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    Leg Lover , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 558min, (USK 18)
    Peering at me through her smoky veil, she raised one imperious eyebrow. 'I have a hunch you are eager to touch my legs.'I sunk to my knees before her outstretched foot. I watched my hands approach the delicate black nylon on her slick legs and the shiny onyx of her patent shoes. Gently, I stroked four finger tips down the seam at the back of her calf muscle to the round, slippery heel of her stiletto. Then I opened my palm and cupped her lower leg. Stroked it and inhaled the perfume she had sprayed down her shin."This, the first novel written exclusively about a male leg fetish, is the intense story of one man's total and lifelong enthusiasm for women's legs, feet, and their accessories. A highly detailed and intensely erotic love story about shapely legs, painted toenails, sheer hosiery, high heels, and the women who enchant and tease while presenting their legs to catch the eye and arouse the helpless devotee.This is not only an epic journey to the extremities of leg adoration, but the very first book in the new Nexus Enthusiast imprint - an original series that will explore, reveal, and tantalise the reader with the most highly detailed fetish fiction actually written by genuine enthusiasts for genuine enthusiasts. This is as kinky as fiction can possibly get! ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Nelson J. Smith. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/virg/000010/bk_virg_000010_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    A Country of Strangers (eBook, ePUB)
    In an illuminating collection of selected poems over thirty-five years, one of our most essential American poets casts a clear eye on our politics, our places, and our heart's hidden stories. D. Nurkse's immigrant parents met on a boat out of Europe in 1940; he was a child of the generation whose anxieties were forged in the shadow of Hiroshima and the aftermath of WWII. His poems extend that child's dignified ignorance into an open encounter with the cataclysms of the latter twentieth century and with family structures. Whispers of the old country of Estonia provide the backdrop for the boy's baseballs, thrown in the fading twilight of the 1950s ("Secretly, I was proudest of my skill / at standing alone in the darkness"). The young man explores sexual passion and the arrival of a child in a young marriage ("We showed her daylight in our cupped hands"), while the mature poet writes of loneliness and community in our cities ("but on the streets / there was no one"), and the urgent need for us to keep expressing our will as citizens. Throughout this matchless career, over eleven books, Nurkse has crafted visceral lines that celebrate the fragility of what simply exists-birdsong, moonrise, illness, water towers-and the complexity of human perception, our stumble forward through it toward understanding.
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    A Country of Strangers: New and Selected Poems
    In an illuminating collection of selected poems over thirty-five years, one of our most essential American poets casts a clear eye on our politics, our places, and our heart's hidden stories. D. Nurkse's immigrant parents met on a boat out of Europe in 1940; he was a child of the generation whose anxieties were forged in the shadow of Hiroshima and the aftermath of WWII. His poems extend that child's dignified ignorance into an open encounter with the cataclysms of the latter twentieth century and with family structures. Whispers of the old country of Estonia provide the backdrop for the boy's baseballs, thrown in the fading twilight of the 1950s ("Secretly, I was proudest of my skill / at standing alone in the darkness"). The young man explores sexual passion and the arrival of a child in a young marriage ("We showed her daylight in our cupped hands"), while the mature poet writes of loneliness and community in our cities ("but on the streets / there was no one"), and the urgent need for us to keep expressing our will as citizens. Throughout this matchless career, over eleven books, Nurkse has crafted visceral lines that celebrate the fragility of what simply exists-birdsong, moonrise, illness, water towers-and the complexity of human perception, our stumble forward through it toward understanding.
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    Naamah's Kiss , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 1612min
    Once there were great magicians born to the Maghuin Dhonn, the folk of the Brown Bear, the oldest tribe in Alba. But generations ago, the greatest of them all broke a sacred oath sworn in the name of all his people. Now, only small gifts remain to them. Through her lineage, Moirin possesses such gifts---the ability to summon the twilight and conceal herself, and the skill to coax plants to grow. Moirin has a secret, too. From childhood onward, she senses the presence of unfamiliar gods in her life: the bright lady and the man with a seedling cupped in his palm. Raised in the wilderness by her reclusive mother, it isn't until she comes of age that Moirin learns how illustrious, if mixed, her heritage is. The great-granddaughter of Alais the Wise, child of the Maghuin Donn, and a cousin of the Cruarch of Alba, Moirin learns her father was a D'Angeline priest dedicated to serving Naamah, goddess of desire. After Moirin undergoes the rites of adulthood, she finds divine acceptance...on the condition that she fulfill an unknown destiny that lies somewhere beyond the ocean. Or perhaps oceans. Beyond Terre d'Ange where she finds her father, in the far reaches of distant Ch'in, Moirin's skills are a true gift when facing the vengeful plans of an ambitious mage, a noble warrior princess desperate to save her father's throne, and the spirit of a celestial dragon. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Anne Flosnik. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/tant/001034/bk_tant_001034_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Princess , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 29min, (USK 18)
    Vicky had lost her sparkle. In her early thirties with three kids and a dead marriage, she certainly didn't feel like a princess. Her boss and his wife had a different view though. Once he could be sure her marriage was terminal, Chad spoiled the lovely young woman rotten, and the couple awoke her sexuality once more. Extract: I stripped down to my underwear, and Alison stopped me. "This really needs you to go braless," she breathed, turning me away from her and looking over my shoulder into the mirror. Her hands found my bra clasp and wordlessly worked it. As the elastic straps slipped off my shoulders, her eyes caught mine in the mirror; and as the cups dropped away, her gaze also lowered, and she stared unashamedly at my tits. Suddenly aware that I was looking straight back at her, the pretty young woman quickly got a grip of herself and lifted the dress over my arms, allowing me to quickly fasten it in place. Then she turned me towards her and held me at arm's length, like a lover as her eyes roved up and down my torso. "God," she breathed. "You're beautiful!" I could sense her passion and was rapidly becoming swept up in it myself. Her pupils were wide; her chest heaved, and I could see her pebble-hard nipples through her blouse. I began to speak, and my voice was oddly high-pitched; almost unrecognizable. "I'm not, I don't, I mean..." "A lesbian?" Alison reached down and pulled the lace to open my dress again, but this time her intentions were obvious. She reached in with both hands and cupped both of my firm tits as she leant in and seized my lips in her own. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Cheyanne Humble. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/044627/bk_acx0_044627_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    The Man Who Climbs Trees , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 475min
    Random House presents the audiobook edition of The Man Who Climbs Trees, written and read by James Aldred. This is the story of a professional British tree climber, cameraman and adventurer who has made a career out of travelling the world, filming wildlife for the BBC and climbing trees. James' climbs take him around the globe, scaling the most incredible and majestic trees in existence: the strangler fig tree of Borneo, the monolithic Congolese moabi tree, the fern-covered howler tree of Costa Rica and the colossal mountain ash of Australia. On the way he meets native tribes and jungle cats, he gets stung by African bees and chased by gorillas and he spends his nights in a hammock pitched hundreds of feet up in the air, with only the stars above him. This audiobook blends incredible stories of his adventures in the branches and a fascination with the majesty of trees to show us the joy of rising - literally - above the daily grind, up into the canopy of the forest. 'The wide horizontal branches stretched away from me to curl up like the giant fingers of an enormous cupped hand. I slid back into the centre of its protective palm and waited for my heart to slow. After a while the small herd of fallow deer I had been following emerged from the trees, carefully picking their way through the churned-up leaf litter to pass beneath me in the wake of the ponies. They had been there all along, and I was immediately struck that not one of them appeared to have seen or smelt me as I crouched in the arms of the oak directly above.' ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: James Aldred. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/rhuk/002914/bk_rhuk_002914_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Working Hard for It: Anal Sex with the IT Guy , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 37min, (USK 18)
    I never thought I would have sex with someone at work, never mind someone from the IT department. But when I started my new job, I went to my first meeting, and there he was. He came after me. Our passion for each other was unstoppable. We couldn't resist it. But then he asks me to do something I have never done before. Anal sex. With a stranger. This f--king deliciously hot sexy nerd is dirtier than I thought. Can I be just as dirty? Warning: If you're not 18 or older, please don't download this audiobook. In addition, there is content such as office anal sex, co-worker sex, office sex erotica, forbidden sex, anal sex for the first time, passionate sex, and more. If you find that offensive, don't listen to this story. Here is a preview: "You never told me your name. How am I supposed to know what to scream out when I take you back to my house and f--k the shit out of you?" Drew whispered into my ear and then his face popped up in front of mine. He was so gorgeous. I pulled a hand from around his neck and touched his cheek. I had to make sure he was real. I felt like I was in a hazy dream. "Well?" Drew asked. "Your name? Or should I just call you gorgeous?" I smiled. "Gorgeous works fine for me." He laughed and then slid his hands down my body, just grazing the sides of my breasts. I instantly lifted to him, arching my back in response. "Okay then gorgeous, let's see how dirty you can get." Drew cupped my ass and lifted me. I yelped in surprise, not expecting him to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his huge erection now pressing against my pussy. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Sophia Chambers. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/079888/bk_acx0_079888_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Randolph , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 563min
    Suddenly I become aware that I am sitting down. I have absolutely no recollection of where I might be. I can't remember where I was and what I was doing last. My eyes are still closed as I try to bring my mind into gear. There is a pungent smell drifting into my nostrils. It is not one I find particularly pleasant. I only struggle for a couple of seconds to place it. The recognition comes to me swiftly. It is the smell of pee. At that I open my eyes. I am on a bench in a park. I look to my left; because that is the direction the smell is originating from. Sitting next to me is a woman and she smells of pee. She is sitting maybe a foot over from me. She is looking at me with crystal clear blue eyes. Those appear to be her best asset. Her face is grubby with a mixture of ingrained dirt and exposure to the sun. Her smile is a toothy one, but I wish she wouldn't as the teeth she does have left are stained and chipped. She is much smaller than my five foot, 10-inch height, but she probably matches my 200 pound weight, at a guess. "I see water and trees." Her words startle me as she shoots out a stubby hand, cupped for a donation. This isn't the first time John Ford has come to, not knowing where he is. The previous time was several years ago, after he had been knocked down by a car. He woke up in hospital not knowing who he is or why he had been to Charlottesville. He still doesn't know. He has had to start his life afresh. The woman sends John on a mission, apparently to try to save a homeless hostel destined to be redeveloped. The hostel was gifted by Abraham Randolph. She guides John to other people who will help him on his quest. His journey takes him from downtown Manhattan to the middle of nowhere in New England. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Milt Bighley. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/099702/bk_acx0_099702_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
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    Before You Get Cupped
    Before You Get Cupped - A Complete Beginners Guide to Cupping Therapy: ab 4.43 €
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    Enchantment: Music By Michael Mauldin
    ENCHANTMENT: THREE MEDITATIONS FOR TWO PIANOS was written for pianist Lawrence Blind to celebrate the birth of his twins, Alexandra and William. Larry was my accompanist when I directed the Albuquerque Boy Choir. When I retired from the choir, his first child was "on the way," so I wrote "Going Forth at Dawn with Power" to thank him for his years of service to the choir and to celebrate Wesley's birth. I chose the title of the two-piano piece to reflect the enchantment Larry felt with his babies, and that I felt with nature at "Annacarla." That was the name that Dutch linguist, Elizabeth Willink gave her rambling adobe house near Cuba, New Mexico. In the late 70's, she invited me to stay there on my trips to Chaco Canyon. Twenty-five years after "Willie's" death, I bought the house and restored it as a composing and teaching retreat for myself and my students, and for other music students and guests who enjoy the scenic and spiritual landscape of northern New Mexico. VOICES FROM CHACO: CONCERTINO FOR PIANO AND WOODWIND QUINTET won the 1980 Composer-of-the-Year Competition of the Music Teachers National Association. Dedicated to the memory of another pianist/friend, Paul Muench, the work was written to provide advanced pianists of high-school or college age with a solo work having an instrumental accompaniment of chamber proportions. Centuries before Europeans came to North America, the Chacoans created beautiful cities, accurate solar/lunar markers, intricate artwork, straight roads, and a far-flung trade network. "Voices from Chaco" marked the beginning of my long fascination with these remarkable people. By "time-traveling" a thousand years to a civilization that seemed "at one" with the cosmos, I found a way to be positive in my work. There was also the tragic tone of a great people who dispersed, perhaps because of their overuse or misuse of the land (and maybe of their own power). Though we may never be certain of the reasons for Chaco's abandonment, I sensed that the place held valuable lessons for us. A LITTLE MAGIC was written for an outstanding new boychoir in Oakland, California, the Pacific Boychoir, founded and directed by Kevin Fox. The words were written by Peggy Pond Church, who was best-known for her book THE HOUSE AT OTOWI BRIDGE, excerpts from which I used as the narration for my orchestral suite, "Enchanted Land." Peggy grew up on the beautiful mesas around what is now Los Alamos, New Mexico before her father's boys' school was chosen by the government as the site for atomic-weapon research. I. Prayer Let me live keenly as a lark high-soaring In one swift arc of song across the sky, However brief let my flight be unswerving And straight and high. Let me increase as rivers do and gather Wisdom from hills and every rooted tree, Then let me go at last like quiet water Toward the sea. II. Pilgrimage The black stone: I carried it all the way up the mountain. When I came down, a piece of the moon was shining in my pocket. III. Stones Stones Those many shaped small smooth-polished pebbles Have been waiting so long For the ear that can hear How they cry out. The Pacific Boychoir Academy is one of the only full-time choir schools in the USA, and the only one on the West Coast. Continuum is a group of former boy choristers in grades 7-12 whose voices have changed. The Pacific Boychoir has appeared frequently with the San Francisco Symphony, and can be heard on the Grammy-winning recording of Mahler's Third Symphony with the SFS. The PBA has sung with the Moscow Chamber Orchestra, the Berkeley Symphony, the National Symphony Orchestra of Brazil, the UC Davis Orchestra, the American Bach Soloists, and the Youth Orchestra of the Americas. WORLD WORDS was written for the Albuquerque Boy Choir, directed by Ed Torrez, after my retirement as director. The words are paraphrased from the book "Worldwords" by Victor La Cerva MD, published by Heal Foundation Press. I. Nasha hozho (Navajo: To walk in the Beauty way) To walk in beauty Is to know the goodness of all creation. II. Kairos (Greek: Right timing/synchronicity) Trust that part of you always knows when to listen, That part of you always knows when to act. Honor the knowing of the other way to listen. Invite the rhapsody of committed surrender. III. Mitakuye oyashin (Lakota: We are related to everyone and everything) We walk through the earth with open eyes to be one with all that is. We accept our humble place in this vast creation to honor kinship with all that lives. O sacred candle of understanding, light our path, we are part of a great unfolding. We are related to life around us, we are part of the life-force of all creation. All things above us, all things below us, all honor kinship with all that lives. We honor kinship with all that has life. FOUR ZUNI-MOUNTAIN MINIATURES FOR CHAMBER ENSEMBLE was commissioned by the Ensemble of Santa Fe. This is a recording, made by musicologist Jack Loeffler, of the premiere performance in Santa Fe on March 3, 1985. My wife and I bought and fenced 20 acres of Zuni-Mountain land, to allow it to recover from years of overgrazing. I reveled in the beauty and used the piece as a kind of journal. Back in Albuquerque, I could recall the feel of the place in different seasons and at different times of day. SANTA FE MAGIC is a tribute to the life and work of Peggy Pond Church, whose words I used in "Enchanted Land" and in the three short pieces for the Pacific Boychoir. After she had to leave "the hills" (see "A Little Magic" above), she lived and raised a family in Santa Fe. She had a keen eye for the beauty and sacredness of WILDNESS-whether in nature or in people, themselves a part of nature. And what she saw, she put into words-every day, in her journals and poems. She was a gifted and prolific poet. After her death, I chose these three poems from the unpublished writings I was shown by Peggy's daughter, Kathleen, who narrates this recording, made by the Russian State Symphony Cinema Orchestra, conducted by Sergei Skripka: I. October Sundown Great clouds leap upward from the earth like flames Into a cold, blue sky. The mountains are a line of sharpened fire Quenched at their lowest slope by a dim tide of twilight. Golden leaves glimmer along pale rivers. Dark birds fly soundlessly in and out of radiance. Oh this is music written for the eye. It vanishes beyond the first white stars Like a chord held till the last echoes die Into a waiting silence. II. The Children The children are going to school: rivulets of color and curls, White shirts mother-ironed, the man-like tie, arms clutching books and bags. They gather from all directions as though it had rained on the hills, As though the rain had turned into children running downhill, Streaming through arroyos to the river. From the river they are caught like fish in a net, Lifted and sorted to sit in even rows all day, Being stuffed with learning, being caged and tamed. How quiet the fields are, how quiet the houses. All the human noise has gone downtown, The birds and the trees have the world to themselves. How long as it been since the children ran free on the hills? III. Ecstasy A lifetime of journeying among these bare hills, Past these escarpments, these wind and water sculptured sands. Remembering how, a child at the edge of the ocean, Watching the water slope back beneath the curved wave, She cupped the glistening grains under her small hands, Becoming a maker of what the sea would erase by morning. Time has more time to play at making mountains. There is no accounting, though, for this ecstasy of time past That penetrates the present moment. * * * Born in Texas in 1947, Michael Mauldin moved to New Mexico in 1971 for "the space, the light, and the timelessness," after completing a Bachelor of Music degree at Washburn University of Topeka. He completed a Master of Music degree at the University of New Mexico and served as president of the Albuquerque Music Teachers Association, the New Mexico Music Te
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