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Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!” And To All A Good Lay  by  foehn. Recited by Connor. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You'd already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum. The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping. When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.” I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din. “Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong. He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face! He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there. I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention. I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!” Her Night Before Christmas by Ug. Recited by Natasha Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair. The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush. He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair. He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle. The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest. He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in. He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love. He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram. He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl. He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum. He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess. He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone. He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!” T'was The Night Before Christmas by LostNlove. Recited by Emily. It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused. The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy. I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He'd enjoy such a sight. Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan. I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow. I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard. When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round. Oh, what a present! I'm one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched. I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss. We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack. When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.” “No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.” I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.” He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp. “I've watched you this year; You're so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let's do this twice!” I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn't yet notice; Rug burns on my knees. I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go. I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit. As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell. “For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you've been nice.” He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop. His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa's hot cream! We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care. As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You're such a delight!” Twats The Night Before Christmas by  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas. Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare. I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck. When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn't be rude. Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses, With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing; “I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly! I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!” There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head; And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit. My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearls Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more. Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last. Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next. They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad. Of all the pussies my wife's was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly. She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done. With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.” Tinder Christmas Eve By HarryDNewhouse Recited by Aria Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won. “Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick. There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!” A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!' Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight. My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear' I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry. Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair. The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair. ‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes. Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!' His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered. Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice. Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?' I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End. NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODY By Eurika. Recited by Ryan Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house' Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable. I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play. I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door' to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning. A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head. She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.” I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me. Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done. He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go. “Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy. We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“ Kay's Christmas Worship By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick. Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob. It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she'll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true. Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He's one lucky man, tonight he stands tall. Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone. It's starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack. Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die. His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows. She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it's all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce. Donna's Night Before Christmas By Gaurd. Recited by Molly. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he'd take me, right then and there. But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view. In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me. I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name! "Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more! With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. 'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead! I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound. He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show. The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide! His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly! He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!” And To All A Good Lay  by  foehn. Recited by Connor. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You'd already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum. The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping. When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.” I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din. “Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong. He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face! He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there. I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention. I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!” Her Night Before Christmas by Ug. Recited by Natasha Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair. The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush. He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair. He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle. The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest. He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in. He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love. He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram. He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl. He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum. He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess. He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone. He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!” T'was The Night Before Christmas by LostNlove. Recited by Emily. It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused. The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy. I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He'd enjoy such a sight. Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan. I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow. I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard. When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round. Oh, what a present! I'm one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched. I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss. We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack. When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.” “No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.” I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.” He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp. “I've watched you this year; You're so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let's do this twice!” I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn't yet notice; Rug burns on my knees. I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go. I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit. As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell. “For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you've been nice.” He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop. His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa's hot cream! We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care. As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You're such a delight!” Twats The Night Before Christmas by  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas. Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare. I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck. When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn't be rude. Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses, With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing; “I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly! I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!” There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head; And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit. My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearls Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more. Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last. Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next. They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad. Of all the pussies my wife's was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly. She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done. With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.” Tinder Christmas Eve By HarryDNewhouse Recited by Aria Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won. “Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick. There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!” A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!' Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight. My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear' I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry. Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair. The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair. ‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes. Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!' His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered. Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice. Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?' I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End. NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODY By Eurika. Recited by Ryan Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house' Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable. I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play. I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door' to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning. A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it's Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head. She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn't upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.” I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me. Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done. He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go. “Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy. We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“ Kay's Christmas Worship By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick. Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they'd not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob. It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she'll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true. Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He's one lucky man, tonight he stands tall. Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone. It's starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack. Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die. His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what's to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows. She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it's all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce. Donna's Night Before Christmas By Gaurd. Recited by Molly. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he'd take me, right then and there. But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view. In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me. I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name! "Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don't try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more! With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. 'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead! I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound. He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he'd already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show. The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide! His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly! He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

Monday - Threatlocker CEO Danny Jenkins on the lastest cyber-threats and why he may be the world's best boss. Jim talks about his holiday shopping frustrations. Brandon Kravitz on the Magic's first home loss, Scott Frost back at UCF, the Heisman vote and this week in NFL. Plus, JCS News, JCS Trivia & You Heard it Here First.

Have you ever tried to tackle an exercise only to realize your wrists aren't up for the task? If so, you're in good company. Listener Mary has this same struggle: “I tend to struggle with any exercise that requires me to put weight on my wrists. Any suggestions? Is it ok to turns my hands a bit or make a fist to support myself on my knuckles?” Wrist strength and mobility is a super common issue - and I'm going to help you address it! In this quick episode, I'll walk you through some simple exercises to help improve your wrist health, as well as modifications you can make to help you tackle your workouts pain free!

When it comes to the violence that these youth are displaying, a slap on the wrist is no longer enough and we need to start giving them REAL consequences for their violent and sometimes deadly actions.

Wrists and hand talk at HHC's Bone & Joint Institute

960: Summary  Kelvin Kelley returns to discuss the frustrations with online golf instruction and debunk common myths in the game. Kelvin emphasizes the importance of individualized instruction and the role of the body in the golf swing. Kelvin and Fred also discuss various aspects of the golf swing, including the concept of a turn in the golf swing and the role of the wrists. They also touch on the importance of investing in a good putter. Kelvin provides insights and tips for improving technique and mindset in the game of golf. TakeawaysOnline golf instruction can be frustrating due to the abundance of conflicting information and fads.Common myths in golf instruction include keeping the head down and keeping the left arm straight.Individualized instruction that takes into account the player's body and natural movements is key to improvement. The golf swing can be thought of as a throw or a coil, rather than a simple turn.The movement of the shoulders and upper body is a shoulder turn, while the movement of the arms and wrists is a throwing motion.The position and angle of the wrists depend on the grip and the desired club face position.Proper technique and understanding of the club's makeup are important for chipping and pitching shots.Mindfulness and focus on a specific aspect of the swing can help improve performance.Investing in a good putter and getting fitted for it can greatly impact putting performance.Two ways to become a Golf Smarter Ambassador and receive a choice of one of these great prizes including:        • *A Glove + Glove Compartment from RedRoosterGolf.com where you can now choose from a  large variety of styles of gloves for men and women in 36 sizes!          • A private link to Tony Manzoni's video “The Lost Fundamental”.        • *A pack of 8 Flightpath Golf Tees. A Tee Above All.Learn more at https://flightpathgolf.com. Request to introduce an episode to GolfSmarterPodcast@gmail.com.   Follow @golfsmarter on Instagram, X, Facebook, TikTok, YouTube for daily highlights and helpful insights from our interviews on the podcast. We also post articles and video shorts on LinkedIn @FredGreene (from Novato, CA).    This episode is sponsored by Indeed. Please visit indeed.com/GOLFSMARTER and get a $75 SPONSORED JOB CREDIT. Terms and conditions apply.This episode is brought to you by Mint Mobile. For a limited time all Mint Mobile wireless plans are $15 a month when you purchase a 3-month plan. To get this new customer offer and your new 3-month unlimited wireless plan for just $15 bucks a month, go to MINTMOBILE.com/GOLFSMARTER.This episode is brought to you by Timeline Nutrition. Timeline is offering 10% off your first order of Mitopure. Go to timeline.com/GOLFSMARTER.This episode is brought to you by ONE Bar. Find all ONE bars at a retailer near you or on Amazon.com

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Welcome into another live In The Paint Podcast with John Di Caprio. Today we get into the latest drama surrounding compound media and how they are rapidly approaching their last days as a network, Patrick Melton turning into Aaron Imholte more and more by the day as his fake rage was on full display, Pride month continues onward with Ray DeVito as their new face? This week in Steel Toe is Aaron a undercover "2" guy? Trump vs Biden debate tomorrow and the grifters are out to play. Will mother nature try and sabotage us again? Will blade's equipment even hold up? Has blade lost the plot? No matter what happens roll up, pour yourself a drink and most importantly have your tomatoes on stand by. To follow us further, make sure you check us out on Twitter or email us to let us know what's on your mind. To send a super tip use the stream elements link below. streamelements.com/winby2radio/tip Join this channel to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEsftM7zZtpE1iqL9vNuXOQ/join 00:00 Trailer 5:19 intro 33:33 debate talk 53:19 stevie lew acting skills are sub par 1:01:30 bye bye compound media 1:50:39 nlo's fake rage is alarming 2:20:13 break 2:25:50 ray pride 3:11:45 geno into trans? 3:32:40 steel toe loves wb2's april inspired mouse pad 4:04:31 everyones live/ rock bottom snipe 4:23:31 outro #podcast #comedy #live #kevinbrennan #steeltoe ​​​#stutteringjohn #opieandanthony #chadzumock #radio #standupcomedy #whiskey #jokes #fail #miserylovescompany #rekietalaw #arrest --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/john30224/message

In this episode we discuss a fairly new but already accomplished brand, Serica. We borrowed their 6190 Field Chronometer and 8315 Travel Chronometer for three weeks and it's time to give our take on these watches. Serica 8315 Travel Chronometer Serica 6190 Field Chronometer --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thiswatchlife/message

Someone on THEjoeSHOW was out shopping for a new watch when one of the employees at the store said that they have 'small wrists'... any guesses as to who?

Work nonsense is nonsense for us all.

In this look back episode, we find out that Epstein's brother has reported that Epstein had unexplained injuries to his wrists and shoulder as well as the other already reported injuries. He also says he has NOT been given the findings of the medical examiner despite her proclamation that she did provide all pertinent records. (Commercial at 9:05)To contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.foxnews.com/us/jeffrey-epstein-unexplained-injuries-wrists-shoulder-brother.amp

Gaga is coming back and my paws are UP. On this episode we're discussing Lady Gaga and Katy Perry coming back to pop music, North Wests Hollywood Bowl debut, Nicki Minaj getting arrested, and SO much more.  Save $20 on your first SeatGeek order when you use code "TOOPOPTOHANDLE" at checkout TV RECAP: RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars 9 E3 The Kardashians S5, E1 DREW RELEASES PLAYLISTS: Apple Music  Spotify  FOLLOW US: Instagram Twitter TikTok YouTube   FOLLOW ME:  Instagram Twitter TikTok EPISODE CHAPTERS:  00:00 - Introduction  09:42 - BBC's Radio 1 Big Weekend Recap (Sabrina Carpenter)  13:34 - Chappell Roan pulls the biggest crowd at Boston Calling 2024  15:56 - Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour hits Lisbon  18:49 - Lady Gaga releases Chromatica Ball HBO Max special, teases LG7 “GAGA RETURNS”  25:08 - Katy Perry begins to tease new era for upcoming 6th studio album  28:27 - Nicki Minaj arrested in Amsterdam  32:57 - The Kardashians S5E1 Recap  36:22 - North West stars in Hollywood Bowl's performance of The Lion King  40:51 - RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars 9 Episode 3 Recap 53:52 - Four Seasons Orlando Baby is living her best life  55: 47 - Bethenny Frankel VS Chanel 

In this look back episode, we find out that Epstein's brother has reported that Epstein had unexplained injuries to his wrists and shoulder as well as the other already reported injuries. He also says he has NOT been given the findings of the medical examiner despite her proclamation that she did provide all pertinent records. (Commercial at 9:05)To contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.foxnews.com/us/jeffrey-epstein-unexplained-injuries-wrists-shoulder-brother.ampBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

I am SO EXCITED to have Megan Kirkum, The Owner of successful salty jewelry brand, Salty Wrists on The Wicked Salty Podcast today! Megan created Salty Wrists from the ground up while raising not 1, not 2, not 3...but 4 girls simultaneously! Today we dive into what it's really like to be a Mompreneur and find out Megan's Salty Secrets to acheiving success on a personal and professional level!  Follow Megan https://www.instagram.com/saltywrists/ & https://anjbracelets.com/ Follow Jen https://www.instagram.com/wickedsaltylife/ & https://wickedsalty.com/    

The six pillar of health is in the Wrists. Here we talked the important of the wrist in taking pulses and finding the holistic assessment of the five elements. Holistic Medical Practitioner take pulses on the right and the left wrists to listen to the energy of the pulses of the organs in the body. Our wrists are made up of 8 bones with minimal tendon connection in the carpal bones and our wrists are the most intricate joints in the body. Here we go deep to tend to the root in the bottom line questioning why do we want good health? Hopefully you can explore this line of questioning to find out the orientation of the health solution that is best for your body and seize opportunities that you have been searching for. Be bold and explore!

A dream I had in the past

Ayyyooooo! We're coming to you live from Joel HQ AKA Melbourne. The gang is together and we're in for a LOOOOSE show! Before boarding our flight to Sydney, we almost missed it because Ricki spotted her biggest crush, F1 driver Nico Hulkenburg just doing a casual meet-and-greet near the gate. So we go into who our biggest crushes are. We play some audio of Holly Valance calling Greta Thunberg a 'demonic little gremlin' so we want to know who you find a Demonic Little Gremlin. Also, nicknames... let's hear yours because Ricki told us her mortifying nickname she used to get called at high school and Tim's nickname named after Little Richard. We spin the Wednesday Wheel and play perhaps the most hectic game of the Whisper Challenge, and Ricki shares in the Glossys what she did with her divorce ring before hanging with Rich. Listen live on the Nova Player. Follow us on Facebook, Instagram & TikTok.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Tanya and Cat as they talk about all the issues we can have with our wrists, elbows and shoulders, and how we can work through them, and use Yoga to try to help heal them. 

Australia correspondent Peter Ryan speaks to Lisa Owen about an Australian arrested after tying up the wrists of three aboriginal children and Australian women missing out on boosting their Superannuation balances.

Paul Houghoughi (The Climbing Physio) is one of the top physiotherapists in the world for climbing injuries. We talked about how to rehab lumbrical injuries, training with hypermobile fingers, wrist strengthening exercises, causes of synovitis and capsulitis, why stretching your fingers is important, blood work for stiff joints, tennis and golfers elbow, how to decipher different types of elbow pain, Paul's top advice to not get injured, and much more!Become a Patron - 7 Day Free Trial!patreon.com/thenuggetclimbing Watch the Video Interview:EP 207: Paul Houghoughi — Uncut Video!Check out Rhino Skin Solutions!rhinoskinsolutions.comUse code “NUGGET” at checkout for 20% off your next order!Check out KAYA!kayaclimb.comUse code "NUGGET" at checkout for 20% off your first year of KAYA PRO!Check out Crimpd!crimpd.comOr download the Crimpd app for free!Check out Tindeq!tindeq.comUse code “nugget” for $10 off your order!We are supported by these amazing BIG GIVERS:Michael Roy, Craig Lee, Mark and Julie Calhoun, Yinan Liu, Zach Emery, Alex Pluta, and Matt WalterShow Notes:  thenuggetclimbing.com/episodes/paul-houghoughiNuggets:(00:00:00) – Intro(00:02:28) – Topics covered(00:04:01) – Paul's grandfather, and how Paul became a climbing Physio(00:08:08) – Plans for the Olympics(00:08:44) – Lumbrical injuries(00:16:21) – Stress shielding(00:18:24) – Rehabbing lumbrical injuries(00:24:56) – Preventing lumbrical injuries(00:26:25) – Grip gears, and Alex Megos(00:29:19) – How to introduce a new grip position(00:34:13) – Training with hypermobile fingers(00:39:05) – The link between hypermobility and proprioception(00:41:33) – Wrist strengthening exercises(00:48:35) – Synovitis and capsulitis(00:55:39) – Climbing with synovitis and capsulitis(00:59:25) – How to promote finger health and prevent finger injuries at any age(01:03:06) – Why stretching your fingers is important(01:06:31) – Blood work for stiff joints(01:07:35) – What is normal to expect as we age?(01:09:18) – Playing the long game(01:11:08) – Hiding the broccoli(01:12:53) – The danger of overloading yourself with exercises(01:17:27) – Tennis Elbow(01:23:32) – My experience with Golfers Elbow(01:25:57) – End-of-range contractions(01:27:45) – Preventing elbow injuries(01:29:31) – How to decipher types of elbow pain (tendons vs. nerves vs. joints)(01:33:55) – Elbow joint issues(01:35:14) – Good rehab comes down to specific diagnosis(01:36:14) – Paul's top advice to not get injured(01:40:14) – Wrap up and EXTRA for Patrons!

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Tonight we're presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Black Knight Before Christmasby  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;My panties were hung on the bedpost with care,As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed,As visions of huge cock danced in my head;My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip,I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip.When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound,I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound;And naked away, to the window I dashed,Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash.The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold,Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold.When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But William, our black neighbor, who I've wanted all year,With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick,I knew in a moment I'd found my hard dick.While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came,As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name;“Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen!It's time that you knew what you've always been missin'!From the tip of my rod to the sack of my ballsI'll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!”His words, they made my fantasies fly;And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs;And started to spread and rub my bare lipsNow slick from the promise of a huge, black dick.And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock,And knew at the front door awaited my cock.I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs,Hot for the stud who awaited me there.When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment;Entered the room and tore off my garment;And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch;My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match.The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth,His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath;I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry,And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry.Hearing my breathing had become quite quickHe knew it was time to show me his prick.He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly,And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!”It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand;When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand;So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat;I straddled his cock and ground on his meat.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk,And sliding his finger inside of my ass,I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp.I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor,And licked the last drops of cum like a whore.And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod,“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!”And To All A Good Lay by  foehn. Recited by Connor.'Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers,my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!”You'd already laid down your stockings with care,and come to molest me in my easy chair.The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last,and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast,You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down,and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown.He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic,desiring our session of love to be drastic.Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft,you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft!By flickering firelight, its head disappeared,when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared,The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass,as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass.Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air,as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere.I took in the view with a wilting erection,and wondered “What's wrong with our burglar detection?”Santa was hopping and howling in hurt;I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt,And taking the pot, knocking over my rum,I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum.The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed,to think that this Christmas, he well could have died;And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping,I couldn't help think, that he shouldn't be peeping.When I recognized the odd look on his face,I reminded him, he had invaded our space.“And now come to think of it, where are the toys?“Surely you've brought some, for our little boys.”I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket,to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.)He walked to the chimney, and reaching within,unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din.“Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?”He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing's the matter,”and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong,he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong.He stashed the boys' presents, all under the tree,and turning he gave me, a new DVD;there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case,and one of them seemed to be wearing your face!He gave a big wink, walked right out the door.I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor.where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare.beneath the big blanket, now covering you there.I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side;you were already giving, your new dong a ride!And what had gone limp from our rude interruption,now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention.I reached for your free hand and guided it where;it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air.and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh,“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!”Her Night Before Christmasby Ug. Recited by NatashaTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.No creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were worn by the woman with care,She'd too much to drink, passed out on the chair.The woman who should have been snug in her bed,the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head.And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor,so drunk came she in, she'd forgotten the door.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger.To her door he did wander, and gave it a push,Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush.He spied a light on, in a room and did wander.looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder.Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair.This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair.He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake,but the young buxom woman, just wouldn't awake.He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle.which didn't awake her, but made her breasts tossle.The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver.decided to cup one, still she did not shiver.Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress.and finding her nipple, an interesting quest.He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh.and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high.Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin,to her panties and under, his fingers sank in.He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside.and with his free hand, then parted her thighs.And moving between, her legs he did shove.Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love.He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair,His dick found it's way, through her pubic hair.and into her pussy, his dick did so slam.then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram.He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved.Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove.She still was asleep, unaware of the world,so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl.He pushed her legs back, up over her head,And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed.He started to grunt, whilst having his fun.Then into her belly, shot all of his cum.He held himself still, til catching his breath,and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left.He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress,and zipped himself up, though she was a mess.He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door,before looking round, til he finally swore.“Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn't my home!”,then crept from the house, and left her alone.He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so,soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow.But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light,“Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!”T'was The Night Before Christmasby LostNlove. Recited by Emily.It was the night before Christmas;And all through my house.The Candles were glowing;And I was quite soused.The fire was warm;And so was the brandy.As I wrapped up the gifts;I was feeling quite randy.I sat in my nightie;Short silky and white.Hoping when Santa showed;He'd enjoy such a sight.Then top of the stairs;I heard a deep groan.It sounded familiar;I let out a moan.I turned round to see;And what do you know.There stood my Santa;His shaft in a bow.I saw that red ribbon;Round that cock so hard.And jumped off the couch;Without self regard.When he saw I was tipsy;He laughed and came down.I untied that bow;And wrapped my lips ‘round.Oh, what a present!I'm one happy wench.I sucked it then faster;my nipples he pinched.I rose to my feet;L and licking my lips.Then, held mistletoe;while he gave me a kiss.We moved to the couchWhere he laid me back.And thrust in his cock;All the way to his sack.When my hips rocked he said;Oh You like that I see.”I said,“Yes all though better;On the floor on my knees.”“No problem my dear;Anything that you wish.But first come here;Give me one more kiss.”I kissed his lips softly;Then I got on the floor.He teased so I begged;“Santa please give me more.”He lifted my nightie;Up over my ass.As he gave it a slap;I let out a loud gasp.“I've watched you this year;You're so naughty but nice.”He shoved it in deep saying,“Now, let's do this twice!”I slammed back against him,As he slammed into me.I didn't yet notice;Rug burns on my knees.I moaned and I came;my juices did flow.he pounded yet faster;deep as he could go.I came then again;and convulsed quite a bit.My fingers pressed hard;On my swollen clit.As I came I could feel;His dick start to swell.He smacked on my ass;And I let out a yell.“For when you were naughty,that will suffice.and now here is something;For when you've been nice.”He grabbed my hips tight,And his cock shot a pop.I soon came again;begging please do not stop.His dick throbbed and squirted;I thought I might scream.Oh the wonderful pleasure;Of Santa's hot cream!We collapsed on the floor,His hands in my hair,Then asleep by the fire,Without any care.As he was leaving;Before the sunlight.“Oh my darling;You're such a delight!”Twats The Night Before Christmasby  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas.Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block;Nothing was stirring, except for my cock.Her panties were hung by the chimney with care,I had a good feeling she soon would be bare.I was horny and naked all snug in my bed,While visions of big boobs danced in my head.With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck,I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck.When out by the hearth there arose such a noise,It sounded like girls and could not be boys.Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude,We might have guests, I couldn't be rude.Moonlight from the window cast a warm glowAnd gave my firm cock a good reason to grow;When, what should appear through my old reading glasses,But eight college girls, and their really firm asses,With little shy giggles, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment they wanted my dick.I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing,But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing;“I'm Dana I'm Heidi I'm Amber I'm Shelly!I'm Ali I'm Erin I'm Stephie I'm Nellie!From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!”There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match,My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch;So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds,I was anxious to learn who would first give me head;And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick,The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick.Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits,While each girl behind her all played with her clit.My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch,Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch;A sack full of toys she brought for the girls,It was full of vibrators with one made of pearlsTheir eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry!Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry!The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor,They pleasured each other, but all wanted more.Each girl took a turn and came over to me,They mounted my cock by the light of the tree.Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast,My biggest concern was how long I would last.Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet,I had fucked them all but I wasn't done yet.With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast,My wife let me know that she would be next.They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick,and watched how it's done, as my wife worked my dick.She lowered her pussy right onto my rod,We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad.Of all the pussies my wife's was the best,My cock was now tired and needed a rest.With my wife still horny, and claiming it's early,She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly.She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple,My smile was so big and showed off my dimple.She moved to their clits, and then one by one,Each girl did orgasm, until they were done.With evry girl limp and could take nothing more,They eventually dressed and went for the door.But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight,“Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.”Tinder Christmas EveBy HarryDNewhouse  Recited by AriaTwas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV.So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie.My kinky companion, was up for some fun.I sent him a message, to tell him he'd won.“Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone.No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone.I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick.I've been very naughty, so don't make it quick.There's a window unlocked, in the room at the back.It opens with ease, for you and your sack.I'm off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty.Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!”A mince pie and brandy were left on the table.Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you're able!'Well imagine my shock, when later that night.I'm rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight.My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear.‘Santa's here slut, and you're going to pay dear'I struggled beneath him, but couldn't get free.His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry.Was gagged by the stocking, I'd hung with such pride.Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side.My night dress was lifted, my body left bare.Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair.The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan.Spanked by a man, who'd invaded my home.By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore.If not for the stocking I'd be begging for more.Many strikes later, he decided to rise.I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs.It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there.Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair.‘You're such a bad girl, you deserve only coal.Now open your legs, and I'll choose me a hole'.Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise.A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes.Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor.‘Here's Santa's north pole, now take it you whore!'His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered.‘I'll ruin you slut', was all that he muttered.Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded.Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded.A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice.We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice.Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied.He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride.But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?'I awoke the next morning, to signs that I've seen.A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass.And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass.Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen.Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen.I yet was astonished, on tinder to find.‘Sorry I can't make it, I hope you don't mind'.Thus read the message, from my kinky friend.That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End.Night Before Christmas: ParodyBy Eurika. Recited by RyanTwas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house'Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse.Her stockings were flung on the end of the table,But I was alone watching porn over cable.I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock.To shoot my load in an old ragged sock.From the upstairs, came a noise so gay,I jumped from my chair,  seeking some randy play.I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door'to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor.For a moment, arose such a hot burning,Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning.A little old man, she was sucking his dick.He was dressed in all red, Oh God it’s Saint Nick.His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red.My wife was below him, and giving him head.She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught.I wasn’t upset though. I thought it was hot!He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice.She has been a bad girl, but you've been quite nice.”I gave them a smile, and nodded my head,Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed.He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free,He turned her round so she, was looking at me.Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick,She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick.At first he was slow, til she started to cum.He then fucked her hard, until she was done.He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack,And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back.He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.”He pulled up his pants, and started to go.“Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave.It'll be a long night, many more wives to see.”Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy,we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy.We looked out the window, her pussy still wet.he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jetI squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight.She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“Kay's Christmas WorshipBy drive me wilder. Recited by ClaraTwas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed.Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head.Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked,Giving him love, as they waited for Nick.Teasing his tip, then taking him deep.Both knew that this night, they’d not get much sleep.Laid out on his back, and watching her bob.His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob.It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit.She loves this good man, and she’ll never quit.Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view.Her loving like this, is giving and true.Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke.Sometimes very deep, without any choke.Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball.He’s one lucky man, tonight he stands tall.Picking the pace up, and starting to moan.There's no stopping now, he's in the hot zone.It’s starting to build, there is no turning back.His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack.Rope after rope, His love juice explodes.And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads.And looking at him, with those loving eyes.His love for this woman, for her he would die.His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose,A squeeze of her tits, since they're wearing no clothes.She closes her mouth, He knows what’s to follow,One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows.She worships his cock, her love pole her toy.She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy.For now it’s all over, his heart is in bliss.More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce.Donna's Night Before ChristmasBy Gaurd. Recited by Molly.‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.My stockings seductively, laid on the chair,In vain hope he’d take me, right then and there.But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed.While visions of fucking, danced in my head.Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap!Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter’s nap.When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter.I sprang from the bed, to see what's the matter.Despite my attire, to the window I flew.Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view.In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show.I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below.And what to my wondering, eyes could I see.But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me.I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick.But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick.More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame.He whistled and shouted, and called out my name!"Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid.Come on my vixen, don’t try to look stupid.Come down to the porch! And open the door!Now dash and come down! I want to see more!With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain,I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain.Despite my frustration, I got back to bed.'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead!I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way.Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée.Then To my amazement, In trembling I found.The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound.He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe.Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show!Up I was bundled, and flung on my back.He open his suit, and showed me his sack.His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!It looked he’d already, been hard at the sherry!My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below.My best Christmas gift,  he presented to show.The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby.Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby.But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head.Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk.He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side.He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide!His gift was so large, I nearly had cried.I came more than once, from his big woody ride.And then out he pulled, and over my belly.He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly!He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear.And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer.And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away."Merry Christmas Donna, you're such a good lay!”

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Cirroc Lofton (Jake Sisko in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) and sci-fi producer, Ryan T. Husk, critique, review and react to Star Trek: The Next Generation, episode 220, "The Emissary." Producer: Ryan T. HuskAudio Engineer: Scott Jensen Executive Producers:Dr. Susan V. Gruner & Jason OkunAssociate Producers:Homer FrizzellDr. Ann Marie SegalEve EnglandYvette Blackmon-TomTJ Jackson-BeyBill Victor ArucanTitus MohlerDarlena Marie BlanderDr. Mohamed NoorTierney C. DieckmannAnna PostRex A. WoodAnil O. PolatJoe BalsarottiMike Gu Dr.Stephanie BakerDequeueJustine Norton-KertsonCarrie SchwentFaith HowellEdward Foltz AKA Crewman guyMai, Live From TokyoMatt BoardmanChris McGeeJustin WeirJake BarrettJane JorgensenHenry UngerAllyson Leach-HeidJulie ManasfiMarsha "Classic" SchreierGreg K. WickstromJed ThompsonSpecial Thanks to Malissa LongoEvery week, we rewatch an episode of The Next Generation, relive and review it. Join us!Rewatch TNG every week and get in on the discussion - we'd love to have you!If you enjoy our content please leave us a five star rating and comment/review.Support and join the community here:https://www.patreon.com/The7thRuleWatch the episodes with full video here:https://www.youtube.com/c/The7thRuleSocial media:https://twitter.com/7thRulehttps://www.facebook.com/The7thRule/https://www.facebook.com/groups/The7thRuleGet cool T7R merchandise here:https://the-7th-rule.creator-spring.com/Malissa Longo creates fun and functional Star Trek art at:https://theintrovertedrepublic.com/Get radical Trek swag at Ryan's online store here: https://star-trek-and-chill.myshopify.com/We continue The 7th Rule journey without our friend, our brother, Aron Eisenberg.He is still with us in spirit, in stories, in laughter, and in memories, and the show must go on.

In this Episode with Dr Ian Gatt, we discuss a paper that he recently did a research review on covering wrist pain in adolescents. We cover the protocol that they used in the paper, potential limitations and how the outcomes should affect our Physiotherapy practice. See Ian's full Research Review here - https://physio.network/reviews-gattIan is the Head of Performance & Lead Physiotherapist for GB Boxing, with 20+ years of experience in a variety of sports. He is an Upper Limb Injury Specialist with the English Institute of Sport, with a keen interest in Hands & Wrists.If you like the podcast, it would mean the world if you're happy to leave us a rating or a review. It really helps!Our host is @James_Armstrong_Physio

Are you struggling with pain in your wrists? Do you need a healing touch from God? Then this episode is for you! Listen to this testimony by Pastor Linda Budd of RiverGate Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma. 

get your flow going, but take it easy on your upper body.  there are a few vinyasa series in this one, but we warm up to it...and give alternatives for the traditional chaturanga/updog. key practices include: core strengthening, spinal mobility, vinyasa, airplane (think locust in the air), and a finishing backbend of your choice.   

We've got bees in our bonnets! This week, we're celebrating the true meaning of Thanksgiving: pointing out every little thing that bothers you about loved ones. The things in gymnastics that drive us absolutely crazy, no matter how small, shallow, or irrational — the nitpickier the better! Floor Music Pet Peeves. Yes, we mean you, car-engine sounds. And fake endings, Spotify barf, and so much more Peeve or Reprieve: The New Game Show That's Sweeping the Nation! Floor Choreography Pet Peeves. What's the choreographic equivalent of a dad joke? We'll tell you Pet Peeve Skills. Sell the farm because we are tearing some animal leaps to pieces Pet Peeves at the Competition. Wrists, salutes, and meets that look like dog shows The Un-Pet Peeves. Special commendation for the skills and styles we just love YOUR STORIES We asked for your craziest meet and training equipment stories, and you delivered, vaulting right out the double doors and into the courtyard! The GIFT of Club Gym Nerd Join Club Gym Nerd (or give it as a gift!) for access to weekly Behind the Scenes episodes, dedications, mini-commissions and group commissions Club Gym Nerd members get access to all of our exclusive extended interviews, Behind The Scenes and College & Cocktails episodes. Buy our awesome clothing and gifts here and even "tapestries" (banners perfect to display in an arena) to support your favorite gymnast here. RELATED EPISODES Authorized Neutral Athletes Gymnastics Movie Club: Perfect Body Trouble in Romania Best Cheng Ever? RESOURCES & CITATIONS Gymnastics History and Code of Points Archive from Uncle Tim Follow the effects of the Russian invasion to Ukraine at Gymnovosti The Highest D and E scores from The Gymternet Men's Gymnastics coverage from Kensley Neutral Deductions MORE WAYS TO LISTEN HERE    

In this video, John Jackson discusses the value of intimate, small-scale events for building relationships and providing personalized content and support. He emphasizes the importance of hosting events that focus on relationships and value delivery, rather than scaling up to larger venues. The video also touches on the challenges and setbacks faced by entrepreneurs in scaling their businesses, and the need for careful consideration of metrics and system improvements before expansion. Personal growth, overcoming self-doubt, and the impact of supportive networks are also highlighted, along with insights on psychology and the importance of truth in one's life. • Scaling a real estate business with a focus on lease options. 4:10 • Entrepreneurship, marketing, and overcoming setbacks. 8:16 • Scaling a business and filtering social media. 12:42 • Scaling a business by replacing components and optimizing the backend. 19:11 • Scaling businesses with successful entrepreneurs. 24:16 • Scaling business and personal growth. 30:00 • Creativity, business, and overcoming self-doubt. 42:43 Text

We discuss Brady Tkachuk and Claude Giroux complaining about the behaviour of the fans. The reality is most Sens fans weren't booing the players. Will Steve Staios be the Senators' next GM? Will DJ Smith make it to the Sweden trip next week? The curious case of Jiri Smejkal. Is it easier to play in the NHL than the AHL? And we look ahead to the upcoming schedule.

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William and Jordan have come to the studio today with some very sore wrists (don't be lewd) after signing thousands of signatures, and everyone's generally feeling a little hot under the collar after the 90s AI yearbook photos went online. The boys also reply to your correspondence concerning dealing with dogs pooping in your garden and a top tip on how to deal with forgetting the name of the person you're dating. Join Sexted Extra and laugh along to William Hanson and Jordan North helping you navigate the challenges of modern life ad free at https://plus.acast.com/s/sextedmyboss. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On the latest edition of NML Tennis, players speaking out about constant change of balls from tournament to tournament, Osaka takes her coach back from Qinwen Zheng, Korda in Borat's homeland, and so much more! For more info, visit nmltennis.com

Yeah, I found just reason to add the wrist. #bluelightninghealing⁠⁠ ⁠⁠#blhmeditations⁠⁠ ⁠⁠#susypgoins⁠⁠ ⁠⁠#susyparkergoins⁠⁠ #chatwithsource #lightlanguage #fluidity #expression --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/susy-parker-goins/support

In this Dutch GP review episode; Campy shouts at Ferrari, Freya reminds us who the best driver on the grid is and James thinks the intro to this episode is the best thing he's heard on a podcast!  ---

Swazis are ok if the band is cool. Intro Music: Carnivore- Jesus Hitler https://demolisten.bigcartel.com/product/highball-five-cubes-cassette Submit music to demolistenpodcast@gmail.com. Become a patron at https://www.patreon.com/demolistenpodcast. Leave us a message at (260)222-8341 Queue: Harm Assist, Stedfast, Mean Machine, Strike Face, Tchernobyl, Private Hell, Skotos, Crown Vic, Ascended Dead, Camellia, Sinensis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkVZe3-pFBg https://stedfast.bandcamp.com/album/4-song-promo https://meanmachinernr.bandcamp.com/album/i-wanna-die-by-d-beat-four-roses https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=QXCX5tEe7JM https://uneviepourrienvinyles.bandcamp.com/album/tchernobyl-face-au-mur-ep https://privatehellrva.bandcamp.com/track/tower-of-silence https://skotos.bandcamp.com/album/ep-2023-2  

Writer, actor, and producer Tommy Do joins Greta this week to talk about his love for Paris Hilton, his addiction to driving around and hitting trash cans in high school, and growing up as a competitive figure skater. In a twist we rarely see, he even thanks his high school bully in the Guidance Counselor's office. He was voted Best Dressed senior year, which was a low-key read, but we're embracing it on this episode!   To see Greta in NYC on July 27th go to https://www.eventbrite.com/e/greta-titelman-exquisite-lies-tickets-637430159767   Follow Greta:Twitter: @gertie_birdInstagram: @gertiebirdTikTok: @gertie_birdFollow The Show:Instagram: @seniorsuperlativespodTikTok: @seniorsuperlatives Like the show? Rate Senior Superlatives on Spotify and Apple Podcasts and leave a review for Greta. Advertise on Senior Superlatives via Gumball.fmSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

David Woods has been a  PGA of America member since 1999. Prior to that he was a member in good standing of the Canadian PGA. David is the Director of Golf at The Vintage Club (Indian Wells CA) and is the former coach of 2003 Masters champion, Mike Weir. David joins #OntheMark to demonstrate his (in partnership with Sean Foley) new training aid, the ProSendr, which teaches the proper, and functional, wrist alignments in the golf swing. David believes the hands and wrists are the GPS of the golf-swing and understanding their important role and how they move to control clubface alignments and loft is paramount to good ball-striking. While he demonstrates the ProSendr he discusses important elements to quality golf shots such as: Clubface Alignment and Loft Control, Wrist Flexibility, Body Rotation and Wrist Relationships, the Timing of the Wrist-set in the Backswing, the Forces and Torques on the Wrists during the Swing, how the Clubface trails the Hand-path in the Downswing, and Wrist Alignments for Draws and Fades. He also illustrates how the ProSendr can be used for the Long Game, the Short Game and Putting improvement. This podcast is also available on YouTube. Search and subscribe to Mark Immelman.

Alex Renee is in the studio this week and we are blessed with another chaotic episode that ranges from debating if July or August Leos are superior to Spencer talking like a bro. The duo discuss Alex's stunning new eyeshadow palette, why being horny is NOT a bad thing, being whores for reality TV, why raccoons are so hateable, and so much more! Spencewuah: IG / TikTokAlex: IG / TikTok --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/imscreaming/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/imscreaming/support

Have you got sore elbows? Wrists and Forearms all jacked up? Painful elbows is the bane of any good BJJ person's life. It is commonly misdiagnosed as "Tennis Elbow" or tendonitis but there are some major reasons why your elbows hurt and Tennis is not the problem.  JT & Joey explain what you need to sort this out-Why am I So Sore?How to build ExtensionThe 5 minute Wrist Warm UpLacrosse Ball to Fix the ForearmsHow Hanging can save the DayMaking sure you take a little extra time to prepare your wrists, elbows and shoulders will ease the pain so you can train and enjoy your Jiu-jitsu more. If you are unsure of the different moves that the guys are referring to here are some links to get you started.Fix Your Wrists: https://youtu.be/hZ-wfMoEgZcStrengthen Forearms: https://youtu.be/9-SJwQq9oSw Ease Tight Shoulders:  https://youtu.be/ySazG0GlJAs

In this episode Tyler, Erin, and Eric talk about wrists and their role in CrossFit. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/primal-athletics-radio/support

We hear your cases every weekday at 6:40 & 7:40am. Today's case is The Broken Wrists, "Through sickness and in heath" is the vows of a marriage. But it says nothing about being stupid. Which is what happened with Darren and now needs his wife's help and she's leaving him hanging after he broke both his wrists and can't wipe. If you have a case you'd like to bring to Morning Court, contact us at WROR.com/Court All this and more on the ROR Morning Show with Bob Bronson and LBF Podcast. Find more great podcasts at bPodStudios.com…The Place To Be For Podcast Discovery

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Today's ID the Future brings listeners physicist and engineer Brian Miller's recent lecture at the Dallas Conference on Science and Faith, “The Surprising Relevance of Engineering in Biology.” Miller rebuts several popular arguments for evolution based on claims of poor design in living systems, everything from the “backward wiring” of the vertebrate eye to whales, wrists, ankles, and “junk DNA.” But the main emphasis of this discussion is the exciting sea change in biology in which numerous breakthroughs are occurring by scientists who are treating living systems and subsystems as if they are optimally engineered systems. Some in this movement reject intelligent design for ideological reasons. Others embrace it. But all systems biologists treat these systems as if they are masterfully engineered Read More › Source