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    EN07: Knocked-UpC01 Knock-Offs: Everybody’s got one! Sissy knock-offs is the rage everywhere. The American Sissy breeding farm can’t keep up with the Chinese production. The Whoring stations are empty, productivity is down. Seymour gives his spin on the history of the old USA and new USA Inc. The tides are changing. The VAC is crawling out of the sewer manholes. The Cunt-trie is sliding back into the economic hole it crawled out of.C02 Vagina Vote: The VAC is holding massive free HFA rallies, growing in strength and numbers, despite the government’s laws against Vagina worship. Its leader Hillary Clitcum, who miraculously escaped being caught at the DHMC attack, is going to run for the US presidency. The Russians are helping the VAC with rigging the election. Mary has a Recovery-Orgy party at the new vacation house.C03 Vaticum: Mary and Jane fly to the Vaticum on Sissy Gurl Airlines. The State Department is begging Mary to save the day again. Annie and Jane are sneaking around having a love-affair behind Mary’s back (naughty gurls).C04 Impregnation: An elaborate wedding ceremony for Mary and the Pope in Saint Penis Basilica. Mary takes a three round FO session with the worlds large Cock. She gets knocked-Up by the Pope, but misses her life-long partner Jane. Jane and Annie in the meantime are frolicking around the Vaticum playing house. Annie aspires to be Jane’s new DOM.C05 Service Plan: After protests (sponsored by the VAC) about sexual deprivation by women, the USA Inc. plans to counter the VAC on the home front by offering vaginal sex to married women and backdoor for un-married ladies. The housewives would be able to use their husbands MO credits at Whoring Stations. Meanwhile the Boosh-Goldberg Dune family sage continues with Yin & Yang FEM gurls. The nymphs are happily playing with each other. Beth let’s Heather in on the discovery, the FEM inoculation turned Mary and Jane into Super-Hybrid Sissies. And Jane’s huma ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Bea Flowers. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/159263/bk_acx0_159263_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Hunter S. Thompson, "smart hillbilly"; boy of the South; born and bred in Louisville, Kentucky; son of an insurance salesman and a stay-at-home mom; public school-educated; jailed at 17 on a bogus petty robbery charge; member of the US Air Force (airman second class); copy boy for Time; writer for The National Observer; et cetera. From the outset, he was the wild man of American journalism, with a journalistic appetite that touched on subjects that drove his sense of justice and intrigue, from biker gangs and 1960s counterculture to presidential campaigns and psychedelic drugs. He lived larger than life and pulled it up around him in a mad effort to make it as electric, anger-ridden, and drug-fueled as possible. Now Juan Thompson tells the story of his father and of their getting to know each other during their 41 fraught years together. He writes of the many dark times, of how far they ricocheted away from each other, and of how they found their way back before it was too late. He writes of growing up in an old farmhouse in a narrow mountain valley outside of Aspen (Woody Creek, Colorado, a ranching community with Hereford cattle and clover fields)...of the presence of guns in the house, the boxes of ammo on the kitchen shelves behind the glass doors of the country cabinets, where others might have placed china and knickknacks...of climbing on the back of Hunter's Bultaco Matador trail motorcycle as a young boy, and father and son roaring up the dirt road, trailing a cloud of dust...of being taken to bars in town as a small boy, Hunter holding court while Juan crawled around under the barstools, picking up change and taking his found loot to Carl's Pharmacy to buy Archie comic books...of going with his parents as a baby to a Ken Kesey/Hells Angels party with dozens of people wandering around the forest in various stages of undress, stoned on pot, tripping on LSD.... He writes of his growing fear of his father; of the argu ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Juan F. Thompson. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/adbl/024862/bk_adbl_024862_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    In the third book of the Swamp Series, visit the New Orleans area and a small town in the Louisiana swamp another time, where love crosses obsession and where deception, secrets, and murder are hidden in troubled minds in the streets of the city and behind a dark curtain of Spanish moss. Slip into the web of suspense where situations get sizzling and edgy, killers lurk, and passion runs hot and deep. Take a walk and get friendly with the warm and furry, once more.Domeno's skin crawled as if something had skittered along his shoulders. Emile stood a few feet away, the edges of his teeth showing behind the gray-toned skin. That same bony structure that had been misshapen and malformed months before had straightened, and the gobs and patches of hair that once covered his entire body were only wisps. His mismatched eyes held a reddish tint, not the solid wolf red of a shift, but close. Had another full moon worked that magic? Or, was it his double wolf genes?The man stood at the end of the crudely constructed table and studied the naked girl. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles bound her to the table, and a pair of leather straps, one across her chest, below her breasts, and one across her pale thighs. He had removed all her clothing except her shoes. She really should have let herself get more sun, he thought. The first girl he killed had been an accident, but none of them since had been accidental.The ball of white fur and gold eyes peered up at the man when he removed the lid. It waited a moment, as if judging the situation, placed one cautious paw at a time over the edge of the box, and climbed out. It could have easily been a dog, an overgrown puppy, but it wasn't. "Wolf!" the man cried, an instant before the animal sank its fangs into his throat with a snarling shriek and toppled him to the ground. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Joseph G. Deak. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/179676/bk_acx0_179676_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    An epic fantasy for fans of Tolkien, Rowling, or Brandon Sanderson. A boy is searching for his sister. A girl is mourning her mother. A thief is terrifying demons. A princess is slaughtering dragons. And the world is coming to an end. Jake DeBolt is an award-winning author for his work with short stories. James crawled silently in the night, his heart racing. He was taking a risk tonight by targeting the castle, but he was desperate. Too desperate to be picky. James watched the castle gate from the shadows, his muscles shaking from the effort of remaining hunched over. The outer gates that were two stories high and covered with guards. Beyond it laid a hundred yards of grass, barren and supposedly impossible to navigate undetected. Then there was the castle itself; several stories high with only one entrance. But somewhere inside was the medicine his sister so desperately needed, and he was determined to find it. James watched the gate for what seemed like an eternity before spotting an opening. The veins in his neck throbbed with anxiety as he made his move to the outer gate. There were sentries all along the top of the wall, spread out just far enough that he might have a chance to sneak through. He watched the soldiers long enough now to know that they hardly ever looked straight down at the wall. He just had to make sure to not give them a reason to. James slipped down from the rooftop, landing in the shadows of the alley next to it. He wore a dark brown cape over his muddy clothes. A perfect camouflage...for everything except grass. James laid down on the ground, covered himself with his cape, and began to crawl at an agonizing pace towards the wall. Sudden movements would draw their eyes, and there was no window to move through, no way to keep track of their eyes. But a slow and steady crawl wouldn’t draw their attention...he hoped. His skin itched to jump up and sprint towards the wall. For all he knew, he had alre ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Jake DeBolt. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/198488/bk_acx0_198488_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Robin can't believe the desires coming upon her as she and her roommate Dawn huddle together at their condo while a horrible storm rages outside. To pass the time, they watch a horror film, and that pretty much sets the course for the evening... Dawn gets frightened, and unable to sleep alone, she ends up in bed with Robin. That's Robin's chance to do some experimentation with her reluctant friend, and before long she's in the midst of her first lesbian experience, and Dawn has a very large and very thick dildo in her tightest hole!Warning: This audiobook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a first lesbian sex encounter. It includes lesbian seduction, sex toys, lesbian anal sex, lesbian sex, and reluctant sex. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview: "Robin sat there for a couple more minutes and then went back to her room. She told Dawn if she needed anything she knew where to find her. Robin was almost asleep when she heard someone walk into her room. She opened her eyes and Dawn stood at the foot of her bed. The combination of the horror movie and the storm had made Dawn unable to sleep. When Robin asked her if she was ok, Dawn told her, 'I'm sorry for being such a kid, but…can I sleep in here tonight?' Robin chuckled but she would have lied if she said she didn't love the idea. Robin pulled her covers back and Dawn crawled in on the other side of the bed. They laid there in silence, until the thunder caused Dawn to slide closer to Robin. Robin, reached her hand underneath the covers, grabbed Dawn's hand, and squeezed it. Dawn didn't move. Robin had turned onto her side and faced Dawn. She moved her hand and squeezed Dawn's shoulder. Robin pulled the covers back and traced her fingers up and down Dawn's arm.Robin must have made Dawn uncomfortable, because she looked away. Robin inhaled deeply, put her h ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Nichelle Gregory. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/007845/bk_acx0_007845_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Being diagnosed with bipolar disorder was like losing my flight plan. It was as if my destination and alternate airports had disappeared. My engines were on fire during the height of my first full-blown manic episode and I was certain that a crash was imminent. An emergency was declared. To my surprise I learned that I had on board with me the love and support of family and friends. In the end I landed safe and sound, just not where I had intended. I was never able to make a career out of flying. Having worked four commercial pilot jobs as a flight instructor and charter pilot, I now know that those years were the beginning of unrecognized signs and symptoms of bipolar disorder. I was too restless to stay at one job long enough to be truly prepared for the next. My passion for writing and recording music distracted me, leading me to bounce back and forth between my goals of flying for a major airline and working as an audio engineer. The diagnosis of bipolar disorder meant I couldn't pursue work as a commercial pilot. It's been an incredible journey. My passion for flying introduced me to many amazing people and allowed me to see parts of the United States that I otherwise may have never seen. An enormous part of my experience of living with bipolar disorder has been the theft of my dream, the lack of access to my passion, being told "no, you can't do that anymore" and not being able to prove otherwise. I'm not alone. Everyone who lives with a mental illness experiences loss, commonly the loss of relationships, jobs, money, physical health, and often the loss of the ability to trust one's own thoughts and emotions. I've crawled through my depressions and soared through my manic episodes so high that I might never have come down. Fortunately, with the proper professional and personal supports in place, I was able to take a new heading in the direction of a life so meaningful that I can't believe I ever wanted to go anywhere else. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Brian Jost. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/100794/bk_acx0_100794_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    I scooted my underwear down over my legs and put them in the basket with the rest of my clothes. I crawled up onto the massage bed and laid down on my back, covering myself with the huge towel. As I lay there, inhaling the beautiful aroma in the room, I heard a faint knock at the door. "Come in," I said. "Okay, coming in," I heard a voice respond in a heavy Russian accent. A tall woman with long, red hair entered the room and promptly shut the door behind her. I was immediately blown away by her beauty. There was just something about this woman that I found overwhelmingly attractive. During the massage, I noticed her touch became increasingly intimate. At one point, she asked, "You want a chest massage?" I was in such a wonderful state of relaxation, that without thinking, I said, "Sure." Then it hit me; she was about to massage my breasts. I couldn't tell her not to do it after saying yes only 10 seconds ago. Oh well, I was in for it now. Without hesitation, Misha went for it and made me feel incredible. The only problem was; now I was slightly turned on. My mind kept flashing to images of Misha doing this to all her clients. I wonder if she ever tried to pleasure any straight women before? Did she treat it as a game to see if she could get the straight girl to give in? As I turned over on my stomach, she worked on my back and shoulders then down towards my lower legs. "You want a massage on bottom, yes?" she asked. I was excited and wanted nothing more than her to keep touching me. I already let her rub my breasts, and that was prominently satisfying. "Yes please," I said quietly into the face hole in the table. She kept moving her hands in a repetitive motion, circling my ass cheeks, running her fingers up and down, pulling my ass slightly apart before squeezing the very bottom. I was becoming so turned on by her touch that I started to softly moan. I couldn't help it as I felt my pussy throb. How far will Misha go with ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Lila Kerry. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/198933/bk_acx0_198933_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Join me, the author, and my friend Bebe for a wild adventure in the Himalayan mountains of Ladakh, North India. On the way, we stop in Delhi, where the sights, sounds, and smells send my mind in a whirl. A family of four rides by, balanced precariously on a scooter. Bone thin dogs search every nook and cranny for food. A man who manufactures silk and sells it all over the world reveals the finest cream-colored silk I have ever seen - so light in weight and fine in texture I can barely feel it, as if an eiderdown goose feather floats by. Take a 12-hour bus ride on a Himalayan mountain pass that appears narrower than the bus itself, with a mad driver on speed to win a bet about who can drive this notorious route the fastest. How to reckon when Bebe falls madly besotted for a European mountain climber and takes off with him, leaving me 12,000 feet above sea level - 6,000 miles from home? Discombobulated by Bebe’s departure, I take a walk on a mountain path and breathe deeply, most likely the cleanest air on earth. While walking, I meet Tsering, a 25-year-old Tibetan man who lives in a refugee camp with 2,000 Tibetans who have escaped China’s brutal takeover of their country. After visiting the refugee camp several times and speaking with displaced families, a compelling story emerged. To bring attention to this story, I imagined producing a documentary about the Chinese/Tibetan situation. Shortly after this idea came to mind, a blizzard turned everything densely white. I went to visit Tsering for what I knew would be the last time and was horrified to see several buildings in the camp had buckled under the weight of falling snow. Tsering took me to his devastated home and crawled through it to the wreckage of his collapsed bed. He lifted the wire frame with one hand and reached under it with the other hand to retrieve a small metal box. What could be in this box that Tsering risked his life to retrieve? Imagine being in an old 16-seater plane flying ov ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: W.A. Schofield. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/130770/bk_acx0_130770_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Do you desire above all things to live a serene, useful, successful life? Do you want to get out of the petty limitations of conventionality? Out of pain and sin and sickness? Away from the small hurts of everyday living? Do you really want to get away from them? Are you willing to work out the salvation that is in you? Or would you rather sit still and grumble at the universe in general and everybody in particular? Do you desire health and prosperity, happiness and a wider usefulness enough to work every day and all day for them, as a man works who desires to be a great musician, or artist, or scholar? Or do you just weakly wish that somebody would carry you bodily “on flower beds of ease” to a heaven of happiness and prosperity? Are you resolved to have health, happiness and material prosperity and to be more widely useful, no matter what it costs nor how long it takes? Then you will have them. You will, without the shadow of a doubt, get there. You could not fail if you tried. And I AM with you all the way, and at the same time I AM already there, and I will tell you something that was an immense help to me in getting there. It was the sun. Shelton says the sun is God. I should not be surprised if he is right. But I am not sure he is. However, the sun helped me to a realization of my self, my all-wise, all-loving, all-powerful, serenely happy self. Your self is just as grand as my self, and you are dead certain to find your self when once you set about it. The reason you have not already found it is that you have put in most of your time in watching the selves of other people. You have been impolite to your self. You have consulted every Tom, Dick, and Harry before your self. And you have called your self all sorts of names. No wonder he has crawled into his shell and pulled the hole in after him! No wonder you think he doesn’t know much! But he does, and he will do anything for you. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Barry J Peterson. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/110426/bk_acx0_110426_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Yellow bear was walking in the woods one day. He was deep in the woods where the trees are close to each other, so close there was hardly room to move between them. But Yellow bear managed. Sometimes he would have to climb over branches, and sometimes he crawled under them. Walking in the deep woods was hard, but Yellow bear was really enjoying it. Casual strolls, where the trees were not as close to each other, were nice; but walking this obstacle course was also fun. Yellow bear was drawn in this direction, so he kept walking (and climbing, and crawling). Suddenly, Yellow bear popped out into an open meadow. This was the place he had been drawn to. A nice meadow full of wildflowers and singing birds. Yellow bear was about to sit down and relax and enjoy this meadow, taking in all its majestic beauty, when the Wind came to play with him, flipping his ear forward. "Come, play with me!" it said. Yellow bear knew the Wind. He knew how nice it was. The Wind brought smells to his nose of honey, berries, and other foods. The wind told him where other animals were. The Wind could keep him warm or cool him off. The Wind brought him music as it sang through the leaves of the trees. Yes, the Wind was nice. But, this was the first time the Wind had invited him to play. Yellow Bear loved to play, oh how he loved to play! The Wind had tagged him, so now Yellow bear ran to tag the Wind. The Wind was elusive, and the first few times, Yellow bear missed. Yellow bear would chase the Wind, and just as he was about to tag it, the Wind would disappear. Then the Wind would appear someplace else, and Yellow bear would chase it again. And again the wind would disappear just as Yellow bear was about to tag it. Then Yellow bear stepped onto the Wind. Where he stepped, there was nothing. Where he stepped, there was everything. Then he knew why the birds sing and the children laugh. He knew why water flowed and fire burned, and he knew why the Wind called to him an ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Cory Stoops. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/148774/bk_acx0_148774_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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