15th Century Arabic Sex Manual and Literary work of eroticism.

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section 12 of the perfumed garden by shahnawzawi translated by richard burton this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by aliamaki chapter 18 of things that take away the bad smell from the armpit and sexual parts of women and contract the latter nowhere vizier god be good to you that bad exhalations from the vulva and from the armpits are as is also a wide vagina the greatest of evils if a woman wants this bad odor to disappear she must pound red mirror then sift it and knead this powder with myrtle water and rub her sexual parts with this wash all disagreeable lamination will disappear from her vulva another remedy is obtained by pounding lavender and kneading it afterwards with muskroos water saturate a piece of wool and stuff with it and rub the vulva with the same until it is hot the bad smell will be removed by this if a woman intends to contract her vagina she has only to dissolve alum and water and wash her sexual parts in their solution which may be made still more efficacious by the adding of a little bark of the walnut tree the latter substance being very astringent another remedy to be mentioned is the following which is well known for its efficacy boil water in carobs or locusts freed from their kernels and bark of the pomegranate tree the woman sits in a bath with the decoction thus obtained which must be as hot as she can bear it when the bath gets cold it must be warmed and used again and this immersion is to be repeated several times the same result may be obtained by fumigating the vulva with cow dung to do away with bad smell of armpits one takes antimony and mastic which are to be pounded together and put with water into an earthen vase the mixture is then rubbed against the sides of the vase until it turns red when it is ready for use rub it into the armpits and the bad smell will be removed it must be used repeatedly until a radical cure is affected the same result may be arrived at by pounding together antimony or hadida and mystic setting the mixture afterwards onto a stove over a low fire until it is of the consistency of bread and rubbing the residue with a stone until the pellicle which will have formed is removed then rub it into the armpits and you may be sure that the bad smell will soon be gone end of chapter 18 chapter 19 instructions with regard to pregnancy and how the gender of the child that is to be born may be known that is to say knowledge of the sex of the fetus no of his ear god be good to you that the certain indications of pregnancy are the following the dryness of the vulva immediately after covitus the inclination to stretch herself excesses of somnalensi heavy and profound sleep the frequent contraction of the opening of the vulva to such an extent that not even a marut could enter the nipples of the breast becoming darker and lastly the most certain of all marks is the cessation of menstruation if the woman remains always in good health from the time that her pregnancy is certain if she preserves the good looks of her face and a clear complexion if she does not become freckled then it may be taken as a sign that the child will be a boy the color of the nipples also points to a child of the male sex a strong development of the breast and bleeding from the nose if it comes from the right nostrils are signs of the same purport the signs pointing to conception of a child of the female sex are numerous i will name them here frequent in disposition during pregnancy pale complexion spots and freckles pains in a matrix frequent nightmares blackness of the nipples a heavy bleeding on the left side nasal hemorrhage on the same side if there is any doubt about the pregnancy let the woman drink on going to bed honey water and if she has a feeling of heaviness in the abdomen it is a proof that she is with child if the right side feels heavier than the left one it will be a boy if the...

Set in the 1950s Read in English by Winston Tharp
HER VENEER WAS BIG CITY ...
chapter 1 of a bullet for cinderella this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by winston tharp a bullet for cinderella by john d mcdonald chapter one

a steady april rain was soaking the earth it hadn't been bad to drive through until dusk came in the half light it was hard to see the road the rain was heavy enough to reflect my headlights back against the windshield my mileage on the speedometer told me i couldn't be very far from hillston when i saw the motel sign ahead on the right i slowed down it looked fairly new i turned in the parking area was paved with those round brown pebbles that crunch under the tires i parked as close to the office as i could get and ran from the car into the office a woman with the bright cold eyes and thin sharp movements of a water bird rented me a room far back from the highway sound she said the place was just four miles from the hillston city limits once i saw the room i decided that it would do it would be a good place to stay while i did what had to be done in hillston i stretched out on the bed and wondered if i had been smart to use my right name on the motel register but if i could find the money there would be no one to say that i was the one who had taken it and using my right name wouldn't make any difference at all when at last the rain eased up i went and found a small roadside restaurant the girl behind the counter told me where i could buy a bottle of liquor she seemed open to any invitation to help me drink it up but though she was reasonably pretty i was not interested i had this other thing on my mind and i wanted to go back alone and have some drinks and think about it and wonder how i could do it maybe you saw pictures of us the ones who were really bad off when the prisoners were exchanged i was one of the litter cases my stomach had stopped digesting the slop they fed us and i was down to 93 pounds one more week and i would have been buried up there beyond the river like so many others were i was in bad shape not only physically but mentally i was too sick to be flown back memory was all shot i went right into hospital and they started feeding me through a tube it was during the months in the military hospital back in this country that i began to sort things out and began to remember more of the details about timmy wharton of hillston when the intelligent people had interrogated me i had told them how timmy died but nothing more than that i didn't tell him any of the stuff timmy had told me we were both captured at the same time in that action near the reservoir i'd known him casually he was in a different platoon we were together most of the time after we were captured enough has already been written about how it was it wasn't good that prison camp experience can change your attitude toward life and toward yourself it did that to timmy warden his one thought was to survive it was that way with all of us but timmy seemed more of a fanatic than anybody else he had to get back he told me about it one night that was after he'd gotten pretty weak i was still in fair shape he told me about it in the dark whispering to me i couldn't see his face tell i've got to get back and straighten something out i've got to every time i think about it i'm ashamed i thought i was being smart i thought i was getting what i wanted maybe i've grown up now i've got to get it straightened out what was it you wanted i wanted it and i got it but i can't use it now i wanted her too and had her but she's no good to me now i'm not following this so good timmy he told me the story then he had been in business with his brother george warden george was older by six years george took him in as a partner george had a flare for salesmanship and promotion timmy was good on the books as he had a...

hey every are we live are we live yes we are i have to sort of start things and then wait to see all the buttons and the lights and things like that before i know if we're actually if you can hear me it's all very very difficult with this live radio anyway here is a pair of blue eyes by thomas hardy which is really the traditionally um sort of typical love story from the genre the love triangle but it's actually beautifully written and of course a very very famous author so i'm not going to tell you too much about him at the moment perhaps later we'll talk about that um anyway we've got a young lady at the center of things and two gentlemen well ones from the country uh socially inferior is the way he's described so i suppose a nicer word or nicer terminology maybe working class is basically a farm farm yard worker so it's very rude of me isn't it um i haven't read it yet i haven't listened so i can't be nice about him until i find out i'm sure he's an amiable character and the other one is a highly respected older man who represents london society now you can find out a bit more about it on wikipedia of course um it's it's exciting isn't it to start a new book let's have a listen and see what we think and um after this broadcast actually i'll just put the whole thing uh in the library so you can catch up at a later time let's go a pair of blue eyes arthur's preface this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by tag heinz a pair of blue eyes by thomas hardy preface a violet in the youth of primary nature forward not permanent sweet not lasting the perfume and supplements of a minute no more the following chapters were written at a time when the craze for indiscriminate church restoration had just reached the remotest nooks of western england where the wild and tragic features of the coast had long combined in perfect harmony with the crude gothic art of the ecclesiastical building scattered along it throwing into extraordinary discord all architectural attempts at newness there to restore the great carcasses of a medievalism whose spirit had fled seemed not less in congo's act than to set about renovating the adjoining crags themselves hence it happened that an imaginary history of three human hearts whose emotions were not without correspondence with these material circumstances found in the ordinary incidence of such church renovations a fitting frame for its presentation the shore and country about castle bottle is now getting well known and will be readily recognized the spot is i may add the furthest westward of all those convenient corners wherein i have venture to erect my theater for these imperfect little dramas of country life and passions and it lies near to or no great way beyond the vague border of the wessex kingdom on that side which like the western verge of modern american settlements was progressive and uncertain this however is of little importance the place is preeminently for one person at least the region of dream and mystery the ghostly birds the pall-like sea the frothy wind the eternal soliloquy of the waters the bloom of dark purple cast that seems to exhale from the shorewood precipices in themselves lent to the scene an atmosphere like the twilight of a night vision one enormous seaboard cliff in particular figures in the narrative and for some forgotten reason earlier this cliff was described in the story as being without a name accuracy would require the statement to be that a remarkable cliff which resembles in many points the cliff of the description bears a name that no event has made famous th march 1899 the persons alfredo swan court a young lady christopher swan court a clergyman stephen smith an architect henry knight a reviewer and essayist charlotte troyton a rich widow gertrude jethway a poor widow spencer hugo luxellian appear lady luxellian his wife mary and kate two little...

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the diary of a nobody by george and whedon grossmith read for librivox.org by martin clifton chapter two tradesman and the scraper still troublesome going rather tiresome with his complaints of the paint i make one of the best jokes of my life delights of gardening mr stillbrook gowing cummings and i have a little misunderstanding sarah makes me look a fool before cummings

april the 9th commence the morning badly the butcher whom we decided not to arrange with called and blaggered me in the most uncalled for manner he began by abusing me and saying he did not want my custom i simply said then what are you making all this fuss about it for and he shouted at the top of his voice so that all the neighbors could hear pah go along i could buy up things like you by the dozen i shut the door and was giving carrie to understand that this disgraceful scene was entirely her fault when there was a violent kicking at the door enough to break the panels it was the blaggard butcher again who said he had cut his foot over the scraper and would immediately bring an action against me called at farmersons the ironmonger on my way to town and gave him the job of moving the scraper and repairing the bells thinking it's scarcely worthwhile to trouble the landlord with such a trifling matter arrived home tired and worried mr putley a painter and decorator who had sent in a card said he could not match the colour on the stairs as it contained indian carmine he said he spent half a day calling at warehouses to see if he could get it he suggested he should entirely repaint the stairs it would cost very little more if he tried to match it he could only make a bad job of it it would be more satisfactory to him and to us to have the work done properly i consented but felt i had been talked over planted some mustard and cress and radishes and went to bed at nine april the 10th farmerson came round to attend the scraper himself he seems a very civil fellow he says he does not usually conduct such small jobs personally but for me he would do so i thanked him and went to town it is disgraceful how late some of the young clerks are at arriving i told three of them that if mr perkup the principal heard of it they might be discharged pierce a monkey of 17 who has only been with us six weeks told me to keep my hair on i informed him that i had had the honour of being in the firm 20 years to which he instantly replied that i looked it i gave him an indignant look and said i demand from you some respect sir he replied all right go on demanding i would not argue with him any further you cannot argue with people like that in the evening gowing called and repeated his complaint about the smell of paint gowing is sometimes very tedious with his remarks and not always cautious and carrie once very properly reminded him that she was present

april the 11th mustard and cress and radishes not come up yet today was a day of annoyances i missed the quarter to nine bus to the city through having words with the grosses boy who for the second time had the impertinence to bring his basket to the hall door and had left the marks of his dirty boots on the fresh cleaned doorsteps he said he had knocked the side door with his knuckles for a quarter of an hour i knew sarah our servant could not hear this as she was upstairs doing the bedrooms so ask the boy why he did not ring the bell he replied that he did pull the bell but the handle came off in his hand i was half an hour late at the office a thing that has never happened to me before there has recently been much irregularity in the attendance of the clerks and mr perkup our principal unfortunately chose this very morning to pounce down upon us early someone had given the tip to the others the result was that i was the only one late of the lot buckling one of the senior clerks was a brick and i...

Tale Teller Club classic audiobook for older teens and adults. A lesser Known Hardy novel read beautifully by our colleague at Librivox.

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Tale Teller Comedy Club Presets a Live Dramatic Recording of 2 B R 0 2 B, by Kurt Vonnegut.

to be are not to be this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer visit librivox.org

to be are not to be by kurt vonnegut jr narrated by dennis sayers the hospital orderly played by mark smith painter read by alan drake leora duncan read by laurie ann walden dr hitz read by michael yard the voice of whaling read by julian jameson federal bureau of termination hostess read by kara shallenberg

everything was perfectly there were no prisons no slums no insane asylums no cripples no poverty no wars all diseases were conquered so was old age death barring accidents was an adventure for volunteers the population of the united states was stabilized at 40 million souls one bright morning in the chicago line in hospital a man named edward k welling jr waited for his wife to give birth he was the only man waiting not many people were born a day anymore welling was 56 a mere stripling in a population whose average age was 129. x-rays had revealed that his wife was going to have triplets the children would be his first young welling was hunched in his chair his head in his hand he was so rumpled so still and colorless as to be virtually invisible his camouflage was perfect since the waiting room had a disorderly and demoralized air too chairs and ashtrays had been moved away from the walls the floor was paved with spattered drop cloths the room was being redecorated it was being redecorated as a memorial to a man who had volunteered to die a sardonic old man about 200 years old sat on a step ladder painting a mural he did not like back in the days when people aged visibly his age would have been guessed at 35 or so aging had touched him that much before the cure for aging was found the mural he was working on depicted a very neat garden men and women in white doctors and nurses turned the soil planted seedlings sprayed bugs spread fertilizer men and women in purple uniforms pulled up weeds cut down plants that were old and sickly raked leaves carried refuse to trash burners never never never not even in medieval holland nor old japan had a garden been more formal been better tended every plant had all the loam light water air and nourishment it could use a hospital orderly came down the corridor singing under his breath a popular song if you don't like my kisses honey here's what i will do i'll go see a girl in purple kiss this sad world to lou if you don't want my loving why should i take up all this space i'll get off this old planet let some sweet baby have my place the orderly looked in at the mural and the muralist looks so real he said i can practically imagine i'm standing in the middle of it what makes you think you're not in it said the painter he gave a satiric smile it's called the happy garden of life you know that's good of dr hitz said the orderly he was referring to one of the male figures in white whose head was a portrait of dr benjamin hitz the hospital's chief obstetrician hitz was a blindingly handsome man lots of faces still to fill in said the orderly he meant that many of the faces in the mural were still blank all blanks were to be filled with portraits of important people on either the hospital staff or from the chicago office of the federal bureau of termination must be nice to be able to make pictures that look like something said the orderly the painter's face curdled with scorn you think i'm proud of this dab he said you think this is my idea of what life really looks like what's your idea of what life looks like said the orderly the painter gestured at a foul drop cloth there's a good picture of it he said frame that and you'll have a picture a damn side more honest than this one you're a gloomy old duck aren't you said the orderly is that a crime said the painter the orderly shrugged if you don't like it here...

The full book version of Venus in Furs Complete Recording Free Audiobook Adults Classic Novel, also available as individual episodes in the library and over on the 'in Full Bloom' Network Podcast which has all the over 16 PG material.

chapter four part two of the rainbow by d h lawrence this librivox recording is in the public domain

but the courtship went on anna would find occasion to go shopping in ilkuston at evening she always returned with her cousin he walking with his head over her shoulder a little bit behind her like the devil looking over lincoln as brangwyn noted angrily and yet with satisfaction to his own wonder will brangwin found himself in an electric state of passion to his wonder he had stopped her at the gate as they came home from elkiston one night and had kissed her blocking her way and kissing her whilst he felt as if some blow was struck at him in the dark and when they went indoors he was acutely angry that her parents looked up scrutinizing at him and her what right had they there why should they look up let them remove themselves or look elsewhere and the youth went home with the stars in heaven whirling fiercely about the blackness of his head and his heart fierce insistent but fierce as if he felt something bulking him he wanted to smash through something a spell was cast over her and how uneasy her parents were as she went about the house unnoticing not noticing them moving in a spell as if she were invisible to them she was invisible to them it made them angry yet they had to submit she went about absorbed obscured for a while over him too the darkness of obscurity settled he seemed to be hidden in a tense electric darkness in which his soul his life was intensely active but without his aid or attention his mind was obscured he worked swiftly and mechanically and he produced some beautiful things his favorite work was wood carving the first thing he made for her was a butter stamper in it he carved a mythological bird a phoenix something like an eagle rising on symmetrical wings from a circle of very beautiful flickering flames that rose upwards from the rim of the cup anna thought nothing of the gift on the evening when he gave it to her in the morning however when the butter was made she fetched his seal in place of the old wooden stamper of oak leaves and acorns she was curiously excited to see how it would turn out strange the uncouth bird molded there in the cup-like hollow with curious thick waverings running inwards from a smooth rim she pressed another mold strange to lift the stamp and see that eagle-beaked bird raising its breast to her she loved creating it over and over again and every time she looked it seemed a new thing come to life every piece of butter became this strange vital emblem she showed it to her mother and father that is beautiful said her mother a little light coming onto her face beautiful exclaimed the father puzzled fretted why what sort of a bird does he call it and this was the question put by the customers during the next weeks what such a bird you call that as you've got butter when he came in the evening she took him into the dairy to show him do you like it he asked in his loud vibrating voice that always sounded strange re-echoing in the dark places of her being they very rarely touched each other they like to be alone together near to each other but there was still a distance between them in the cool dairy the candle light lit on the large white surfaces of the cream pans he turned his head sharply it was so cool and remote in there so remote his mouth was open in a little strained laugh she stood with her head bent turned aside he wanted to go near to her he had kissed her once again his eye rested on the round blocks of butter where the emblematic bird lifted its breast from the shadow cast by the candle flame what was restraining him her breast was near him his head lifted like an eagles she did not move suddenly with an...

Tips from the millionaire, live recording of Free Work, The Warning Signs of Approaching Failure, Who to Avoid when Earning Millions, from the Tale Teller Club.
hello ladies welcome to the women's podcast the millionaires podcast and if you're not yet a millionaire you're definitely going to be because you're engrossed in the ways and methods that successful people have used to attain their goals so i want to talk today about monetizing everything that you do and not doing anything for free now especially if you're a creative individual and you're working in the creative arts you know they tell us we need to do free stuff to um as a sort of calling card if you like a portfolio an example but all that happens actually over time is that your work becomes completely devalued because it's everywhere suddenly you're all over you know instagram like a rash your everything about you as a potential millionaire is monetizable so every part of your body every part of your you know your eyelashes your fingernails your toes your movements your happenings your daily routines your actual being everything your words your thoughts your breaths all of these things everything that is you when you were an entrepreneur is now monetizable now what does that mean for us well it means you're probably doing a lot of stuff that is a waste of your time because it's not making you money and this is something that all millionaires share an ideology a mindset that time is money and time when it is wasted is no different to grabbing a bunch of 50 pound notes ripping them up flushing them down the loo makes sense doesn't it totally makes sense so when you volunteer yourself when you vote when you say to somebody i'll do that for you in exchange for a bit of free publicity be very very careful about publicity in this day and age free publicity is usually it's not that it's bad publicity per se but it's not effective publicity and we live in a world of media and the media the online technological media is very very different to the media 50 years ago or even um you know 100 years ago with the onset of film you know when things were just starting out and the only way that people would see you would be when you're um you know when hollywood got hold of you and turned you into a starlet etc etc these things don't apply anymore we're all starlets now we're all potentially famous in within two minutes even you know the idea that we could be famous for 15 minutes is passe literally now it's we can be famous for five seconds and then we're gone we're nothing but not even a memory and not a memorable fame these sound bites of success the tick tock and the reels the instagram reels all of these things they're you know they're not doing you any favors unless they're monetized if they're monetized then fair enough you know you can do them and and see if even a penny is if you get a penny for your one minute um or let's say it's less 10 seconds that's actually you top that up and if it's every time it's played you chop that up and you start thinking oh well here was the rule of mud doubling um now we're talking but if you're doing it for free and you think to yourself well it's my brand it's my brand i'm gonna have to tell you that you're completely and utterly misguided nobody gives a flying about your brand okay now there are better ways to invest in your branding and your marketing than wasting your time doing what everybody else hopes they can do for free because it's free it's a free facility and free facilities are not good publicity they never will be and they never are so you need to sort of get out of that mindset but let's talk about um you know something a little bit uh more highfaluting say perhaps you're in i.t perhaps you're really good at website building uh or or code or you know i i'm not 100 sure of the language these days but um because i get somebody else to do that stuff because it they're more value for money i'm not good value for money...

I will pop this up for a full live reading tonight but you can read the chapters daily too in our library here at the Tale Teller Club.

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