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This is part 1 of a two-part recapWe decided to check out the series premiere of Real Housewives of London, and we loved it, obvs. Come join us as we enter a world of Wham! romances and dentistry dustups. To watch this recap on video, listen to our bonus episodes, and participate in live episode threads, go to Patreon.com/watchwhatcrappens. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This is part 2 of a 2-parterWe decided to check out the series premiere of Real Housewives of London, and we loved it, obvs. Come join us as we enter a world of Wham! romances and dentistry dustups. To watch this recap on video, listen to our bonus episodes, and participate in live episode threads, go to Patreon.com/watchwhatcrappens. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

As one-fifth of the Spice Girls, she's one of the most famous people on the planet. But you wouldn't know it. The Liverpudlian's down to earth beginnings define who Mel C is today.Take 5 is back on your screens for a fourth season on ABC iview, and we kicked off the series with Sporty Spice. In a beautiful HIFI bar in east London, we unpacked her remarkable story… of a kid who daydreamed about the pop stars she'd one day become friends with.This is the story of the Spice Girls you haven't heard, where against all odds they did it their way. It's also the story of Melanie's path to a solo career, and her full circle return to the rave culture she grew up in.Settle in for a fireside chat with an absolute legend, in this extended uncut edition of Melanie C's Take 5.Melanie C's song choices:Stevie Wonder — 'Sir Duke'Wham! — 'Everything She Wants'TLC — 'Waterfalls'Orbital — 'Chime'The Beatles — 'Eleanor Rigby'00:00 Introduction to Mel C and the Spice Girls00:24 Mel C's Musical Beginnings00:36 Take Five Podcast and Mel C's Story01:35 The Power of Music in Mel C's Life02:50 Mel C's First Musical Influences03:38 SONG 1: Stevie Wonder — 'Sir Duke'05:43 Meeting Stevie Wonder09:22 Growing Up in Liverpool11:07 The Birth of Sporty Spice15:37 The Spice Girls' Early Days19:28 Living Together and Early Struggles20:55 Breaking into the Music Industry23:55 SONG 2: Wham! — 'Everything She Wants'30:38 Childhood Memories and First Friendships32:17 SONG 3: TLC — 'Waterfalls'35:59 Going Solo and Collaborations41:12 SONG 4: Orbital — 'Chime'42:23 Rave Culture and DJing51:33 SONG 5: The Beatles — 'Eleanor Rigby'54:44 The Beatles and Liverpool's Influence55:48 Reflecting on Spice Mania58:11 Conclusion and Final ThoughtsWatch Take 5 on ABC iview:https://iview.abc.net.au/show/take-5-with-zan-rowe

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  In which we discover that Andy has thoughts and feelings about the Inquisiton. And it's not about who does and does not expect them.  Contains: Inquisitor - graphic novel by Dan Abnett Daemonifuge - script - about the Sisters of Battle (continued) Shadowfast (continued) - about the Wardancer Olif Thumpcrush - text lore about Dwarf hero Dwarf Lords - 4: Restaurant of the World's Edge Mountains The Nurgle Complex - short comics (uncertain universe)

This week on Eavesdroppin', it's our second summer special and what a mash-up of two classic supernatural eps!Michelle begins with a revisit of a supernatural episode, Season 3, episode 40, about poltergeists where YouTubers and TikTokers Lainey and Ben from Buckinghamshire in the UK claim they live with two poltergeists called Andy and Davewho make a dreadful mess in their house. Listen now to hear all about the paranormal activity and how Lainey and Ben have learned to co-exist with their ghosts and even asked them to protect their unborn son…Geordie follows with a look at ep 48 from season 2, The History of Ghosts episode 9: 20th Century Poltergeist, where she investigates the Dalby spook, otherwise known as Gef the talking mongoose. On the Isle of Man, Gef haunted a family for more than 10 years!!! So… was Gef the talking mongoose really a ghost from New Delhi or did the Irving family make him up? Tune in now to eavesdrop!!!So pop on your headphones, grab a brown lemonade and join Geordie & Michelle for this week's episode, plus chat about Trainspotting, Wham and more only on Eavesdroppin' podcast. And remember, wherever you are, whatever you do, just keep Eavesdroppin'!*Disclaimer: We don't claim to have any factual info about anything ever and our opinions are just opinions not fact, sooorrrryyy! Don't sue us!Please rate, review, tell your friends and subscribe in all the usual places – we love it when you do!Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/eavesdroppinDo write in with your stories at hello@eavesdroppinpodcast.comor send us a Voice Note!Listen: http://www.eavesdroppinpodcast.comorhttps://podfollow.com/eavesdroppinYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqcuzv-EXizUo4emmt9PgfwFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/eavesdroppinpodcast#GEF #Gefthetalkingmongoose #poltergeists #laineyandben #reallife #truestories #eavesdroppin #eavesdroppinpodcast #supernatural #eavesdroppincomedypodcast #podcast #comedy Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this edition of the Kermode on Film podcast, Mark talks to legendary producer John Battsek, who explains why the Oscar-winning documentary WHEN WE WERE KINGS inspired him to devote his career to enthralling documentaries.about his two documentaries released simultaneously in the summer of 2023, WHAM! and THE DEEPEST BREATH.Mark also talks to Sally Phillips and director Louis Myles, alongside Olly and Charlie – two brilliant young people with Down syndrome – about their football documentary, all about their football club, THE MIGHTY PENGUINS.Opening title quotes from:Mary Poppins (Robert Stevenson, Walt Disney Productions – featuring Julie Andrews)Nope (Jordan Peele, Universal Pictures – featuring Keke Palmer)Withnail & I (Bruce Robinson, HandMade Films – featuring Richard E. Grant)The Exorcist (William Friedkin, Warner Bros. – featuring Ellen Burstyn and Linda Blair)These films are essential viewing.Watch them. Love them. Share them.They are masterpieces.MK3D is a production of HLA AgencyThis episode was edited by Alex Archbold Jones Cover photo: Julie Edwards Visuals© HLA Agency Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tanita Tikaram's second gig had an audience of three – one paying customer and two concert promoters. When one of them wanted to talk to her afterwards she said, “sorry, I've got to get the train home.” She was 17. In this podcast she tells us the story of the one of the fastest career ascents on record which stops off at … … an open-mic night with a girl who cut up newspaper – “what happened to her?” … Basingstoke alumni –Tanita Tikaram, Jane Austen, Liz Hurley … … ignoring Wham! in favour of Suzanne Vega and Tom Waits. … the lure of school theatre groups – “a skive, you could basically be arty and smoke”. … “Ringo Starr gave me an award!” … supporting Warren Zevon and Jonathan Richman - and John Martyn (with Tracy Chapman). … the faint absurdity of promoting Twist In My Sobriety on Kids TV. … “when you're young, you're adaptable”. … mourning the loss of mainstream music. … a summer spent miming on European pop TV shows. … the thrill of hearing Ancient Heart was Top Ten when playing the Cambridge Folk Festival – “they all thought, that's one of us in the charts!” … and today's imbalance between new music and nostalgia. Order Tanita Tikaram tickets here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/live/ Order Liar: Love Isn't A Right here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/music/Find out how to help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tanita Tikaram's second gig had an audience of three – one paying customer and two concert promoters. When one of them wanted to talk to her afterwards she said, “sorry, I've got to get the train home.” She was 17. In this podcast she tells us the story of the one of the fastest career ascents on record which stops off at … … an open-mic night with a girl who cut up newspaper – “what happened to her?” … Basingstoke alumni –Tanita Tikaram, Jane Austen, Liz Hurley … … ignoring Wham! in favour of Suzanne Vega and Tom Waits. … the lure of school theatre groups – “a skive, you could basically be arty and smoke”. … “Ringo Starr gave me an award!” … supporting Warren Zevon and Jonathan Richman - and John Martyn (with Tracy Chapman). … the faint absurdity of promoting Twist In My Sobriety on Kids TV. … “when you're young, you're adaptable”. … mourning the loss of mainstream music. … a summer spent miming on European pop TV shows. … the thrill of hearing Ancient Heart was Top Ten when playing the Cambridge Folk Festival – “they all thought, that's one of us in the charts!” … and today's imbalance between new music and nostalgia. Order Tanita Tikaram tickets here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/live/ Order Liar: Love Isn't A Right here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/music/Find out how to help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tanita Tikaram's second gig had an audience of three – one paying customer and two concert promoters. When one of them wanted to talk to her afterwards she said, “sorry, I've got to get the train home.” She was 17. In this podcast she tells us the story of the one of the fastest career ascents on record which stops off at … … an open-mic night with a girl who cut up newspaper – “what happened to her?” … Basingstoke alumni –Tanita Tikaram, Jane Austen, Liz Hurley … … ignoring Wham! in favour of Suzanne Vega and Tom Waits. … the lure of school theatre groups – “a skive, you could basically be arty and smoke”. … “Ringo Starr gave me an award!” … supporting Warren Zevon and Jonathan Richman - and John Martyn (with Tracy Chapman). … the faint absurdity of promoting Twist In My Sobriety on Kids TV. … “when you're young, you're adaptable”. … mourning the loss of mainstream music. … a summer spent miming on European pop TV shows. … the thrill of hearing Ancient Heart was Top Ten when playing the Cambridge Folk Festival – “they all thought, that's one of us in the charts!” … and today's imbalance between new music and nostalgia. Order Tanita Tikaram tickets here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/live/ Order Liar: Love Isn't A Right here: https://www.tanita-tikaram.com/music/Find out how to help us to keep the conversation going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On episode 1176 of Daytime Confidential Luke Kerr, Jillian Bowe, Joshua Baldwin and Melodie Aikels dish the latest Beyond the Gates, The Bold and the Beautiful, Days of Our Lives, General Hospital, The Young and the Restless and Wendy Williams headlines and storylines, including: The legal drama surrounding Wendy Williams' conservatorship heats up in the court room. Leslie's true identity is revealed on Beyond the Gates. What will Anita do when she finds out Leslie will end up with all that money she put away for Barbara's family? BTG spent months developing the June storyline with Naomi and then in an episode-and-a-half had Naomi tell Smitty and Martin she'd found their kids' mom, Smitty and Martin agree to tell the kids, the kids found out and met their mom. Why was so much potential juicy drama wrapped up with a neat little bow on top? Where was the conflict between Martin and his cousin over the fact that Naomi basically violated a closed adoption? Where was the conflict between Smitty and Martin? Where was the drama of Smitty and Martin telling the kids? Where was the conflict between the kids? Why didn't Naomi get more blowback from all of them? Where was the juice? Where was the mess? The drama could have played out for weeks before the actual meeting. Luna is awake and already lusting after Will and ready to make a mess of things on The Bold and the Beautiful. Days of Our Lives has done a great job of giving viewers red herrings as to who EJ's actual shooter is. We find out next week! General Hospital cast members and friends mourn the passing of GH icon Tristan Rogers. Drew punches Michael. Who is responsible for creating the Drew we see today? Is this the best character transformation on a soap opera in a recent memory? Should GH do a Who Shot Drew storyline reminiscent of Another World's famous Who Shot Jake storyline? Nick and Sharon almost kiss on The Young and the Restless, but they're interrupted by Adam and Chelsea. Melodie goes on a rant about Chance's off-screen funeral and how Y&R is doing the legacy of Chance, Nina, Jill and Katherine dirty with how this Chance murder storyline played out. All this and more on the latest Daytime Confidential podcast! Bluesky: @DCConfidential, LukeKerr, JillianBowe, Josh Baldwin, and Melodie Aikels. Facebook: Daytime Confidential Subscribe to Daytime Confidential on iTunes, Google Play, and Spotify.

Send us a textIn this episode, I have the absolute pleasure of speaking with Janey Lee Grace — a voice so many will recognise from BBC Radio 2's Steve Wright in the Afternoon, and an inspiring figure in the wellness and sobriety space. Janey is a bestselling author, broadcaster, founder of The Sober Club, and the host of the Alcohol Free Life podcast, which has clocked over 1.2 million downloads. She's also delivered the powerful TEDx talk Sobriety Rocks: Who Knew?, and has been a passionate advocate for holistic living for decades.Janey's own sober journey began in 2018 when what was meant to be a “Dry January” became a life-changing decision. She shares how she was never at “rock bottom” but was caught in the all-too-familiar mummy wine culture, using alcohol as a daily “treat” without realising how much it was impacting her wellbeing, identity and self-worth. Her turning point came after reading a relatable memoir that showed her sobriety could be about gaining joy, freedom and clarity — not losing out.We dive deep into the reality of being a so-called “normal drinker”, the impact of alcohol on sleep, mental health, and ageing, and why focusing on what you gain — rather than what you give up — is the key to making sobriety stick. Janey talks about stepping into a new identity, finding connection, creating a “sober toolkit”, and embracing small daily wins. We also explore the cultural shift towards alcohol-free living, the importance of finding joy outside the bottle, and her favourite techniques like EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) for managing emotions without numbing them.Janey's story is rich with personal insights — from her early career as a backing singer touring with Wham, to her transition into radio, to becoming a leading voice in the sober movement. It's a reminder that you don't have to hit rock bottom to make a change, and that life alcohol-free can open doors to more creativity, confidence and connection than you ever imagined.Key topics we explore in this conversation include:How Janey moved from daily drinking to long-term sobriety without a rock bottom momentThe power of focusing on gains instead of deprivation when going alcohol-freeHow alcohol affects sleep, energy, mood and the ageing processNavigating identity shifts in sobriety and building confidence in social settingsWhy connection is critical — and how The Sober Club supports its membersCreating a personalised “sober toolkit” to stay on trackFinding joy and purpose beyond drinking, from childhood passions to new adventuresHow EFT can help manage anxiety and cravingsJaney's journey from touring with Wham to becoming a BBC radio personality and bestselling authorIf you're sober curious, questioning your relationship with alcohol, or simply looking for inspiration to live more fully, this conversation will resonate deeply. Janey's warmth, honesty and wealth of experience make this a truly uplifting and practical episode.

Never Give Up is a retro 1970s & 80s pop hits music podcast. Please check out these great older songs. You might just like them. Artist names and song titles are in order of play... THE BEATLES-MICHELLE, STEVIE WONDER-I JUST CALLED TO SAY I LOVE YOU, CYNDI LAUPER-TIME AFTER TIME, PHIL COLLINS-IN THE AIR TONIGHT, LIONEL RICHIE-HELLO, IRENE CARA-WHAT A FEELING, ELTON JOHN-SACRIFICE, BONNIE TYLER-TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART, WHAM!-LAST CHRISTMAS, RICK ASTLEY-NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, BEE GEES-STAYIN' ALIVE. End. Thanks for listening from Ken Steele. 

Trek Untold beams in a special guest from the third season of "Star Trek: Strange New Worlds" as we chat with Cillian O'Sullivan, AKA the new Dr. Roger Korby. We discuss Cillian's fandom and love of Star Trek TNG, his unique take on the role and what was used from Michael Strong's performance VS what's new for this modern version, working with Ethan Peck as Spock and Jess Bush as Nurse Chapel, being part of a historic episode for Trekkies with Trelane and Q, how George Micheal and WHAM! persist into the 23rd century pop-culture zeitgeist, and what we can expect to see from Dr. Korby as the series continues.Please subscribe to our brand new YouTube channel: www.youtube.com/@trekuntold .There, you will see all the old episodes of this show, as well as new episodes and all of our other content, including shorts and some other fun things planned for the future.Visit my Amazon shop to check out tons of Trek products andother things I enjoy - https://www.amazon.com/shop/thefightnerd View the Teespring store for Trek Untold gear & apparel- https://my-store-9204078.creator-spring.com Support Trek Untold by becoming a Patreon at Patreon.com/TrekUntold.Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast and leave a rating if you like us!Follow Trek Untold on Social MediaInstagram: http://www.instagram.com/trekuntoldTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/trekuntoldFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/trekuntoldFollow Nerd News Today on Social MediaTwitter: Twitter.com/NerdNews2Day Instagram: Instagram.com/NerdNewsToday Facebook: Facebook.com/NerdNewsTodayTrek Untold is sponsored by Treksphere.com, powered by the RAGE Works Podcast Network, and affiliated with Nerd News Today.

This special episode weaves together the experiences of five queer artists who've navigated the exhausting terrain between authentic self and performed safety. From Matt Fishel's childhood joy being "bullied out" of him to Blake Mundell's voluntary enrollment in conversion therapy, these stories map the psychological geography of concealment.Each artist reveals how constant self-monitoring becomes second nature - whether it's Ty McKinnie learning not to talk with his hands or Vincent di Geronimo facing daily violence in small-town Connecticut. Yet these aren't simply survival stories. They're testimonies to the peculiar alchemy that transforms hidden pain into visible art, showing how queer resilience isn't about overcoming but about finding unexpected pathways through.Timestamped Takeaways[00:01:33] Childhood transformation: Matt Fishel recalls when joy turned to vigilance at age 11[00:02:56] Geographic isolation: Vincent di Geronimo's move from NYC to Connecticut brings immediate violence[00:05:37] Performative masculinity: Blake Mundell maintains image through sports and "manly" activities[00:06:44] Accidental outing: Aruan's preference for Wham! over Madness exposes him in classroom[00:10:57] Physical withdrawal: Matt Fishel becomes recluse after serious beating in Nottingham[00:11:57] Conversion therapy: Blake voluntarily enrolls seeking to eliminate "sinful desires"[00:13:42] Suicide attempt: Blake's confidential letter to pastor gets weaponised by church[00:19:06] Classroom cruelty: Vincent faces normalised homophobia in maths class[00:20:15] Body language policing: Ty McKinnie's father forbids talking with hands[00:21:43] Unexpected liberation: Blake finds freedom through telling friend's story[00:24:23] Musical salvation: Aruan discovers community through Prince and Bowie[00:26:37] Industry rejection: Matt Fishel told by labels to "cut the gay content"Guest BioThis special episode features five remarkable artists from the podcast's first season in 2021: UK-based Matt Fishel and Aruan, alongside US artists Vincent di Geronimo, Blake Mundell (performing as Courier), and Ty McKinnie. Each brings their unique perspective on navigating queer identity through music.Resource ListMatt Fishel's music: mattfishel.comTy McKinnie's work: tymckinnie.comCourier (Blake Mundell): therealcourier.comVincent di Geronimo: vincentdigeronimo.comRemastered and extended series 1 episodes:Matt FishelTy McKinnieAruanBlake Mundell / CourierSADBOY

The Bills hosted the Giants to kick off their preseason campaign on Saturday. Jenna Cottrell of 13 WHAM and Buffalo Plus joins Danger and Battaglia in The Sports Bar to share her observations on who stood out and whether or not the team is close to signing James Cook to the extension he seeks. Love the show? Share it! Listen, subscribe, and tell a friend!

**VJ Gary & The Pac To The 80's Replay On traxfm.org. This Week Gary Features The Mighty Pop Chart Year Of 1983. Featuring ABC, Joe Smooth, KC & The Sunshine Band, Freeez, Wham, Madonna, Elton John, Spandau Ballet, Herbie Hancock, Heaven 17, Kim Wilde, Phil Fearon & Galaxy, Tracie, George Benson, Linx, Whitesnake, Erasure, Limahl, Human League, Madness & More. #originalpirates #80smusic #popclassics #80sclassics #remixes #danceclassics #80charts #80sdancemusic #topofthepops Catch VJ Gary's Pac To The 80's Show Every Sunday From 3PM UK Time On www.traxfm.org Listen Live Here Via The Trax FM Player: chat.traxfm.org/player/index.html Mixcloud LIVE :mixcloud.com/live/traxfm Free Trax FM Android App: play.google.com/store/apps/det...mradio.ba.a6bcb The Trax FM Facebook Page : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092342916738 Trax FM Live On Hear This: hearthis.at/k8bdngt4/live Tunerr: tunerr.co/radio/Trax-FM Radio Garden: Trax FM Link: http://radio.garden/listen/trax-fm/IEnsCj55 OnLine Radio Box: onlineradiobox.com/uk/trax/?cs...cs=uk.traxRadio Radio Deck: radiodeck.com/radio/5a09e2de87...7e3370db06d44dc Radio.Net: traxfmlondon.radio.net Stream Radio : streema.com/radios/Trax_FM..The_Originals Live Online Radio: liveonlineradio.net/english/tr...ax-fm-103-3.htm**

A very special episode. Mark Maira and Shane Allen were invited to take over the conservative talk station WHAM 1180 for a couple of days. This is some of what they talked about.

A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life. by  r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1: Intervention - Wendy Meets Robb. Wendy I sat sullen, depressed, on the park bench in the early evening watching a man playing catch with a boy, probably his son. I was fingering the pistol inside my shoulder bag, my finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes to start the silent count one…two… Wham! I was startled, my fingers closed reflexively in response, including the finger on the trigger. I heard a loud bang inside my shoulder bag. I looked down and saw the bullet hole just above the brown leather bottom. I pulled my hand out of the bag and found it was trembling, my heart pounding in my ears.“Oh, I'm so sorry. I hope you weren't hit?” I looked up to see the man standing in front of me, his image hazy as tears formed in my eyes again. I couldn't even end my life without screwing it up. I heard his voice again, but not his words. I sat my bag on the bench next to me and looked up when he spoke again, his face showing concern. “No, it didn't hit me,” I replied dumbly. “You don't look so good, your eyes are red as if you've been crying. Is there anything I can do to help, do you want to talk?” “Uncle Robb, Dad's here to pick me up. Thanks for playing catch with me for a while,” came a voice from behind me. I watched as he tossed the baseball in the general direction of the voice. “Any time Ted, tell your father I'll talk with him later.” I watched as the boy ran past us, got into a car, waved, and was gone. Numbed by it all, nothing in my mind made sense, it seemed I wasn't worth anything to anyone. “Mind if I sit with you?” “Look, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not likely to be good company. I just found my husband with another woman. Not that I haven't suspected it for a while, but I thought our trial separation was working out. I just need to be alone.” “You weren't thinking of doing something stupid were you?” I looked at him, then my eyes went to the round hole in my bag. Stupid? It was a way out. My own husband hadn't slept with me in six months and he was getting off on another woman. Stupid? There was a reason I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I didn't want to be found dead wearing something the bastard had given me. Robb I'd tried to catch the ball, jumping up to snag it when it sailed above my head. I had hit it just enough to send it toward the attractive woman sitting on the bench not far away. I thought I heard it hit the bench, not her, but a muffled sound seemed to have made her jump, and I felt an apology was in order. When I stopped in front of her I saw the teary eyes, at first thinking it had hit her. Then I noticed her eyes were puffy red, she'd been crying for a while. Her dark curly hair hung below her shoulders, her brown eyes placed below nicely trimmed eyebrows. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, her exposed legs shapely, like the rest of her. She was obviously distressed, then I saw a small hole in her cloth shoulder bag as her eyes shifted to look at it. The slightly ragged hole seemed entirely out of place at that location. It was then I knew, the sound I'd heard wasn't the baseball hitting the bench–this woman needed help now. Wendy He sat down next to me even though I hadn't replied. Shit, did it matter? Another few minutes in my miserable life wasn't going to change anything. I hadn't even been able to kill myself and I realized I was pointing the pistol at the wrong person if I did. I knew I could never kill anyone, apparently not even myself. Then it popped into my head. If I were to do something now to get back at my husband I'd do what he had done to me. I would throw it in his face, telling him it was better than anything he had ever given me in all the years we'd been together. He hadn't been physically abusive to me, the fact he wouldn't touch me was painful enough; far worse in a way. What better way to get back at him by than by making him look like a man I now merely tolerated? That I had accepted his lack of performance, that I had loved him enough to accept it, but now I wouldn't. At first, I thought his lack of interest was due to the extra pounds I had put on made me unattractive to him. I lost the pounds, and it made no difference. Though the men at work made it evident they had noticed. I'd turned down several offers, thinking I would be true to our marriage vows–I wasn't that kind of woman. Now, maybe I needed to be. I would show him in a way he couldn't ignore. Brought back to the moment, I heard the man speak again, his hand on my shoulder as I looked at him with a blank expression. “Look, I'm not comfortable leaving you here alone by yourself. Too many things can happen to a woman in this park late in the day. Hell, even I'm leery of staying here too late. How about I take you for a coffee and you can tell me what you need.” I looked at him, “What I need is a good hard fuck. Can you do that?” I watched his face show a shocked expression. He didn't reply and I felt it just proved perhaps my husband was right– I wasn't even good for that anymore. I felt a sense of despair and desperation–I had been good for that at one time in my life. “Well, can you?” I pressed. “Yes, if you promise not to do anything more stupid than that,” looking at my bag. “You mean like take the pistol in my bag and shoot myself?” I replied facetiously. “That's what I had in mind, yes. I'll fuck you silly if you give me the gun.” He was looking right into my eyes, he wasn't looking at my boobs, or my legs. His eyes showed a genuine concern, his expression sympathetic, caring. I knew what the look of lust was in a man's eyes because I had been there before–it wasn't present in his. I reached for my bag and handed it to him, “You take it out.” I watched while he peered into my bag, inserted his hand, and pulled the pistol out. He flipped the safety on, removed the clip, took the bullets out, then placed it back inside with the clip inserted. He handed the bag to me while I looked at him with an earnest expectant expression. “Okay, coffee and a hard fuck, agreed.” He took my hand and held it gently, then looked into my eyes, “How about coffee, and a good fuck at my place if I can't talk you out of it. By the way my name is Robb.” “Agreed, I'm Wendy.” I walked beside Robb towards a nice looking car, glancing down at his left hand, I found he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Though I knew it really didn't mean a dam thing to man if he didn't want it to. I still had revenge on my mind, thinking why put a bullet into my brain when I could go home, and shoot my husband right in the nuts, ending his ability to have sex with another woman. That is, right after I told him I'd been screwed all night long with a huge cock and loved every minute of it. I smiled to myself, thinking of the horror I'd see on his face when the pistol moved from his face down to his crotch. He would probably shit his pants before I pulled the trigger. Then he would dance around in agony as I turned and walked away–his penis and balls splattered on the floor around him. Robb opened the door of his car for me and I slid in thinking I was an idiot for marrying my husband in the first place. Two goddamned years of my life wasted trying to be a good wife while he flirted with most of my friends. They thought it was cute for a while, but when he propositioned one of them their attitude changed. I should have seen it, but I was still too love struck to recognize it for what it was. He really wanted me, not them, he was trying to make me jealous was what I had told myself over and over. Then it dawned on me one day when he didn't come home for an entire night–he didn't want me and wasn't man enough tell me to my face. I felt the car come to a stop and realized I hadn't said a word to Robb the entire time. I looked at him feeling like I was the lowest scum of the earth, a woman brought so low to want a man she had never met to screw her like a whore, but not charge for it. I wanted revenge and this was one way to get it. He looked at me while he placed his hand on my arm. “I'm buying the coffee and anything you want to eat, you talk, and I'll listen.” “Okay, but then we go to your place and you fuck me.” “That was what we agreed on,” he replied without any indication he was judging me. Why should he judge? He was getting a piece of ass for the price of a coffee and a donut. I watched when he passed in front of the car and came to open the door for me. Shit, what did I have to lose? Nothing. Robb was more attractive than my husband and he didn't have a gut that hung over his belt. We walked into the small diner, and I followed him to a table next to the window and sat down across from him. The waitress walked up with a menu and started to hand them to us with a smile. “We won't need a menu thank you. Two coffees, I'll take mine black, with a Danish, and whatever the lady would like.” The expression on the waitress's face was something I could appreciate. This wasn't going to result in much of a return to her for the effort she was going to put in–it was kind of like me and my marriage. “I'll have the same thank you.” I watched while she walked away and I turned my gaze to Robb, surprised to see he was studying something other than the cleave showing in my blouse–he was looking at my face. “You're an attractive woman when you don't have tears in your eyes. I'll bet you have a beautiful smile.” I moved in my seat, and looked away, feeling my face go red. When I looked back I couldn't help but give him a small smile. “Wendy, you talk. I'll listen, that was our agreement, well that and the other thing.” “If you think I'll talk and change my mind about the other thing, I won't.” “Fair enough, I'll keep my promise.” Our coffees arrived and I found myself spilling my guts as if someone had spoken an incantation to open my soul. I only stopped when the waitress returned, refilled our cups, and then I went on. He listened, never saying a word, just nodding his acknowledgement a few times. “You know, I'd like to kill that asshole. He's made my life, me, feel worthless for almost a year. I haven't told anyone about it until now, not even my parents, though I think they know things haven't been going well.” “Parents usually know even if you don't tell them. Mine always seemed to know if the woman I was dating didn't fit me before I discovered it for myself.” His expression didn't suggest much of anything–it seemed a simple acknowledgement he had endured a few failed relationships. I studied his face as he took another sip of coffee, his brown eyes and hair looked attractive to me, even his day-old stubble made him look manly. He didn't have those cute dimples, or a strong jaw line like I'd read in romance novels. Still, he was handsome in an understated way. Perhaps it was his calm demeanor and confidence that made him appealing. He called for the check and I watched as the waitress placed it in front of him. He looked at it as I read the amount of the bill, looking at it upside down. Reaching for the wallet in his back pocket he pulled out a ten and a five. The waitress returned a minute later, picking up the receipt and money, not smiling. “I'll be back with your change.” “Keep the change, you've earned it.” The last look I had of her showed a broad smile. The tip exceeded the amount of the bill by more than five dollars. He stood, waited for me to stand, then followed me out to the car and opened the door for me, closing it after I was inside. I pulled the sun visor down and looked in the mirror–at least my eyes weren't puffy and I was glad I hadn't used mascara, only eyeliner, though I hardly looked radiant. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, I'd talked for over two hours, and it was past seven, almost eight. “Ready to go home now?” he asked evenly. I knew my husband would be gone, it was a Saturday night, and he hadn't spent one with me in so long I couldn't remember the last time he had. It was one of the things I thought would change when we agreed to separate–that he would take me out like we were dating. We lived in the same house, I worked days, he worked the afternoon shift. It had been stressful, but we had made it work–sort of. “You mean to my house?” “Yes, I thought perhaps you might have changed your mind. Just checking to make sure.” I looked into his eyes. “I haven't. Take me home and do what we agreed to do.” Chapter 2: A Promise Delivered Robb I listened while she talked, letting her life unfold in front of me. She relaxed after a while, and the details she revealed told me she was a decent person. She had been raised a Catholic, left her faith to marry her husband, who was a Baptist, and found afterward his idea of marriage didn't quite jive with her own. It was more than a shock when she learned he was seeing one of their close friends from their congregation while she was at work–spending most of his day with her two, or three times a week. He had essentially left her by herself, not offering affection, or love even after she begged him to act as a husband. Yes, I felt pity for her, but pity somehow seemed less than what she really deserved. Frankly, more than once, I thought her husband was screwed up in the head. Her husband wanted her to be entirely obedient to his demands, and when she resisted even a little, decided she was not a worthy wife. Christian my ass, he was sinning while his wife sought to be loyal to him. She had concluded at the end of our talk she was glad she had remained on birth control despite his wanting her to become pregnant. She was honest about it with him, saying they should make sure they were financially secure before starting a family. He hadn't minded her birth control before they were married despite his religious teaching, but he had changed his tune afterward. His parents had asked her frequently if she were expecting, adding additional stress. I was eager to do something for her, but I was torn given the circumstances. If I didn't have sex with her what was the take away for her? I was sure it would only add to her miserable emotional state–if a stranger was unwilling to take her to bed her husband must be right. She would leave and find a bridge to jump off of. I had committed to having sex with her and she hadn't changed her mind. She was a very attractive woman, in that respect, I found the prospect acceptable. It was what would happen afterward that concerned me most. I had made the promise and I would keep it to best of my ability. I felt like an idiot for thinking letting her talk would change things. I knew I would have to be convincing when the time came–I had to be all in, or it was unlikely to work. Wendy It was a twenty minute drive to his apartment and when we started walking to the door I didn't feel anything other than excitement. He had treated me with dignity and respect the entire evening and never once was there a hint he considered me flawed, and unworthy of his attention. When he unlocked the door of his apartment I took a deep breath, it was time. Despite the fact I'd never done anything like this before, I was ready. We walked inside and when the lights came on I found myself in a nicely furnished apartment. It was mostly clean, with attractive colors, pictures on the walls. It was better than my own home in one respect, there wasn't a single religious saying, or picture– the Lord Jesus was not at hand here. I heard the door close and latch behind me with a click, then the padlock go home–I was alone with him and no one knew of my whereabouts. If this were a den of inequity, it felt right to me. I had come here for a specific reason and despite my slight apprehension, I wanted it to happen. I was wondering how hesitant he was going to be based upon his checking to see if I had changed my mind. I didn't have a chance to turn all the way around to face him when my feet left the floor, and I was in his arms. I gave a small shriek of surprise, then saw his face turn to look at me while my ass hung down; he held my legs at the knees with one arm, my back with the other. “Here on the floor, or in bed?” My mind raced. Oh shit, this is going to happen, oh shit. “I… I… don't… bed, on the bed.” We walked into the dark hallway and turned into a bedroom as I held onto him. The room was dim, a nightlight casting light onto the bed from the bathroom. My heart was beating so damn hard it felt like a beating bass drum was in my chest, pounding in my ears, my face felt flushed. He lay me down on the bed, then moved onto it next to me. “Robb… I…” His lips came hard onto mine and my response was swift and sure as I returned it with all I had. I sent my hand out to his back and pulled him to me as we wrestled together in a frenzied tangle. I broke our kiss, took a breath, and pushed onto him again. My body felt hot, as if it were being baked slowly, some parts warming faster than others. I ran my fingers through his hair and rolled on top of him, pressing my pelvis hard against his leg. We kissed, I rubbed hard, then harder, my pussy responding with soft, warm, pleasure. I pulled away and half sat up, cursing to myself–too much coffee. Damn, this was no time to have to take a pee. “Robb, I need to use the bathroom, I'm sorry, but I can't wait.”' “I'm not going to run away,” he said. I couldn't help but smile. Damn, he wanted to fuck me so badly he could hardly stand it. The thought thrilled me,–I was sure I could see it in his expression. Who was I kidding? I wanted it more. I don't know what I was thinking as I washed my hands after pulling my panties back up under my skirt. I was thinking I had ruined the moment. I had botched shooting myself, and now this. I was wrong as he pulled me down onto the bed and started to unbutton my blouse, his lips came to my chest, then moved to my neck. My arousal quickly shot through the roof as my hands went down to his crotch to find him firm and erect–it had been so long. I was breathing heavily as he pulled me up to a sitting position, removing my blouse and bra in what seemed mere seconds. His lips and tongue came to one breast, while the fingers of his other hand squeezed my nipple making my pussy ache. His passion consumed me, he wasn't like an animal clawing at me, but he was aggressive, confident, and knew what to do. His hand pulled my skirt up, the heel of his hand pressing firmly onto at the top of my slit, his fingers massaging my folds. I gasped and closed my eyes as the pleasure grew from each hard caress through my panties–I spread my legs wider and writhed with the stimulation I was feeling. I wanted more, that was my only thought as our lips met again, his lips sweet, moist, placed upon mine–it was as if they were specially made to be there. His kisses added to my arousal as my hands hungrily sought to touch him. It was as if a map of his body were imprinted in my mind–my hands found the buttons of his shirt, then the button of his pants. He sat up and I almost ripped the shirt off him, then reached down to yank his pants down and away. My hand dove into his briefs where I felt the firm, warm flesh of his erect member in my hand–the sensation added to my frenzy. I heard him growl into my ear as he brought his head next to mine, pushing me down onto the bed pinning me with his arms, his legs between mine, his hardness impossible to ignore. “I hope you're ready as I can't wait.” The words I needed thrilled me. I was a prize, lusted after,– his animal desires unmasked, directed only to me. Now, it was my lust combined with his and I wanted it to be hot, torrid. I looked into his eyes. “Do it,” as I reached down, grasping the tip of his cock. I ran his tip up and down over my slick slit, then placed it at my opening. I had my eyes open and watched as I felt him push inside me a few inches. On the exterior I must have looked somewhat calm, but inside I was on fire. His entrance was incredible–I was so damn sensitive. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. “Damn it, do it,” I ordered forcefully. That was the last thing I had to say as he took me hard, then softer, than hard again until the ache in my pussy flared white hot as I closed my eyes and pushed my head back onto the mattress. I clawed at his shoulders with my fingertips as I held my breath, my orgasm strong, but short. I let my breath out not knowing if he had climaxed with me or not. My gaze had gone to the digital clock as I closed my eyes when we started–only four minutes had passed since he had pushed into me. I expected a pause, thinking he would be completely spent, unable to continue for a while. I waited for him to pull out knowing he had kept his promise. I sought to keep him as long as I could, placing my hands on his lower back, pushing myself against him repeatedly to keep him inside. To my surprise he moved his mouth to my ear. “You were quick, do you want more?” “More,” I whispered not believing it was even possible, though thrilled he found me sensual enough to take me again. “Then get on top, you want a hard fuck, then show me what you mean.” His words emboldened me, we disengaged, and he went onto his back. I moved into position over him. I was so sloppy wet he went into me in a single push without my having to place him with my hand. This time, I pushed my lips onto his, kissing him as I as I rested with my arms on his chest, hardly moving my pelvis, pressing down firmly so my clit felt good. Then the urge to move grew and I couldn't resist. I shifted my position and started rocking my pelvis over his hard cock with abandon. I was like a wild woman as I slid him over and within me, hitting my clit with the shaft of his dick, gasping as I took him to my full satisfaction. I was getting close and lay down fully on top of him, hands on his shoulders, moving only my pelvis until I felt him grow large inside me. Within seconds a huge orgasm took me that made my first one look puny by comparison. I slowed down, heard him groan, his hands came to my buttocks, pulling me onto him as he drove deep and held still. I felt his first strong pulses and felt them fade away as his hands came to caress my buns. After a minute, I slowly moved off and gave him a smile. Damn, it felt good to sin this way. My husband had never been this kind to me, finishing most times before I had even come close. I didn't know what to expect now. Was I good enough for more? Was he? Would he take me home? He took me into his arms and as we lay there caressing each other I closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about my husband, about what I had almost decided to do before I met Robb. I had been laid as I wanted. I was still living and my problems hadn't gone away. Regardless, I felt damn good for the first time in almost a year and he had proven I was a woman worth craving. I watched as Robb got up and walked into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with towels in his hand. He handed one to me, wrapped one over his crotch, slide back into bed, and reached for me after I put my towel in place. “Wendy, what do you want to do? It's almost twelve.” “Are you sorry you agreed to this?” I asked in a whisper. “Kiss me.” I sat up and looked at him. “You just screwed me two times, and you want me to kiss you?” “Yes, but for the record, you screwed me the second time.” For the first time in a long time I laughed–a real laugh. I felt so damned good. I had fucked Robb good and hard giving both of us pleasure. Who the hell was my piss-ant husband to tell me I wasn't a woman worth keeping? I had just proven I was to a man I had met hours ago. I leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss worthy of an award. I sat back up and looked at him with a stupid grin. “Well?” “It's a long walk to where you live, it's late, and I don't want to drive.” “Which means?” “You're not a stupid woman and anyone who treats you as if you are isn't worth having in your life.” “I don't have anything to wear?” He looked at me. “So far, that doesn't seem to be a big problem.” I realized the absurdity of my words and started to laugh. The hint of anxiety I had been feeling evaporated when his hand came to caress my breast, then grasped my shoulder pulling me down to lay on him.“ "You aren't afraid I'll do something stupid are you?” “No. You have a pistol without any bullets. So, if you want another stupid, hard fuck to make things better and not think of another way to harm yourself I'll give it to you.” - to be continued.. By R A Wallace for Literotica

A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life. by  r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1: Intervention - Wendy Meets Robb. Wendy I sat sullen, depressed, on the park bench in the early evening watching a man playing catch with a boy, probably his son. I was fingering the pistol inside my shoulder bag, my finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes to start the silent count one…two… Wham! I was startled, my fingers closed reflexively in response, including the finger on the trigger. I heard a loud bang inside my shoulder bag. I looked down and saw the bullet hole just above the brown leather bottom. I pulled my hand out of the bag and found it was trembling, my heart pounding in my ears.“Oh, I'm so sorry. I hope you weren't hit?” I looked up to see the man standing in front of me, his image hazy as tears formed in my eyes again. I couldn't even end my life without screwing it up. I heard his voice again, but not his words. I sat my bag on the bench next to me and looked up when he spoke again, his face showing concern. “No, it didn't hit me,” I replied dumbly. “You don't look so good, your eyes are red as if you've been crying. Is there anything I can do to help, do you want to talk?” “Uncle Robb, Dad's here to pick me up. Thanks for playing catch with me for a while,” came a voice from behind me. I watched as he tossed the baseball in the general direction of the voice. “Any time Ted, tell your father I'll talk with him later.” I watched as the boy ran past us, got into a car, waved, and was gone. Numbed by it all, nothing in my mind made sense, it seemed I wasn't worth anything to anyone. “Mind if I sit with you?” “Look, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not likely to be good company. I just found my husband with another woman. Not that I haven't suspected it for a while, but I thought our trial separation was working out. I just need to be alone.” “You weren't thinking of doing something stupid were you?” I looked at him, then my eyes went to the round hole in my bag. Stupid? It was a way out. My own husband hadn't slept with me in six months and he was getting off on another woman. Stupid? There was a reason I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I didn't want to be found dead wearing something the bastard had given me. Robb I'd tried to catch the ball, jumping up to snag it when it sailed above my head. I had hit it just enough to send it toward the attractive woman sitting on the bench not far away. I thought I heard it hit the bench, not her, but a muffled sound seemed to have made her jump, and I felt an apology was in order. When I stopped in front of her I saw the teary eyes, at first thinking it had hit her. Then I noticed her eyes were puffy red, she'd been crying for a while. Her dark curly hair hung below her shoulders, her brown eyes placed below nicely trimmed eyebrows. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, her exposed legs shapely, like the rest of her. She was obviously distressed, then I saw a small hole in her cloth shoulder bag as her eyes shifted to look at it. The slightly ragged hole seemed entirely out of place at that location. It was then I knew, the sound I'd heard wasn't the baseball hitting the bench–this woman needed help now. Wendy He sat down next to me even though I hadn't replied. Shit, did it matter? Another few minutes in my miserable life wasn't going to change anything. I hadn't even been able to kill myself and I realized I was pointing the pistol at the wrong person if I did. I knew I could never kill anyone, apparently not even myself. Then it popped into my head. If I were to do something now to get back at my husband I'd do what he had done to me. I would throw it in his face, telling him it was better than anything he had ever given me in all the years we'd been together. He hadn't been physically abusive to me, the fact he wouldn't touch me was painful enough; far worse in a way. What better way to get back at him by than by making him look like a man I now merely tolerated? That I had accepted his lack of performance, that I had loved him enough to accept it, but now I wouldn't. At first, I thought his lack of interest was due to the extra pounds I had put on made me unattractive to him. I lost the pounds, and it made no difference. Though the men at work made it evident they had noticed. I'd turned down several offers, thinking I would be true to our marriage vows–I wasn't that kind of woman. Now, maybe I needed to be. I would show him in a way he couldn't ignore. Brought back to the moment, I heard the man speak again, his hand on my shoulder as I looked at him with a blank expression. “Look, I'm not comfortable leaving you here alone by yourself. Too many things can happen to a woman in this park late in the day. Hell, even I'm leery of staying here too late. How about I take you for a coffee and you can tell me what you need.” I looked at him, “What I need is a good hard fuck. Can you do that?” I watched his face show a shocked expression. He didn't reply and I felt it just proved perhaps my husband was right– I wasn't even good for that anymore. I felt a sense of despair and desperation–I had been good for that at one time in my life. “Well, can you?” I pressed. “Yes, if you promise not to do anything more stupid than that,” looking at my bag. “You mean like take the pistol in my bag and shoot myself?” I replied facetiously. “That's what I had in mind, yes. I'll fuck you silly if you give me the gun.” He was looking right into my eyes, he wasn't looking at my boobs, or my legs. His eyes showed a genuine concern, his expression sympathetic, caring. I knew what the look of lust was in a man's eyes because I had been there before–it wasn't present in his. I reached for my bag and handed it to him, “You take it out.” I watched while he peered into my bag, inserted his hand, and pulled the pistol out. He flipped the safety on, removed the clip, took the bullets out, then placed it back inside with the clip inserted. He handed the bag to me while I looked at him with an earnest expectant expression. “Okay, coffee and a hard fuck, agreed.” He took my hand and held it gently, then looked into my eyes, “How about coffee, and a good fuck at my place if I can't talk you out of it. By the way my name is Robb.” “Agreed, I'm Wendy.” I walked beside Robb towards a nice looking car, glancing down at his left hand, I found he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Though I knew it really didn't mean a dam thing to man if he didn't want it to. I still had revenge on my mind, thinking why put a bullet into my brain when I could go home, and shoot my husband right in the nuts, ending his ability to have sex with another woman. That is, right after I told him I'd been screwed all night long with a huge cock and loved every minute of it. I smiled to myself, thinking of the horror I'd see on his face when the pistol moved from his face down to his crotch. He would probably shit his pants before I pulled the trigger. Then he would dance around in agony as I turned and walked away–his penis and balls splattered on the floor around him. Robb opened the door of his car for me and I slid in thinking I was an idiot for marrying my husband in the first place. Two goddamned years of my life wasted trying to be a good wife while he flirted with most of my friends. They thought it was cute for a while, but when he propositioned one of them their attitude changed. I should have seen it, but I was still too love struck to recognize it for what it was. He really wanted me, not them, he was trying to make me jealous was what I had told myself over and over. Then it dawned on me one day when he didn't come home for an entire night–he didn't want me and wasn't man enough tell me to my face. I felt the car come to a stop and realized I hadn't said a word to Robb the entire time. I looked at him feeling like I was the lowest scum of the earth, a woman brought so low to want a man she had never met to screw her like a whore, but not charge for it. I wanted revenge and this was one way to get it. He looked at me while he placed his hand on my arm. “I'm buying the coffee and anything you want to eat, you talk, and I'll listen.” “Okay, but then we go to your place and you fuck me.” “That was what we agreed on,” he replied without any indication he was judging me. Why should he judge? He was getting a piece of ass for the price of a coffee and a donut. I watched when he passed in front of the car and came to open the door for me. Shit, what did I have to lose? Nothing. Robb was more attractive than my husband and he didn't have a gut that hung over his belt. We walked into the small diner, and I followed him to a table next to the window and sat down across from him. The waitress walked up with a menu and started to hand them to us with a smile. “We won't need a menu thank you. Two coffees, I'll take mine black, with a Danish, and whatever the lady would like.” The expression on the waitress's face was something I could appreciate. This wasn't going to result in much of a return to her for the effort she was going to put in–it was kind of like me and my marriage. “I'll have the same thank you.” I watched while she walked away and I turned my gaze to Robb, surprised to see he was studying something other than the cleave showing in my blouse–he was looking at my face. “You're an attractive woman when you don't have tears in your eyes. I'll bet you have a beautiful smile.” I moved in my seat, and looked away, feeling my face go red. When I looked back I couldn't help but give him a small smile. “Wendy, you talk. I'll listen, that was our agreement, well that and the other thing.” “If you think I'll talk and change my mind about the other thing, I won't.” “Fair enough, I'll keep my promise.” Our coffees arrived and I found myself spilling my guts as if someone had spoken an incantation to open my soul. I only stopped when the waitress returned, refilled our cups, and then I went on. He listened, never saying a word, just nodding his acknowledgement a few times. “You know, I'd like to kill that asshole. He's made my life, me, feel worthless for almost a year. I haven't told anyone about it until now, not even my parents, though I think they know things haven't been going well.” “Parents usually know even if you don't tell them. Mine always seemed to know if the woman I was dating didn't fit me before I discovered it for myself.” His expression didn't suggest much of anything–it seemed a simple acknowledgement he had endured a few failed relationships. I studied his face as he took another sip of coffee, his brown eyes and hair looked attractive to me, even his day-old stubble made him look manly. He didn't have those cute dimples, or a strong jaw line like I'd read in romance novels. Still, he was handsome in an understated way. Perhaps it was his calm demeanor and confidence that made him appealing. He called for the check and I watched as the waitress placed it in front of him. He looked at it as I read the amount of the bill, looking at it upside down. Reaching for the wallet in his back pocket he pulled out a ten and a five. The waitress returned a minute later, picking up the receipt and money, not smiling. “I'll be back with your change.” “Keep the change, you've earned it.” The last look I had of her showed a broad smile. The tip exceeded the amount of the bill by more than five dollars. He stood, waited for me to stand, then followed me out to the car and opened the door for me, closing it after I was inside. I pulled the sun visor down and looked in the mirror–at least my eyes weren't puffy and I was glad I hadn't used mascara, only eyeliner, though I hardly looked radiant. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, I'd talked for over two hours, and it was past seven, almost eight. “Ready to go home now?” he asked evenly. I knew my husband would be gone, it was a Saturday night, and he hadn't spent one with me in so long I couldn't remember the last time he had. It was one of the things I thought would change when we agreed to separate–that he would take me out like we were dating. We lived in the same house, I worked days, he worked the afternoon shift. It had been stressful, but we had made it work–sort of. “You mean to my house?” “Yes, I thought perhaps you might have changed your mind. Just checking to make sure.” I looked into his eyes. “I haven't. Take me home and do what we agreed to do.” Chapter 2: A Promise Delivered Robb I listened while she talked, letting her life unfold in front of me. She relaxed after a while, and the details she revealed told me she was a decent person. She had been raised a Catholic, left her faith to marry her husband, who was a Baptist, and found afterward his idea of marriage didn't quite jive with her own. It was more than a shock when she learned he was seeing one of their close friends from their congregation while she was at work–spending most of his day with her two, or three times a week. He had essentially left her by herself, not offering affection, or love even after she begged him to act as a husband. Yes, I felt pity for her, but pity somehow seemed less than what she really deserved. Frankly, more than once, I thought her husband was screwed up in the head. Her husband wanted her to be entirely obedient to his demands, and when she resisted even a little, decided she was not a worthy wife. Christian my ass, he was sinning while his wife sought to be loyal to him. She had concluded at the end of our talk she was glad she had remained on birth control despite his wanting her to become pregnant. She was honest about it with him, saying they should make sure they were financially secure before starting a family. He hadn't minded her birth control before they were married despite his religious teaching, but he had changed his tune afterward. His parents had asked her frequently if she were expecting, adding additional stress. I was eager to do something for her, but I was torn given the circumstances. If I didn't have sex with her what was the take away for her? I was sure it would only add to her miserable emotional state–if a stranger was unwilling to take her to bed her husband must be right. She would leave and find a bridge to jump off of. I had committed to having sex with her and she hadn't changed her mind. She was a very attractive woman, in that respect, I found the prospect acceptable. It was what would happen afterward that concerned me most. I had made the promise and I would keep it to best of my ability. I felt like an idiot for thinking letting her talk would change things. I knew I would have to be convincing when the time came–I had to be all in, or it was unlikely to work. Wendy It was a twenty minute drive to his apartment and when we started walking to the door I didn't feel anything other than excitement. He had treated me with dignity and respect the entire evening and never once was there a hint he considered me flawed, and unworthy of his attention. When he unlocked the door of his apartment I took a deep breath, it was time. Despite the fact I'd never done anything like this before, I was ready. We walked inside and when the lights came on I found myself in a nicely furnished apartment. It was mostly clean, with attractive colors, pictures on the walls. It was better than my own home in one respect, there wasn't a single religious saying, or picture– the Lord Jesus was not at hand here. I heard the door close and latch behind me with a click, then the padlock go home–I was alone with him and no one knew of my whereabouts. If this were a den of inequity, it felt right to me. I had come here for a specific reason and despite my slight apprehension, I wanted it to happen. I was wondering how hesitant he was going to be based upon his checking to see if I had changed my mind. I didn't have a chance to turn all the way around to face him when my feet left the floor, and I was in his arms. I gave a small shriek of surprise, then saw his face turn to look at me while my ass hung down; he held my legs at the knees with one arm, my back with the other. “Here on the floor, or in bed?” My mind raced. Oh shit, this is going to happen, oh shit. “I… I… don't… bed, on the bed.” We walked into the dark hallway and turned into a bedroom as I held onto him. The room was dim, a nightlight casting light onto the bed from the bathroom. My heart was beating so damn hard it felt like a beating bass drum was in my chest, pounding in my ears, my face felt flushed. He lay me down on the bed, then moved onto it next to me. “Robb… I…” His lips came hard onto mine and my response was swift and sure as I returned it with all I had. I sent my hand out to his back and pulled him to me as we wrestled together in a frenzied tangle. I broke our kiss, took a breath, and pushed onto him again. My body felt hot, as if it were being baked slowly, some parts warming faster than others. I ran my fingers through his hair and rolled on top of him, pressing my pelvis hard against his leg. We kissed, I rubbed hard, then harder, my pussy responding with soft, warm, pleasure. I pulled away and half sat up, cursing to myself–too much coffee. Damn, this was no time to have to take a pee. “Robb, I need to use the bathroom, I'm sorry, but I can't wait.”' “I'm not going to run away,” he said. I couldn't help but smile. Damn, he wanted to fuck me so badly he could hardly stand it. The thought thrilled me,–I was sure I could see it in his expression. Who was I kidding? I wanted it more. I don't know what I was thinking as I washed my hands after pulling my panties back up under my skirt. I was thinking I had ruined the moment. I had botched shooting myself, and now this. I was wrong as he pulled me down onto the bed and started to unbutton my blouse, his lips came to my chest, then moved to my neck. My arousal quickly shot through the roof as my hands went down to his crotch to find him firm and erect–it had been so long. I was breathing heavily as he pulled me up to a sitting position, removing my blouse and bra in what seemed mere seconds. His lips and tongue came to one breast, while the fingers of his other hand squeezed my nipple making my pussy ache. His passion consumed me, he wasn't like an animal clawing at me, but he was aggressive, confident, and knew what to do. His hand pulled my skirt up, the heel of his hand pressing firmly onto at the top of my slit, his fingers massaging my folds. I gasped and closed my eyes as the pleasure grew from each hard caress through my panties–I spread my legs wider and writhed with the stimulation I was feeling. I wanted more, that was my only thought as our lips met again, his lips sweet, moist, placed upon mine–it was as if they were specially made to be there. His kisses added to my arousal as my hands hungrily sought to touch him. It was as if a map of his body were imprinted in my mind–my hands found the buttons of his shirt, then the button of his pants. He sat up and I almost ripped the shirt off him, then reached down to yank his pants down and away. My hand dove into his briefs where I felt the firm, warm flesh of his erect member in my hand–the sensation added to my frenzy. I heard him growl into my ear as he brought his head next to mine, pushing me down onto the bed pinning me with his arms, his legs between mine, his hardness impossible to ignore. “I hope you're ready as I can't wait.” The words I needed thrilled me. I was a prize, lusted after,– his animal desires unmasked, directed only to me. Now, it was my lust combined with his and I wanted it to be hot, torrid. I looked into his eyes. “Do it,” as I reached down, grasping the tip of his cock. I ran his tip up and down over my slick slit, then placed it at my opening. I had my eyes open and watched as I felt him push inside me a few inches. On the exterior I must have looked somewhat calm, but inside I was on fire. His entrance was incredible–I was so damn sensitive. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. “Damn it, do it,” I ordered forcefully. That was the last thing I had to say as he took me hard, then softer, than hard again until the ache in my pussy flared white hot as I closed my eyes and pushed my head back onto the mattress. I clawed at his shoulders with my fingertips as I held my breath, my orgasm strong, but short. I let my breath out not knowing if he had climaxed with me or not. My gaze had gone to the digital clock as I closed my eyes when we started–only four minutes had passed since he had pushed into me. I expected a pause, thinking he would be completely spent, unable to continue for a while. I waited for him to pull out knowing he had kept his promise. I sought to keep him as long as I could, placing my hands on his lower back, pushing myself against him repeatedly to keep him inside. To my surprise he moved his mouth to my ear. “You were quick, do you want more?” “More,” I whispered not believing it was even possible, though thrilled he found me sensual enough to take me again. “Then get on top, you want a hard fuck, then show me what you mean.” His words emboldened me, we disengaged, and he went onto his back. I moved into position over him. I was so sloppy wet he went into me in a single push without my having to place him with my hand. This time, I pushed my lips onto his, kissing him as I as I rested with my arms on his chest, hardly moving my pelvis, pressing down firmly so my clit felt good. Then the urge to move grew and I couldn't resist. I shifted my position and started rocking my pelvis over his hard cock with abandon. I was like a wild woman as I slid him over and within me, hitting my clit with the shaft of his dick, gasping as I took him to my full satisfaction. I was getting close and lay down fully on top of him, hands on his shoulders, moving only my pelvis until I felt him grow large inside me. Within seconds a huge orgasm took me that made my first one look puny by comparison. I slowed down, heard him groan, his hands came to my buttocks, pulling me onto him as he drove deep and held still. I felt his first strong pulses and felt them fade away as his hands came to caress my buns. After a minute, I slowly moved off and gave him a smile. Damn, it felt good to sin this way. My husband had never been this kind to me, finishing most times before I had even come close. I didn't know what to expect now. Was I good enough for more? Was he? Would he take me home? He took me into his arms and as we lay there caressing each other I closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about my husband, about what I had almost decided to do before I met Robb. I had been laid as I wanted. I was still living and my problems hadn't gone away. Regardless, I felt damn good for the first time in almost a year and he had proven I was a woman worth craving. I watched as Robb got up and walked into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with towels in his hand. He handed one to me, wrapped one over his crotch, slide back into bed, and reached for me after I put my towel in place. “Wendy, what do you want to do? It's almost twelve.” “Are you sorry you agreed to this?” I asked in a whisper. “Kiss me.” I sat up and looked at him. “You just screwed me two times, and you want me to kiss you?” “Yes, but for the record, you screwed me the second time.” For the first time in a long time I laughed–a real laugh. I felt so damned good. I had fucked Robb good and hard giving both of us pleasure. Who the hell was my piss-ant husband to tell me I wasn't a woman worth keeping? I had just proven I was to a man I had met hours ago. I leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss worthy of an award. I sat back up and looked at him with a stupid grin. “Well?” “It's a long walk to where you live, it's late, and I don't want to drive.” “Which means?” “You're not a stupid woman and anyone who treats you as if you are isn't worth having in your life.” “I don't have anything to wear?” He looked at me. “So far, that doesn't seem to be a big problem.” I realized the absurdity of my words and started to laugh. The hint of anxiety I had been feeling evaporated when his hand came to caress my breast, then grasped my shoulder pulling me down to lay on him.“ "You aren't afraid I'll do something stupid are you?” “No. You have a pistol without any bullets. So, if you want another stupid, hard fuck to make things better and not think of another way to harm yourself I'll give it to you.” - to be continued.. By R A Wallace for Literotica

This week on The Metro, Rev. Jeff Ivins brings you the following artists for your time warp to the 1980s: David Bowie, T'Pau, The Alarm, Public Image Ltd., Maria McKee, Wham!, ABC, Devo, Jam, The Clash, Truth, World Party, Uncanny X-Men, and finishing off with Roxy Music.

There will be a day where Andy T does not wax lyrical about the highs of Shadowfast.  That day is not today as Issue 9 brings us conversations of short-form fiction, the state of UK comics and why you are all wrong. Not about anything in particular   CONTAINS:   Adepta Sororitas Daemonifuge  Shadowfast  Bowli Griefwing  Dwarf Lords  Cycles of Chaos 

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Poor old Johnnie Ray.Actually, I wonder what the heart wrenching vocal superstar of the fifties made of his starring role in the biggest selling single of 1982, thirty years after his own chart topping run? Did anyone ever ask how he felt watching the footage of his younger self in the video for Come On Eileen intertwined with Kevin's dungaree festooned Emerald Express on a London street corner. Perhaps, as he was famous for doing, he cried. I hope Mr Rowland at least sent him a thank you note.So, welcome back to 1982!Were you there in those now gone days of pop perfection? Did you dance in the ra-ra skirt to Duran Duran at the school disco? Did you shed a tear as The Jam called it a day on the new Channel Four pop weekly The Tube, even though Paul knew well(er) what the next chapter held for his newly formed council. Or perhaps the Smash Hits of over forty years ago exist for you in playlists and radio schedules discovered since. Either way, the NOW Yearbook (and Extra volume) welcomes you with a neon smile to bring together over 140 hits, memories, misses and otherwise that sum up a stellar twelve months of pop. And as 1981's steely electronic winter defrosted, a new pop was emerging. Duran, Spandau, Culture, Club, Wham!, Haircut 100 and a dazzling cast of many more were turning the colour back up on their (three channel) TV sets. Whilst the technology that gloriously gave us the new romantic sounds of 1981 was still driving the decade forward, suddenly we were taking ourselves, well, a bit less seriously. Pop was fun again as seen in the ever evolving, cheerleading extravaganza that was Top of The Pops. The charts were indeed alive to the possibilities of much more. Trevor Horn's hit production machine was digitising our delights with the sounds of ABC, Dollar and even the Appalachian hip-hop of Malcolm McLaren's Buffalo Gals. Seventies survivors such as Hot Chocolate, Roxy Music, ABBA, Marvin Gaye and others were upping their game and embracing - gasp - synthesisers! And you know what, it was sounding and looking (thanks to glossy videos) AMAZING.And across the pond in the US of A? Well, we were importing them our own brand of fabulous pop and they were sending us ROCK in the form of Steve Miller, Survivor and J Geils - but even that was, well, shiny and new. What was indeed going on?To quote Smash Hits (snip!) editor David Hepworth, there were, he said, “no patterns” to pop in 1982. Join chief editor of electrictyclub.co.uk Chi Ming Lai and author of 1984: The Year Pop Went Queer Ian Wade as we dive back into a fascinating twelve months of pop as chronicled in the NOW Yearbook 1982. Amongst many other things, discover which star(s) were upsetting the Musician's Union, find out more about the language of Smash Hits and how we need it more than ever, why old was the new New, learn about the NEXT BIG genre that you need in your life (Elegant Futurism!), why Germany was giving us EVERYTHING, and discover what Haysi Fantaysee were really up to on TOTP (if you dare!).The 1982 Yearbook - Hi Fidelity indeed! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Bob and Cory rant and rave about Coldplay trysts, old men in the boardroom, and Cory's sexual awakening.   00:13:53 - Booze News 00:33:12 - Schnozzcast Theater 00:46:20 - Gentleman's Agreement   Send your comments and existential questions to Schnozzcast@gmail.com! Follow us on YouTube, Instagram, Threads, and Facebook @Schnozzcast! And don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, PodBean, Audible, Amazon Music, or wherever you get your favorite podcasts!   Special thanks to Jack Moran for the intro and outro music. Follow him on Instagram @ thejackmoran.

Since Star Trek: Strange New Worlds season 3 premiered with back-to-back episodes that are extremely different in tone, we separated our podcast reviews into two episodes. Today, listen to Anthony and Laurie’s dive into “Wedding Bell Blues” to talk about Trelane the Q (although they never said Trelane or Q), Spock and Chapel, Roger Korby, and Laurie’s very biased views on the wedding industry and the band Wham.

Since Star Trek: Strange New Worlds season 3 premiered with back-to-back episodes that are extremely different in tone, we separated our podcast reviews into two episodes. Today, listen to Anthony and Laurie’s dive into “Wedding Bell Blues” to talk about Trelane the Q (although they never said Trelane or Q), Spock and Chapel, Roger Korby, and Laurie’s very biased views on the wedding industry and the band Wham.

The Whammers return to wham as hard as one can wham. However, Darkblade is very un-wham. Join us as we come to realise Darkblade is pointless, stay for the in depth conversation about Sony Spider-Man films.    This issue contains: Kal Jerico in “Nemo” Bloodquest – “Onslaught” (continued) Dwarf Lords – #1: “The Delusions of Chaos” Shadowfast (continued)

(00:00-14:55) Is this Wham or George Michael? Doug gets existential about social media. Anxiously awaiting Tim's Open picks on The Spread Zone. Audio of Freddie Freeman getting emotional before the ASG being back in Atlanta. Is Freeman a Hall of Famer. Jackson beard update. Grooming talk.(15:03-23:53) Time to clear the deck. What's worst: losing your wallet, keys, or phone? Down on the Apple TV remote.(24:03-33:43) E-Mail of the DaySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textHere in episode 230 of the No Name Music Cast, it is Tim's turn to pick the topic and he chooses to talk about the biggest hits of the 1980s!We cover music from Wham!, Paul Young, Men at Work and Human League to name only a few.We also cover EGOT winners, Taylor Swift, MTV, Vegemite and pancakes!Support the showEmail the show: nonamemusiccast@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nonamemusiccastpodcast/ https://nonamemusiccast.com/

Florence + The Machine - Ship To Wreck Ultravox - Dancing With Tears In My Eyes Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc Blur - Parklife Men At Work - Overkill OneRepublic - Nobody Chappell Roan - Good Luck Babe David Bowie - Let's Dance Harry Styles - Late Night Talking Wham! - Everything She Wants Justin Timberlake - Can't Stop The Feeling Junior Senior - Move Your Feet The Human League - Don't You Want Me CeeLo Green - Forget You Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks Duffy - Mercy Queen - A Kind Of Magic Deacon Blue - Real Gone Kid Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

32.039 Rip-roaring and ROCKIN' on a Tuesday nite! Join the Aztec Werewolf for a bouncy, bountiful blend of roots-rompin' sounds on "Go Kat, GO! The Rock-A-Billy Show!" Wishing the late Louis Jordan a happy 117th birthday from all of us down here in the Motorbilly Studio! Dig some low-down dog tunes, some revved-up hot rod action, some WHAM-tastic 50's rock n' roll and some real boot-scootin' honky-tonk numbers, too! It's good to the last bop!™Please follow on FaceBook, Instagram & Twitter!

经历过80年代的中国人对于“威猛”这个名字都不会感到陌生，因为他们被称作是第一个来到中国演出的西方流行乐队，让我们回到40年前，1985年4月10日的北京工人体育馆。40年前我17岁，还在上高中，当时是从报纸上看到的关于英国“瓦姆”电子乐团来北京演出的消息，在放学之后专门到位于西单体育场的售票处去询问票价，当时的价格是五块钱人民币还送一盘原版磁带，但是由于经济问题，我就这样失去了和西方流行音乐第一次接触的机会，但是后来从同学那里借来的威猛乐队的磁带却成为了我流行音乐的启蒙，从很多去过这场演唱会的朋友那里，听到那些关于音乐会现场的描述，令人无比羡慕，使得这场音乐会更是充满了神秘感。这场音乐会给当时的中国第一代流行音乐人带来的启发，崔健还有和我同样年纪的老狼，张岭还有高旗都在现场，对他们的日后音乐发展产生了重要的影响，这场音乐会也推动了中国摇滚乐的发展。40年后当年威猛乐队的成员之一Adrew Ridgeley重返北京,和40年前相比，北京已经是另一个世界。Wham! - Bad BoysGenesis - Dance On VolcanoGenesis - Turn It On Again Wham! - Wham Rap(Enjoy What You Do)Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go GoWham! - FreedomBlondie - RapturePet Shop Boys - West End Girls Wham! - Young Guns (Go For It)Wham! - Everything She Wants

Fáilte ar ais chuig eagrán nua de Ar An Lá Seo ar an 27ú lá de mí an Mheithimh, liomsa Lauren Ní Loingsigh. I 1986 bhí an Taoiseach ag iarradh olltoghchán I 1987, agus dúirt sé is cuma faoin toradh den reifreann colscaradh. I 1997 thosaigh Bertie Ahern mar Thaoiseach an oíche roimhe I gcóir cúpla bhliain. I 1975 chuir daoine cheist ar na daoine sa chontae chun uisce a chaomhnú mar go raibh foinse uisce ag éirí gann. I 1986 bhí iarracht dheireanach chun dúnadh iomlán a sheachain ag Aerfort na Sionainne an tseachtain sin agus dúradh go mbeadh sé chun é a dhéanamh. Sin Wham! Le Edge Of Heaven – an t-amhrán is mó ar an lá seo I 1986. Ag lean ar aghaidh le nuacht cheoil ar an lá seo I 1981 fuair Michael Jackson a chéad uimhir a haon aonair sa Bhreatain le One Day In Your Life. Thaifead sé é dá albam a tháinig amach I 1975 darbh ainm Forever, Michael. I 1987 bhí Whitney Houston an chéad bhean I Meiriceá chun sroich uimhir a haon sna cairteacha lena halbam darbh ainm Whitney. Bhí sí an chéad bhean chun sroich uimhir a haon ceithre huaire nuair a tháinig I Wanna Dance With Somebody amach. Agus ar deireadh breithlá daoine cáiliúla ar an lá seo rugadh Khloé Kardashian I Meiriceá I 1984 agus rugadh aisteoir Matthew Lewis sa Bhreatain ar an lá seo I 1989 agus seo chuid de na rudaí a rinne sé. Beidh mé ar ais libh an tseachtain seo chugainn le heagrán nua de Ar An Lá Seo. Welcome back to another edition of Ar An Lá Seo on the 27th of June, with me Lauren Ní Loingsigh 1986: the taoiseach was targeting a general election for a year from now, no matter what the outcome of the divorce referendum. 1997: bertie ahern settled in last night for a long spell as taoiseach. 1975: water supply caretakers throughout the county were directed to ask the public to conserve water, as water sources were running low. 1986: a last ditch attempt to avoid a total shutdown of shannon airport on thursday morning appeared likely to succeed. That was Wham with Edge Of Heaven – the biggest song on this day in 1986 Onto music news on this day In 1981 Michael Jackson had his first solo UK No.1 with 'One Day In Your Life' a song recorded by Jackson for his 1975 album, Forever, Michael. 1987 Whitney Houston became the first women in US history to enter the album chart at No.1 with 'Whitney' she also became the first woman to top the singles chart with four consecutive releases when 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' hit No.1. And finally celebrity birthdays on this day –Khloé Kardashian was born in America in 1984 and actor Matthew Lewis was born in the UK on this day in 1989 and this is some of the stuff he has done. I'll be back with you next week with another edition of Ar An Lá Seo.

In this episode of 'Music for Breakfast,' the hosts review Lil Baby's latest album 'Who Hard Is Me.' They discuss their favorite tracks, least favorite songs, and overall impressions of the album, while sharing some behind-the-scenes reactions. The conversation also delves into the impact of streaming on album sales, the prevalence of 360 deals in the music industry, and the ongoing beef within YSL. Join Octavia March, Jay Manning, Kia, and Roulette for a thought-provoking discussion on cultural topics intertwined with music.00:00 Introduction and Album Discussion00:48 Hosts Introduction and Show Overview01:44 Lil Baby's Album Breakdown02:41 Favorite and Least Favorite Tracks07:07 Streaming and Music Industry Insights11:39 YSL Beef and Gunna Controversy14:10 Final Thoughts and Album Ratings17:22 Closing Remarks and Social Media Plugs#lilbaby #rap #hiphop #fyp #trending #wham #music #youtube Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. No copyright infringement intended. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Power-couple Shirlie and Martin Kemp join Tanya Rose to share their travel secrets this week.In this episode, Shirlie and Martin describe the life-changing experience of travelling the world with their respective bands Wham! and Spandau Ballet, their poignant travel memory of getting married in Saint Lucia and why having a travel agent is the secret to a good holiday…Plus, the pair take us through their turbulent rally car adventure through Asia and Martin shares the tale of the moment he was threatened at gunpoint in Brazil!Don't forget to follow @travelsecretsthepodcast and remember, you can watch all of our episodes on YouTube.Places mentioned:Venice, ItalyRome, ItalyTrattoria al Moro, RomeRistorante Sabatini, RomeBeijing, ChinaMiami, Florida,Rio de Janerio, BrazilCape Town, South AfricaLe Club 55, FranceLa Bastide de Marie, FranceThe Cliff, BarbadosSaint LuciaVietnamBahamasSydney, AustraliaNecker Island Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Get ready to break a sweat as Spunky and Wolfman dive into the wonderfully awkward world of physical education! In this episode, our hosts reached out to fellow pop culture podcasters to share their most memorable—and most cringe-worthy—gym class experiences from the 70s and 80s.From the brutal battlefields of dodgeball to the stick-wielding chaos of floor hockey, our guests don't hold back. You'll hear tales of rope climbing victories and defeats, the mysterious allure of parachute day, and those unforgettable moments when athletic prowess (or lack thereof) was on full display.But perhaps nothing sparks more nostalgia and confusion than the age-old question: What was the deal with mandatory square dancing in gym class? Our podcasting friends weigh in on this peculiar tradition that somehow found its way into gymnasiums across America.As if the gym class stories weren't enough entertainment, an unexpected Spotify game showdown erupts between Wham! and Wang Chung that nearly breaks the format entirely. Which 80s band reigns supreme? The competition gets heated as our guests battle it out with their musical knowledge.Whether you were the kid who dominated the Presidential Fitness Test or the one who strategically “forgot” your gym clothes, this episode will transport you back to those polyester-clad days of physical education. Dust off your sneakers and join us for a trip down memory lane that's equal parts hilarious and horrifying.*Warning: May cause flashbacks of climbing ropes and the lingering scent of gymnasium air.*Please, fill out this short survey:https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1eCzmh4jn6onsdfllOI_NencBhVWRRfvhWteLYfSbLxE/edit?usp=drivesdkSend us a voicemail:https://www.speakpipe.com/The70sVsThe80sSend us an email:The70svsthe80s@gmail.comChildren Of the 80shttps://open.spotify.com/show/4Oj8YAEgWuxixNOfMV7qOh?si=P2J2IUMZQw-BVtGDz9CfHwTotally 80s and 90s Recallhttps://linktr.ee/80s90srecall?utm_source=linktree_profile_share

Get the Clean Comedian Pro Tips Newsletter! Or go to https://jdcrevistoncomedy.substack.com/Grab your copy of “How To Produce Comedy Shows For Fun & Profit” here.Have a topic you want us to discuss? Reach out here.Be Our Guest: Are you a clean comedian interested in being on our podcast? Contact us! Stay Connected: Subscribe, rate, and review the podcast on Apple Podcasts. Your support helps us grow!Welcome to Episode 439 of The Clean Comedy Podcast! This week we welcome back the very talented Brian Kohatsu. Brian spent 20 years as an award-winning director before stepping away from the camera for a career in comedy. He quickly found success in radio and gained national recognition when he was featured on Sirius/XM. Brian trained with several improv troupes, before transitioning to stand up. He now performs at various comedy clubs, casinos, churches and corporate events around the country.His new coemdy special WHAM!! is dropping TONIGHT on his YouTube channel. Check them out at https://www.briankohatsu.com/ or at https://www.youtube.com/@comedianbriankohatsuCome see Zane and I! You can see all the tour dates at ZaneLamprey.comFeel free to email me: jamesdcreviston at GMAIL.COMBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-clean-comedy-podcast-w-jd-creviston--4825680/support.

Music possesses an almost magical ability to transform our emotional state, and nowhere is this more evident than with songs deliberately crafted to elicit joy. On this episode of Super Awesome Mix, we're returning to a favorite theme with Pure Joy Mix Volume 2, featuring twelve tracks scientifically engineered to boost your mood and put an irresistible smile on your face.We've structured this mix as a friendly competition between hosts, with Matt's selections comprising Side A and Samer's picks making up Side B. From the moment you press play, you'll feel the rush of dopamine that comes from Wham!'s iconic "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" and its instantly recognizable "jitterbug" intro. The journey continues through nostalgic hits like Blue Swede's "Hooked on a Feeling" and modern gems including Wet Leg's subversively joyful "Chaise Longue."Throughout our musical exploration, we unpack what makes certain songs universally uplifting – whether it's the infectious energy of Stevie Wonder's horns, the whistle-heavy hooks of Peter Bjorn and John that physically encourage smiling, or the self-affirming lyrics from Fitz and the Tantrums that remind us to "shine like the sun." We discover that joy comes in many forms: nostalgia, humor, empowerment, and the celebration of life's simple pleasures.This episode doesn't just offer a mood-lifting playlist. It provides insights into how different musical elements – from surprising intros that capture attention to lyrics that promote present-moment appreciation – work together to create an emotional response that's greater than the sum of its parts. Support the showVisit us at https://www.superawesomemix.com to learn more about our app, our merchandise, our cards, and more!

1. 张国荣 - 暴风一族 2. Technotronic - PUMP UP THE JAM 3. ECHO  怪客 4. Den Harrow - A TASTE OF LOVE 5. 梦剧院 - 飘去夏天 6. Magazine 60 - PANCHO VILLA  7. 陈慧娴 - 地球大追踪 8. Eurythmics - SWEET DREAMS 9. 蔡立儿 - 情不自禁 10. Erasure - OH L'AMOUR 11. 陈百强 - 神仙也移民 12. Bad Boys Blue - A WORLD WITHOUT YOU 13. 麦洁文 - Girlfriend 14. Pet Shop Boys - OPPORTUNITIES 15. 杜丽莎 - 劲到发电 16. MC Hammer/张立基 - TOO LEGIT TO QUIT/永不言败 17. 郭小霖 - 午夜人狼 18. Fancy - SLIDE ME NICE 19. 草蜢 - 夜是跳舞版 20. Tony Turn - CHERRY CHERRY 21. 林志美 - 摄石人 22. S ‘Express - HEY MUSIC LOVER 23. 柏安妮 - 尖东 24. Yazoo - DON'T GO 25. 草蜢 - 爆灯 26. Shirla E - GLAMOUROUS LIFE 27. 梅艳芳 - 黑夜的豹 28. The Jacksons - CAN YOU FEEL IT 29. 开心少女组 - 再不易忘记 30. Yazz - THE ONLY WAY IS UP 31. 许志安 - 费煞心思 32. Tin Tin - I BEG YOUR PARDON 33. 甄楚倩 - 无伴的舞 34. The Beach Boys and Fat Boys - WIPEOUT 35. 谭咏麟 - 小生怕怕 36. Mike Oldfield - MOONLIGHT SHADOW 37. 林志美 - 月影 38. Belinda Carlisle - WE WANT THE SAME THING 39. 蔡立儿 - 蠢东西 40. Laura Branigan - GLORIA 41. 露云娜 雨中 - SHA LA LA 42. Stuart Garrett - KEEP ON RUNNING 43. 黄敏华 - HONEY HONEY 44. Wham! - I'M YOUR MAN 45. 甄妮 - 天跌落嚟当粒米 46. Public Image Limited - DON'T ASK ME 47. 陈百强 - 过去... 永远都如此 48. Madonna - BURNING UP 49. 林忆莲 - 独行少女 50. Michael Jackson - BEAT IT

(00:00)Intro (5:30)College Hockey (13:53)SOT (18:58)Selects (21:53)USA Hockey Nationals (29:17)NTDP Selections (35:48)Cowgirl Shootout (42:06)World Selects Invitational (47:42)Big One (49:08)USHL/WHL Draft (1:00:35)Orion Cup (1:02:50)Robertson Cup (1:06:52)Clark Cup (1:10:17)High School Coaches (1:24:02)WHAM 101 (1:29:46)New Office

Garth Heckman The David Alliance TDAgiantSlayer@Gmail.com      3 Then the king instructed Ashpenaz, the master of his eunuchs, to bring some of the children of Israel and some of the king's descendants and some of the nobles, 4 young men in whom there was no blemish, but good-looking, gifted in all wisdom, possessing knowledge and quick to understand, who had ability to serve in the king's palace, and whom they might teach the language and literature of the Chaldeans.   NOTE…  They took the best of the best… not dummies. THATS WHY I WOULD BE SAFE… THATS A JOKE They would entertain them, feed them the best, meet their every need and put them with others who were also captured… take the best and the brightest, give them elite instructors, privileged education, New network and friends, New authorities over them, re-naming them… wearing them down. Many probably thought… … I deserve this …everyone is doing it … God has forgotten me … I will go back to God later … This is so much better than my previous life NOW IN A CULTURE THAT SERVED BAAL AND ASHERAH.   THE GOD OF MONEY and POWER AND SEX   - THEY ARE TEENAGERS!!!!   This sounds a lot like our universities.. take the best and the brightest, give them elite instructors, privileged education, New network and friends, New authorities over them, re-naming them…    V. 6 But even out of the best of Judah, only 4 boys are mentioned. Only four stood the test.    Remember… 3 Then the king instructed Ashpenaz, the master of his eunuchs, to bring some of the children of Israel and some of the king's descendants and some of the nobles, 4 young men in whom there was no blemish, but good-looking, gifted in all wisdom, possessing knowledge and quick to understand, who had ability to serve in the king's palace, and whom they might teach the language and literature of the Chaldeans.   The others must have caved. V.6 Now from among those of the sons of Judah were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah who stood out   Train them for 3 years. Give them a royal role for service.   NOTE: The Assyrian nation dominated by fear and intimidation. They would skin their enemies alive and wall paper their houses with their skin…   BUT THE BABYLONIANS… They were far more subtle… Change your surroundings Change your diet - the best to eat Change your friends Change your role - you are important Change your name - identity Change your education - mindset FEED THE FLESHLY DESIRES FOR  3 YEARS   Be careful for the enemy prowls…. Seeking whom he may devour…. Prowling is sneaky… and then WHAM. You are dinner. Are you allowing satan to pull your strings subtly? 

Today I dive into my trip to Austin for some Health Care at Ways 2 Well, 1970's toys by Wham-0 , My Love of the band Death Angel, Iron Maiden's insane new setlist and My week on the road in Arizona. Thanks for tuning in. Make sure you check my new special out on YouTube 5836 https://youtu.be/nbeaApu4OP0?si=HPOKI4OGHreoIDQg  Tour Dates - https://www.deandelray.com/tourdates  Patreon https://www.deandelray.com/patreon  KEEP ROCKING DDR  

Hola! Jason is in Spain with JKatz Moses, so the audio is a bit malnourished, but the discussion will still blow your hair back. Back in the states, Keith struggles with yet another "quick project" as he screws multiple things up and just can't make any headway. Jason and JKatz enjoy an 18-course meal overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, while we all wait in the drive thru at Chick-Fil-A. Enjoy the show! Be sure to check out Bits & Bits at www.bitsbits.com and use coupon code MORSELS15 to save 15% on your order of router and/or CNC bits. Be sure to hit up Katz-Moses Tools at www.KMTools.com - cool tools at a fair price. If it's on their website, it's in Jonathan's apron. www.kmtools.com **And check out the new Katz Moses aluminum channel French Cleat system with some bad azz 3D printed accessories that lock in place!! Say whaaaa?!?!?**WTB Woodworking has a new giveaway that includes over $100 in MagSwitch gear! The link for the giveaway will be: https://www.wtbwoodworking.com/giveaway , so go sign up and win yourself some sweet kit! This giveaway is live from 4/21/25 to 6/21/25. **Check out WTB Woodworking new store at 390 Pike Road, Unit 2, Huntingdon Valley, PA for lumber, slabs, woodworking tools and MORE!! Or shop online and earn yourself some Burkell bucks for every dollar you spend!Help us support Grit-Grip!! A revolutionary new breed of double-sided sanding sponges that we both LOVE! Check it out at https://grit-grip.com/ and use code "shopsounds" at checkout to get a free sanding block!The Bourbon Blade: https://www.bourbonmoth.com/shop/p/the-bourbon-blade-original-pocket-chiselIf you'd like to support us on Patreon and have access to our irreverent aftershow, you can sign up here: https://www.patreon.com/shopsoundspodcastYou can find us on Instagram, Youtube, Facebook and TikTok (maybe): Bourbon Moth Woodworking and Keith Johnson Woodworking

Epysode 38: "The Wham Of That Memphis Man!" In this epysode of Vinyl Relics, we dig into the raw, reverb-soaked world of Lonnie Mack's 1963 debut album, The Wham of that Memphis Man! A trailblazing blend of rock, blues, country, and soul, this record helped shape the sound of electric guitar in the decades to follow. From the iconic instrumental “Wham!” to Mack's soulful vocals on tracks like “Where There's a Will”, this epysode explores how the album became a touchstone for guitar legends and a cult favorite among collectors. Join us as we break down its influence, production quirks, and lasting legacy in the pantheon of American roots music. I hope you dig "The Wham Of That Memphis Man!" as much as I do. -Farmer John ===CONNECT & SUPPORT=+= Transport yourself into the realm of grooviness by supporting us on Patreon using this link --> patreon.com/FarmerJohnMusic Use this link to follow us on Facebook --> https://www.facebook.com/farmerjohnmusic/ Use this link to follow us on Instagram --> https://www.instagram.com/vinylrelics/ Use this link to follow us on TikTok --> https://www.tiktok.com/@vinylrelicspodcast Use this link to follow us on BlueSky --> https://bsky.app/profile/farmerjohnmusic.bsky.social And find us on X here --> @VinylRelicsPod Email me here --> ⁠farmerjohnmusic@gmail.com⁠ ===LINKS=== I used portions of this 2000 Lonnie Mack interview with John Broughton: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLhZIMw99go⁠ ...as well as a portion of “The Flying V Documentary”: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUUYjHTdzIc⁠   ===THE MUSIC=== Songs used in this Epysode, in order of appearance. Here's a link to a Spotify playlist for all the tracks featured ( *denotes track is not available on Spotify): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/55bCtrkFoPxnTdVGl63z1u?si=9a80c41590494e78  PLAINSONG "Call The Tune" *UNCLE DAVE MACON AND DORRIS “Night Train To Memphis” THE CHARIOTEERS “Wade In The Water” T-BONE WALKER “Stormy Monday” MERLE TRAVIS “Nine Pound Hammer” LES PAUL & MARY FORD “How High The Moon” GEORGE JONES “White Lightning” AL DEXTER & HIS TROOPERS “Pistol Packin' Mama” THE CHARMAINES “Don't Take Away Your Love” CHUCK BERRY “Memphis, Tennessee” LINK WRAY “Rumble” DUANE EDDY “Rebel Rouser” THE SHADOWS “Apache” DICK DALE “Miserlou” CHUCK BERRY “Johnny B. Goode” LONNIE MACK “Wham!” LONNIE MACK "Where There's A Will There's A Way" LONNIE MACK "Bounce" LONNIE MACK "I'll Keep You Happy" LONNIE MACK "Memphis" LONNIE MACK "Baby What's Wrong" LONNIE MACK "Down And Out" LONNIE MACK "Satisfied" LONNIE MACK "Suzie Q" LONNIE MACK "Why" LONNIE MACK "Down In The Dumps" LONNIE MACK “Chicken Pickin'” LONNIE MACK “Old House” LONNIE MACK “Too Much Trouble” LONNIE MACK “Gotta Be An Answer” THE DOORS “Roadhouse Blues” LONNIE MACK “The Hills Of Indiana” LONNIE MACK “All Good Things Will Come To Pass” LONNIE MACK “Hound Dog Man” LONNIE MACK & STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN “Double Whammy” ??MYSTERY ARTIST?? Tune in to next week's epysode to find out... NEWPORT ELECTRIC "Nobody Sings The Blues Anymore" (^^ that's my band! Shameless self-promotion!!) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Doug won't be much good to us, he's got water in his ears. Junior and Senior circuits. Jackson's beard. The hate listeners. The text line goes crazy when the discussion of Jackson offering his mother a foot rub comes up. The text line almost breaks. The text line is still going crazy. Jackson's Cardinals Corner. Any Cardinal teams similar to this year's Blues season? The boys break it down. I hear whistles. Biggest solo artist to come out of a boy band? Is the Jackson 5 a boy band? Wham! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It's WHAM episode 5! This one came to Magenta in a dream... a SIDESCROLLER video game movie. Starring JASON STATHAM. If the left side of the screen catches up with him... HE DIES. That's really all you need to know. ⁠Support Mags and Bernie on Ko-fi⁠ ⁠Find out about Long Cat Media's other podcasts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's WHAM episode 6! (The last one) It's the SpOoOoOkY Halloween episode! This time, Mags and Bernie are making a kooky stop-motion adventure starring the Hungry Hungry Hippos - going all the way back to 2500 BC! ⁠Support Mags and Bernie on Ko-fi⁠ ⁠Find out about Long Cat Media's other podcasts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices