted to do and taste. Daniel shifted his hips. I felt his enormous cock head press against my opening. "Wait!" I said, pushing on his shoulders. "I want to watch you enter me for the first time! Please!" To be continued, By Estcher for Literotica

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 1 A chaste couple's epiphany of pleasures. From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better". By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around. My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my bridesmaid and helped with everything. The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody. Claiming me as his bride and wife. I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly. The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust. Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel. In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight. Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me. I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's. I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed. "Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph. 5:22--24). My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and see. "Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my expression. "Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't make him regret choosing you over all others. "And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?" I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I nodded at my mother. "Good. And all the way between your legs?" I nodded again, feeling more heat. "Do you know what sodomy is?" I nodded feeling horror. "My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between men," said my mother, looking hard at me. "Yes, mamma." "And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and wife." "Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you and poppa...?" "Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather than just you." "What?" "You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the best way to do that when you are ovulating." I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I could fully formulate and finish them. "I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you." I couldn't speak. "Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the time, correct?" "Y-yes." "Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim that which is his by marriage." "Mamma!" "And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma. Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful." "Thank you, mamma." "One more thing. Are you still intact?" I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother. "No, mamma." "And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God. Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure and his, okay?" "Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?" "No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are you okay with all this?" "Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful." "Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..." "Explore? Like what?" Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?" She meant his asshole. I was horrified. "Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger inside, find it, rub it." "Momma!" "Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it. Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together." "Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?" "Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not speak to one another?" "No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough. "And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..." My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God. I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband, and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky. I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower. He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small, heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my lips. I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his sperm inside me until we were married. But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth skin demanded my mouth. And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker. My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully. Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened. "My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard for me." "Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for me." I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could see the same reflected back at me. "And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man. My husband." Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I. "Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give my everything to you. Do you understand?" He shook his head. "We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and again." "My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could love me as I love you." "And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?" "How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to marry you." "You did?" "Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire life to be with you." "Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you desire. Anything." "Anything? What do you mean?" "All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me." "Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild. I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him, savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him. We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one another. I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing our spit, and sinking into each other's souls. My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world. The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump, full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into places I had only dreamed of. And thanks to my mother's words--and a little bit of research--I knew what I wanted to do and taste. Daniel shifted his hips. I felt his enormous cock head press against my opening. "Wait!" I said, pushing on his shoulders. "I want to watch you enter me for the first time! Please!" To be continued, By Estcher for Literotica

How does the brain perceive wetness?

Where you bean?!: Rica talks about cleaning her apartment and her upcoming Vacation to the Philippines (03:45), watching 'National Treasure' and 'Inside Out 2' (08:03). JC Talks about watching the new 'Quiet Place' movie (25:00), Hosting a GL fan screening (33:33) TT's: This week we talk about the Wattah Wattah San Juan Festival (38:05) Sam Milby's medical revelation (45:45) and The political skit of Goin' Bulilit (58:38)Gatas a Question?: We ask Leche Fans who their favorite online content creators are? (01:07:11)Follow Rica & JC on IG:@ricaggg@itsmejayseeLeche-Fan Mail:thehalohaloshow@gmail.comRecorded using the ELGATO WAVE 1 Microphones, go get one! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We talk about the dangers in leaving failing foundations unattended, creating neglect and complacency, catching problems before they get big, polyurethane foundation repair, homes being built too fast, problem solving satisfaction, box store vs supplier pricing, and products that shouldn't be available to DIYers on this episode of The Construction Life Podcast. Find Matt Pietrzyk of Wetness Protection at wetnessprotection.ca and @wetness_protection. Reach out at 519-577-0687 and wetnessprotectionkw@gmail.com. Stay connected with The Construction Life Podcast by texting Manny at 416 433-5737 or emailing him at manny@theconstructionlife.com. If you have something to contribute to the podcast, email info@theconstructionlife.com to schedule a time to join us in studio. Are you interested in the latest trends in building, renovation, home improvement, real estate, architecture, design, engineering, contracting, trades, and DIY? Look no further! Our construction podcast and social media content cover a wide range of topics, including project management, safety, best practices, business development, leadership, marketing, customer service, productivity, sustainability, technology, innovation, and industry news

In this day and age, it's hard to believe how poorly informed men can be about women's sexual responses. This week, we've found a selection of odd male behaviors in relationships which we make an effort to explain. To wit, what would possess a man to send a list of "mistakes" made by a sexual partner after their first encounter? From my perspective, this only really makes sense if he wants her never to have sex with him again. If a man reveals his desire for a woman in terms that she might not find particularly alluring, is that his fault or hers? Especially in a people where men are increasingly encouraged to be honest about their feelings. Are women ready for the reality of young men's libidos? And, can a woman be too wet for oral? We get a lot of our questions from Reddit, so for our listeners' enjoyment, here are links to some of the questions we discussed this week: https://ymmv.me/166/list https://ymmv.me/166/virginity https://ymmv.me/166/condom https://ymmv.me/166/ridiculed https://ymmv.me/166/too-wet Twitter: @ymmvpod Facebook: ymmvpod Email: ymmvpod@gmail.com

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The guys talk about dry texters, we search the Good Enough Podcast YouTube search history, and we debate and discuss the Blue Man Group. Links: https://linktr.ee/thegoodenoughpodcast The guys: Luke: Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs5QNDD5u20Q0vifli80UqQ Twitter: https://twitter.com/LukeOnDemandYT Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lukeondemandyt/ Jackson: Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiWMNY8SdFbqtdtn74Mf9iw Twitter: https://twitter.com/jacksonnburns Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jacksonnburns/ Jake: Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzcLnmBnlYwveqeTSKcP6Hg Twitter: https://twitter.com/JakeJosephMusic Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/abucketofjake/?hl=en it's good enough --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/good-enough-podcast/message

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Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Today's episode is titled “Tasting my Wetness”- You get to control me, isn't that wanted? I have been fantasizing about you being the one in control. You know I need you and I am already …Full Story Typed out: https://www.saltyvixenstories.com/tasting-my-wetness-office-break-fking-audio-erotica-by-salty-vixen/Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen (Audio Erotica Podcast) : https://www.saltyvixenstories.com/free-erotic-audio-stories/Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen Story Archive: https://www.saltyvixenstories.com/free-erotic-audio-porn/Salty Vixen Stories & More main site: https://www.saltyvixenstories.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week the boys talk a little bit about shooting the new season of Pound House and then they get into solving your problems like spilling coffee on your clothes, bad roommates, and so on and so forth. For extended Poundcast episodes (Unzipped), subscribe on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/poundcast Follow The Poundcast on Instagram and Twitter @thepoundcast For video, check out: www.youtube.com/thepoundcast Join the Poundcast Discord here: discord.gg/GnqUMmX New Pound House "Dope Beats" Pins right here: https://www.rockinpins.com/product/pound-house-dope-beats-enamel-pin Thank you to our #sponsor Better Help, easy and affordable online therapy. Get 10% off your first month at https://www.betterhelp.com/poundcast And use the code word "POUNDCAST" at www.louisvilleveganfoods.com for, that's right, 20% off!

This episode is sponsored by Cotton Incorporated and their free B2B Resource CottonWorks.com.Learn more about their free sourcing directories at CottonWorks.com/Nonwovens-Sourcing. Last episode, host Jack Hughes and his guests reviewed Euromonitor's Top 10 Global Consumer Trends of 2023. This time, Jack is again joined by the market research group's Ali Angus, Head of Innovation Practice, and Liying Qian, Head of Tissue and Disposable Hygiene. Together they take a closer look at how three of those trends impact absorbent hygiene manufacturers. ‘Budgeteers': Seeking the best value for their money Inflation and other economic realities have made consumers price-sensitive. Many opt for less expensive items or items that can be repaired or refurbished. For single-use products like absorbent hygiene articles, they look for products they can use longer without sacrificing performance—or risking their health and wellness. This trend favours added-value purchases at lower costs. Wetness indicators becoming a standard feature is an excellent example. Another is a shift toward reusable products which may be a larger initial investment but save money over time.‘Eco Economic': Saving money also helps save the planetThe trends for lower cost, coupled with repair, reuse, and refurbish, unintentionally support sustainability. Fewer products being made means lower consumption of materials and energy. This trend also benefits the makers of reusable articles. Companies may actively promote their products' economic and environmental benefits. Meanwhile, more consumers are using the same hygiene articles to manage both period care and incontinence needs. Some suppliers are warning against cross-use; others embrace it. ‘Revived Routines': Supporting a return to the new normalAs consumers resume social activities in public places, they want products that help them feel confident. The use of period care and incontinence articles that fit into more active lifestyles is on the rise. Slim profiles improve comfort and discretion. Tampons with spiral or interlaced grooves improve leakage control for mobility and freedom. Brands position themselves as companions of the consumer, there for them throughout the consumer's lives and choices.Outline of the Episode[01:52] Summary of the six trends with the strongest impact on absorbent hygiene Budgeteers[08:35] Products that last longer or absorb more add value[13:08] How ‘Budgeteers' affects institutional products and purchases[20:00] The mixed impact on Direct-to-Consumer brandsEco Economic[26:02] Reusable diapers and other trends[28:25] Cross-utilisation of products[30:29] Educating the consumerRevived Routines[37:12] Companies position themselves to provide support for consumer choices[39:09] Product changes indicative of the trend[41:44] Swimming pants/diapers in ChinaResourcesYou can find Ali Angus and Liying Qian on LinkedIn or leave them a message through our email at hygiene@bostik.com. If you'd like to read Euromonitor's full Top 10 Global Consumer Trends 2023 report, you can visit their website.You can also follow Euromonitor on:LinkedIn Facebook Twitter Instagram Get Connected with Attached to HygieneTake our Listener Survey.Sign up for our email newsletter! Click to sign up and every two weeks receive:Overview and highlights of our most recent episodeAdditional information about industry topics like sustainability, absorbent core, period care, and othersBostik exclusive content including whitepapers, glossaries, 1-pagers, and other helpful learning materials Connect with Jack Hughes on LinkedIn. You can also find us at Bostik | Absorbent Hygiene on LinkedIn or by visiting the Attached to Hygiene Podcast on our official website. You can email us with questions, comments, or ideas for future episodes at hygiene@bostik.com. Host: Jack HughesMusic by Jonathan BoyleProduced and edited by: Jack Hughes with help from Paul Andrews, Michele Tonkovitz, Emory Churness, and Nikki Ackerman from Green Onion Creative.Post production for Attached to Hygiene is done by PodcastBoutique.com.Legal Disclaimer

This episode is chock full of good vibes! We're joined by our friend and notorious sweetheart Nate Hanson, air traffic controller and all around cool dude. He's also the brother of some guy whose name I forget. We talk about school lunches, making sure planes get where they need to go, quarks, gluons, the Bahamas, bad conk, and more! This episode also features the debut of a CONTROVERSIAL!!! (NOT CLICKBAIT) new segment. Follow us on Twitter at @leightonnight and on Instagram at @leighton_night. You can find Brian on Twitter/Instagram at @bwecht, and Leighton at @graylish (Twitter)/@buttchamps (Instagram).

Such a rainy week and appropriately we talk about Wetness to the extend of Squirting at the end of the show. I did my research and I share my thoughts about this controversial kink. Squirting or incontinence? Another week of dynamic characters in the readings. In Dino we talk about Rape Fantasy and the cultural cost of that mentality. Drink lots of water! Charmed Tarot Love Readings *Dragonfly: 00:16:10 (Trickster vs Rescuer) *Dinosaur (brontosaurus): 00:45:50 (child magical vs saboteur) *Scottie Dog: 01:33:15 (child wounded vs destroyer) This week's Kink: *Squirting 02:13:55 ⚠️ These are performances and for entertainment purposes only. Make Good Decisions www.lovesexandtarot.com lovesexandtarot@gmail.com

In this episode, Jim and Derek are joined by Aly to discuss whether or not humans can feel wetness. Senses are weird. Then, we try to bring extinct animals back to life! There's ethics, probably.  Panelists: Jim, Derek, Aly

If you don't have an overflowing cart yet, well, third time's the charm. Industry insiders Nick Axelrod-Welk and Annie Kreighbaum join the aunties for this spring fling. Along with co-hosting Eyewitness Beauty, they have founded amazing beauty brands like Nécessaire and Soft Services. Nick is perpetually searching for that post-vacay glow, and he's got some recs that don't involve a flight to Cancún. Cue “Single Ladies” by Beyoncé, Annie has some wearable tech for dainty digits.  Please note, Add To Cart contains mature themes and may not be appropriate for all listeners.  To see all products mentioned in this episode, head to @addtocartpod on Instagram. To purchase any of the products, see below.  Nick recommends The Body Lotion from his brand Nécessaire  The Buffing Bar is a must-have from Annie's brand Soft Services  The Le Labo CADE 26 candle carries on the legacy of the Gramercy Park Hotel  Candle lover must-have: SOKCVSEA candle warming lamp The Oura Ring is a beautiful band that also tracks your health data The Butter London Lumimatte Blurring Skin Tint is no fuss and perfect glow LeManoir Nude BB Cream is actually a nail polish for a clean manicure  Nick loves a good post-vacay glow and this Fenty Beauty Sun Stalk'r Instant Warmth Bronzer (in shade Island Ting) gets him there  Get fancy with the Chanel Le Blanc Brightening Foam Cleanser Skinfix's Barrier+ Triple Lipid-Peptide Face Cream is moisture, moisture, baby  Stay up to date with us on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram at @LemonadaMedia.  Joining Lemonada Premium is a great way to support our show and get bonus content. Subscribe today at bit.ly/lemonadapremium.  Click this link for a list of current sponsors and discount codes for this show and all Lemonada shows: lemonadamedia.com/sponsorsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

EPOTS – Jeremie Perez Well, this is strange. We are doing a show on a Wednesday just like we used to do 8 years ago. But the extra day off was worth it because we got Mandy Hand from Big Heaven and Susie Ramone from Fort Worth Famous to join us! Big Heaven just released […] The post Show 519 – Wetness Wednesday appeared first on The Jerry Jonestown Massacre.

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Greetings, dear listener, and welcome back to "Jump on the Bat-Wagon" with James and Brian, where we watch through the entire DC Animated Universe from start to finish in the controversial airdate order, to experience these shows the way human beings experienced them in the far-gone days of the 1990s. The twist? Brian has never seen any of the DCAU. Will he become a super-fan like James or regret his decision? This week's episode: "Bane" "Batman: The Animated Series" / "The Adventures of Batman & Robin" Original airdate: 9/10/1994 Timecodes: 0:00 - Intro 7:22 - Review and Ratings 51:48 - Yoppie Mail 1:22:29 - Outro Next episode: "Second Chance" (Batman: TAS) BUY A YOPPIE DUDE SHIRT! https://teespring.com/stores/dcauwatchtower New episodes debut Fridays on the Podtower YouTube channel and your favorite podcast feed! https://www.youtube.com/thepodtower Subscribe to the Watchtower Database for more DCAU videos! https://www.youtube.com/watchtowerdatabase --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/batwagon/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/batwagon/support

The baby diaper market is dynamic and rife with competition; new products and features appear regularly. Keeping up to date on current and emerging trends isn't easy, but it can give you the competitive edge you need. Fortunately, podcast guest Sharon Vinderine has valuable insights for the North American market. As CEO and Founder of Parent Tested Parent Approved, she sees some of the newest offerings, even before they hit the shelves. In this episode of ‘Attached to Hygiene', Sharon and host Jack Hughes discuss the latest trends and her expectations for what comes next for absorbent baby products.Six top diaper needs According to Sharon, the features parents look for in today's diapers are fairly straightforward:Leak protection that meets expectationsImproved sustainabilityHow the diaper is attached or closedComfort for the babyNo odour, which for many also means no perfumesProduct price relative to featuresSustainability and other baby diaper market trendsThe popularity of the cloth diaper is not as strong as it was a few years ago. Consumers want more convenient options that offer improved sustainability at different levels. What's more, the current generation of parents are willing to pay a bit more for sustainability and natural materials—a change from recent years. Sharon attributes this to lessons learned during the pandemic. COVID, she believes, taught people the value of being more cautious regarding their health and that of their children. Other leading trends in baby diapers include:Wetness indicators, especially those with reaction times as short as five seconds Brands that offer a subscription model for sales and convenient deliveryAdorable prints, including customisable optionsProducts that use no dyes at allRecommendations to product manufacturersSharon sees many good products on the market, which parents appreciate and approve. Even so, expectations continue to evolve. Here are her top three tips for brands and entrepreneurs:Learn what parents think of your product (Naturally, she suggests working with Parent Tested Parent Approved.)Invest now in changes; the time and money spent today will have long-term benefits, and the payoff may be sooner than you thinkAdd product options that meet more stringent preferences. This will benefit both the consumer and your reputationOutline of the Episode[01:37] What parents are looking for in baby products[04:06] Shifting views on sustainability[07:50] Current trends in baby diapers[10:20] Predictions for future trends[14:53] Sharon's advice to manufacturers and brandsResourcesYou can find Sharon Vinderine on LinkedIn or leave her a message through our email at hygiene@bostik.com. Learn more about Parent Tested Parent Approved by visiting their website. Get Connected with Attached to HygieneTake our Listener Survey.Sign up for our email newsletter! Click to sign up and every two weeks receive:Overview and highlights of our most recent episodeAdditional information about industry topics like sustainability, absorbent core, period care, and othersBostik exclusive content including whitepapers, glossaries, 1-pagers, and other helpful learning materials Connect with Jack Hughes on LinkedIn. You can also find us at Bostik | Absorbent Hygiene on LinkedIn or by visiting the Attached to Hygiene Podcast on our official website. You can email us with questions, comments, or ideas for future episodes at hygiene@bostik.com. Host: Jack HughesMusic by Jonathan BoyleProduced and edited by: Jack Hughes with help from Paul Andrews, Michele Tonkovitz, Emory Churness, and Nikki Ackerman from Green Onion Creative.Post production for Attached to Hygiene is done by PodcastBoutique.com.Legal Disclaimer

Its Christmas Eve, Eve...and the gang is all here. Big B is the epicenter of Christmas meals, DK is dealing with a blizzard and Mike Jolitz is here with another double feature, of weird news and Twitter Shits. We are preparing for our year end awards, with 2 major announcements. The show airs December 30th at our regular time. Also on tap. Woman marries a ghost, and he ruins the reception, a man pisses his pants on tv, these Spanish prisoners are making pooping shepherds , doctor warns about masturbating with Christmas Ornaments. Meanwhile in Florida. A naked homeless woman, showers then starts a fire, Grinch gives out onions instead of tickets and a man throws a Christmas tree at his wife. Cave Crew Radio airs live every Friday on http://www.cavecrewradio.com Also on our YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/c/CaveCrewRadio and on Facebook. You can download the podcast anywhere here https://taplink.cc/cavecrewradio Click here for all our social media links and to buy exclusive merchandise https://linktr.ee/cavecrewradio We are now syndicating on Pulse Talk Radio ,Alternative Twist Radio, News Pulse Radio and Essential Radio.

This week the fellas discuss underpants, Seattle bands, inconsequential interactions, halloween candy, gambling, and a whole lot more

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Come on ride along with me, everybody let's go! I know that we can do it check up on your mental health yeah we know that we can do it !!! Y'all come along with me on LIFE update the raw the real and the Wetness !!!! Remember to stay safe, drive safe always and Drink your MOTHERFUCKEN water ! I love y'all !!

Unexpected surprise ref is named for summer slam, Shamoose swerved Drew again, Lacey has her best match and this theory is too much in your face that it can't be real right? The house of black has so much going on, The Baddies can beat anyone, ROH champion has an awesome match then sets up another one and Private Party has to leave the family. We give updates and news. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wearewrestlingpodcast/support

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As I write this description, I'm watching two women have sex on Chaturbate. They're in a 69 position with the camera placed above the head of the woman on the bottom. Her makeup is immaculate, there's a Lovense in the vagina of her partner, and she also is using a black vibrator in the wrong location, more or less stimulating the taint of the other woman. They finished their scene, the woman on top moved and the Lovense slapped her partner in the face. The got up immediately and put back on their clothes. Then they started talking about one partner's boyfriend in Russian. The site says they're in "Pleasureland." They're not. In this episode, we discuss an article about how women have to contend with never knowing whether a man is interested in their actual skills and talents or just in having sex with them. Where these two Russian ladies are concerned, I was actually interested in neither; I think they both smoke a lot. What does a woman do if she doesn't want sex anymore after she orgasms (kind of like a man)? Is she just out of luck? Do men appreciate it if a woman brings a sex toy with her to a very early (or even first) encounter? Also, can a woman be too wet? Does Devin The Dude's solution really work? We get a lot of our questions from Reddit, so for our listeners' enjoyment, here are links to some of the questions we discussed this week: https://ymmv.me/71/weird-fetish https://ymmv.me/71/female-post-nut https://ymmv.me/71/toy-too-soon https://ymmv.me/71/too-wet Twitter: @ymmvpod Facebook: ymmvpod Email: ymmvpod@gmail.com

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Pisces SZN energy- Weird dreams, WETness, overindulgence, sleepy/ naps, tears/ crying/orgasms, heightened sensitivity, emotional, wisdom, lessons learned, "the end of the road", focus on spiritual health Meditation Meet up reminder, Yumi Yoni shoutout Full moon overview, Two Sentence Horror Stories on Netflix My dance injury, Pisces rules the feet…what does that mean? What do you need to put your foot down on? Enough pussyfootin'. Have you been doing “just enough”? Don't cheat yourself. Do the full set. Virgo & Pisces= Health & Wellness axis; Virgo= physical health, Pisces= spiritual health Self Mastery and understanding YOUR systems. What do you NEED? Invest in the damn shoes. Don't play with your feet. You're worth it. Take care of your feet. Invest in your feet. Buy the shoes AHEAD of time. Stay ready so you never have to get ready. Feet are done, Hun. Pisces energy is dreams vs nightmares, fantasy vs delusion, blessings or lessons Are you overstepping in any area of your life? How is your physical body correlating to your spiritual body? Pisces rules the feet, Virgo rules the guts/ intestines; pay attention. Y'all out here eating raw Bison meat like Heidi Montag to have babies?! Health & Wellness habits/ secrets coming to light/ being revealed Have you plateaued in your health & wellness? What's your recipe/ formula? What health concern have you not revealed to ANYONE? Be real with yourself. Enjoy your days more. Don't keep yourself stuck & inside. More colors. Your appearance reflects your energy & determines how you interact with the world; stop cheating yourself of experiences all cuz “you're not ready/ healthy/ well”. Make sure the shoes match the outfit. Value your feet more. Meditation Meet up on Saturday 3/19 @ 7:30pm at SoMICA Studio Song: Trillville “Some Cut” IG: @chechebabe @myvirgofriendpodcast Feature me as a guest on your podcast! Let's collaborate! If you want to submit your questions to me for advice or feedback, you're welcome to email me at askcherelle@myvirgofriend.com or cheche@myvirgofriend.com

Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: Future ML Systems Will Be Qualitatively Different, published by jsteinhardt on January 11, 2022 on LessWrong. In 1972, the Nobel prize-winning physicist Philip Anderson wrote the essay "More Is Different". In it, he argues that quantitative changes can lead to qualitatively different and unexpected phenomena. While he focused on physics, one can find many examples of More is Different in other domains as well, including biology, economics, and computer science. Some examples of More is Different include: Uranium. With a bit of uranium, nothing special happens; with a large amount of uranium packed densely enough, you get a nuclear reaction. DNA. Given only small molecules such as calcium, you can't meaningfully encode useful information; given larger molecules such as DNA, you can encode a genome. Water. Individual water molecules aren't wet. Wetness only occurs due to the interaction forces between many water molecules interspersed throughout a fabric (or other material). Traffic. A few cars on the road are fine, but with too many you get a traffic jam. It could be that 10,000 cars could traverse a highway easily in 15 minutes, but 20,000 on the road at once could take over an hour. Specialization. Historically, in small populations, virtually everyone needed to farm or hunt to survive; in contrast, in larger and denser communities, enough food is produced for large fractions of the population to specialize in non-agricultural work. While some of the examples, like uranium, correspond to a sharp transition, others like specialization are more continuous. I'll use emergence to refer to qualitative changes that arise from quantitative increases in scale, and phase transitions for cases where the change is sharp. In this post, I'll argue that emergence often occurs in the field of AI, and that this should significantly affect our intuitions about the long-term development and deployment of AI systems. We should expect weird and surprising phenomena to emerge as we scale up systems. This presents opportunities, but also poses important risks. Emergent Shifts in the History of AI There have already been several examples of quantitative differences leading to important qualitative changes in machine learning. Storage and Learning. The emergence of machine learning as a viable approach to AI is itself an example of More Is Different. While learning had been discussed since the 1950s, it wasn't until the 80s-90s that it became a dominant paradigm: for instance, IBM's first statistical translation model was published in 1988, even though the idea was proposed in 1949. Not coincidentally, 1GB of storage cost over $100k in 1981 but only around $9k in 1990 (adjusted to 2021 dollars). The Hansard corpus used to train IBM's model comprised 2.87 million sentences and would have been difficult to use before the 80s. Even the simple MNIST dataset would have required $4000 in hardware just to store in 1981, but that had fallen to a few dollars by 1998 when it was published. Cheaper hardware thus allowed for a qualitatively new approach to AI: in other words, More storage enabled Different approaches. Compute, Data, and Neural Networks. As hardware improved, it became possible to train neural networks that were very deep for the first time. Better compute enabled bigger models trained for longer, and better storage enabled learning from more data; AlexNet-sized models and ImageNet-sized datasets wouldn't have been feasible for researchers to experiment with in 1990. Deep learning performs well with lots of data and compute, but struggles at smaller scales. Without many resources, simpler algorithms tend to outperform it, but with sufficient resources it pulls far ahead of the pack. This reversal of fortune led to qualitative changes in the field. As one example, the field of machine t...

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Okay, soo this is a juicy little quicky I took from the Getting Intimate Facebook group because it was too good not to share on here.Have you ever wanted to know what supports your personal wetness factor in the bedroom? Do you ever wonder if there's any way you can increase it?  Of course, a woman's wetness factor is going to vary depending on what's happening in her life.  Ex. :  Breastfeeding, different stages in her cycle, menopause, stress factors etc.  but there are ways you can support your personal wetness factor and how you feel about it!  I share 5 ways that support your vaginal lubrication in the bedroom.  The Pussy Fair is spilling the Tea, come sip. xo The Pussy FairyCome find me in the Getting intimate Facebook group where we talk all things sex and pleasure!  Subscribe to my email list for a juicy gift at  www.azariamenezes.com  or come find me on Instagram @azaria.menezes and say Hi. I'd love to  hear your questions so I can answer them on future episodes! 

Thank you for tuning in! Follow & Subscribe to help support us! For this episode:  BTS in the SOOP 2 Ep.4: MORE MADNESS!: Food, Olympics, Wetness, & a NEW ALBUM??  BTS performing with Megan Thee Stallion at the AMA (American Music Awards)  Jeon SOMI gets asked during an interview who her FRIENDS are and how she feels about JYP  TheBlackLabel CEO is the legendary TEDDY from YG: Produced for BLACKPINK and even.. BIG BANG!  Jennie & Lisa are here in LA! / Rose is in NYC! / & Jisoo had her SNOW DROP trailer released!  Animal Crossing New Horizons: Series 5 cards & game update  Genshin Impact: Shiki event is finally over (THANK GOD - time to complain on the surveys) & weapon banner simping  NEW Podcast Episodes every THURSDAY! Please support us by 'Following' & 'Subscribing' for more K-Pop, Anime, & Genshin talk! Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Episode 2: In this episode, we welcome our first guest to the podcast… Amy! She shares her Earp story with us and tells us more about how she creates her Twitter threads & pain causing gifs. We talk about her favorite Earp moments, and… wetness of soup? Make sure you listen to find out more about that! Hosted by Tay and Rach Produced and Edited by Sam Sign up to be a guest: https://forms.gle/H9BH3qzLXDh3CHUm9 Follow us on Twitter: @LNHomestead Follow us on Instagram: @LNHomstead Tay: @DearTaylorWoods Rach: @Rachlovesearp Sam: @Earpfan99 Amy: @HellerHighWat3r Send us an email: LateNightAtTheHomestead@gmail.com

In this episode of the Existential Delight Podcast I speak with Paul VanderKlay. He is a Christian pastor who creates YouTube commentaries covering a variety of topics. He has also been following the Jordan Peterson movement since its early stages. In this episode we talk about the Jordan Peterson movement, the recent resurgence of Christianity's online presence, what it means to say that the Bible is the Word of God, Progressive Christianity, and more. Find Paul VanderKlay's work here: Youtube: www.youtube.com/paulvanderklay Twitter: @paulvanderklay Substack: paulvanderklay.substack.com Blog: paulvanderklay.me Church: Livingstonescrc.org] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE RYKEN MOVEMENT Existential Delight has a new sponsor, and you can support the channel by checking them out! High quality fitness, workout, and comfort clothing, all 20% off when you use the promo code: DELIGHT at checkout on their website: https://rykenmovement.com/ The Ryken Movement: Find Your Reason -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WAYS TO SUPPORT EXISTENTIAL DELIGHT METAPHYSICAL MERCH ): teespring.com/stores/existential-deli... BANDCAMP -- https://existentialdelight.bandcamp.com/ ONE TIME DONATION VIA PAYPAL (Extra thank you!): paypal.me/existentialdelight Like my stuff? Consider buying me a coffee to support my channel! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/WuYyc8bfV Email me your suggestions at halfpastawkward1@gmail.com INTRO MUSIC The intro song is called "Wetness" and it is by my friend: Keynan, check out his awesome work here: https://linktr.ee/keynanrwils

How did a hamster end up in a listener's apartment on the other side of the world? How many leaves would humans need to photosynthesise all our energy? Plus, an update on Dish Splatters: Why don't plastic things dry in the dishwasher? If you've got a problem or a solution, hit us up on our website www.aproblemsquared.com, or on social media. It's Pudding, on the 'gram For Bec's hamster habitat, look no further. And, welcome to the world of Hamster-tube. Here are some of Bec's favourite hamster moms, Malica and Victoria.   In the Catch Up segment Matt talks about solving a mathematical quandary: whether all nets of the 4D Hypercube can tile 3D space. The answer is yes! Here is the link to that video  

After a much needed holiday, we are back feeling full of life, possibility, & joy! In that joy, we're exploring so many topics starting with the innate self-expression we possess as children and how shame from society can easily & harmfully change that. If it feels like a step away from our topic of sex, you're going to want to tune in and listen up.  As we get down to it, you'll learn about the effects you may experience from diving right into penetrative sex, how this experience is different for everyone and every situation, and what you can do if it's just not working. Deeper in, we invite you onto our journey through the different waves of connection you can experience during sex. We promise you this is truly a fun one.  Grab your headset, tune in, and get ready to laugh your protective curtain off (you've got to listen to get it!). Get all the juicy episode notes at https://laceyandflynn.com/podcast/07-wetness-rage-surrender-pleasure Join us *in person* at the exclusive retreat Summer of Love hosted by Secret Yoga Club in Norfolk, UK 19th - 22nd July. Visit https://laceyandflynn.com/summeroflove to learn more & sign up! Learn more about Sex Elevated, our online course to amplify your intimacy, supercharge your sex, and slingshot you into a new dimension of pleasure, connection, and love in your relationship. Chat with us on Instagram. Send us a DM and tell us your experience in sex and listening to the episode. Want your questions answered on the show? Submit them here.

Stephen listened to a TED Talk about the history of the “C-Word” and Chris wonders how other people handle their “lube hands” in the latest episode of The Podcast w/ Benefits!This episode heavily references a TED Talk. The TED Talk is called “The history of a “nasty” Word” with Dr. Kate Lister. You can watch this TED Talk by clicking HERESupport this show and MORE at www.mtfproductions.com/donate

Tyler, Dave, Frank, and yes, even Josh discuss working from home, milk, and a thorough, fully scientific examination as to whether or not water is wet. Check out Helpdeskfpv on instagram for Josh's sweet drone content - https://www.instagram.com/helpdeskfpv/

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