The series is filled with relatable life realities. As viewers sift through the clues provided, it can be daunting not to think the worst — whatever that means to the viewer. The production takes a simple folklore story and convincingly portrays it playing out in modern times.
In 1999, a truck transporting high school students celebrating graduation stops in middle of nowhere and every student but three vanish. One of the students is Ida, played by Karoline Hamm. Her sister Astrid, played by Danica Curcic, investigates the disappearance twenty-one years later in 2020.
Astrid, now 30-years-old, works at a radio station. One of the callers on the air is Jakob Skipper, one of the three students who didn’t disappear. He says he knows what happened that night. This sparks Astrid to return to Copenhagen, leaving her young daughter and estranged husband behind. …
It is no secret that there has been an evolution of vaginal grooming throughout history. Though hair care sometimes reflects society, there have been revolutions before. And now it is time for another revolution in which we finally stop telling women what to do.
Free the nipple
One of the most blatant examples of sexism and gender shaming is the societal ban against female nipples. There is a continued effort to gain gender equality through social media using hashtags such as #freethenipple. Even though Instagram still bans the female nipple, there is an official Free the Nipple account.
As long as there is such gender inequality that has an easy fix, we can not delude ourselves into thinking we believe in gender equality. In this context, it is not surprising we still tell women how they should groom themselves. …
With the university not in session, I like to go to the beach in the mornning. There’s a parking lot next to the beach that’s technically for the public, but often gets filled by students.
After enjoying the sunrise, I walk back to my minivan. When I first arrived this morning I had the only vehicle in the lot. But as I exit, I notice several empty vehicles.
I dig into my pocket to find my keys and push a button to unlock the minivan. As I open the door I notice another vehicle pulling into the lot. I keep the door open and lean in to grab my water bottle that is kept between the seats. I take a short first drink from the bottle and then a long second drink. …
The production doesn’t just cover those who survived near-death experiences, but those who allegedly interact with the afterlife. This not only includes mediums, but also reincarnations as well as those who study such phenomena. It has awkward moments and can be emotionally draining, but it’s a balanced docuseries that provides the scientific perspective as well.
Episode 1: “Near-Death Experiences”
The series starts with an orthopedic spine surgeon speaking about her near-death experience. As she explains it, however, she was truly dead. That experience is not unique, but she claims to have had interactions while her body was dead.
We then hear from the perspectives of those at a university who study such phenomena as well as groups that provide a platform for people to share their experiences. The biggest question is whether consciousness is completely linked to the brain, or if manifests in other ways. From this, there are the out-of-body experiences. …
I stay active in the community and I don’t let my nearly sixty years of age slow me down. In fact, I often outrun college students while traversing the nature trails next to campus.
The sun is beginning to rise as I start my jog. The tight outfit feels good as I breathe in the morning air. I love hearing the songs of the morning birds as the sunlight lights the trees and starts illuminating the jogging path.
I notice people ahead on the path, but they are not moving. I slow my pace and let my eyes adjust to the light. I keep moving my head trying to see what the two people are doing. I slow down even more and hear a noise. …
I signed up for a dormitory, so I could have roomies at any moment. At least within reason. The host said that there were a few hours in early morning that no one was allowed in or out. It made sense for security reasons and for common courtesy. It is someone’s house.
That first night my male colleague had not arrived yet and he wasn’t supposed to until the next night. I was hoping to do some stress relief before he arrived, but I had a roomie that first night.
The roomie was a very pleasant older woman who was on her way to yet another country to visit a sick friend. If ever there was a way to prevent me from masturbating, it’s having a talkative older woman tell me about her very sick friend and all the ailments I should be aware of when I get older. …
Just seeing your lovely form hardened me. I walk up behind you, embracing you. My lips kiss your shoulder, your neck, and you turn your head as our lips meet. I take your top off and toss it aside. My hands explore your hips and exquisite ass. I slide your bottoms off revealing your full beauty.
You are Aphrodite. Venus. Goddess.
You turn around. You look down and see my hardness, my desire for you. I kiss you, and my mouth goes from your lips, to your neck, to your breasts, to your other lips. I taste you and my hands hold onto your ass, exploring while holding you. …
F: I have you sit on your hands, forced to watch as she and I pleasure each other in front of you, denying your touch. Watching your poor cock harden but remain lonely. While we kiss, touch, pleasure each other.
M: Please go on.
F: Each of us sitting before you, our hands on each other’s pussies, our breasts bared for full viewing. You can see and smell our arousal, your cock beginning to ooze a bit.
M: It is indeed.
F: I admonish you to sit still. No touching or the spanking will happen. If you’re good and take your punishment like a man, though, I might reward you later. With this hope, you remain still. I dip my head and suckle on her breast, one hand still in her pussy, the other pinching her other nipple. She’s so close now. …
When it started raining, I had to check the windows in case the rain was blowing in. The young lady on the second floor of the building next to mine had her shades up and window open. I could see her closing and reopening the window. She was so lovely, and I was so very horny.
As I stood in the second bedroom of my apartment, I lowered my shorts. It was my “oops, is that my cock hanging out?” I would do to see if the the person looking in was interested.
She saw me.
She situated herself so she could watch. I stood in a spot she could clearly see me. The rain was light enough that we could easily see each other, but people outside would be lowering their heads, concentrating on their destination. …
My apartment living room faced a row of singe-story duplexes. There was a bedroom directly across from my living room, and at first, I thought there was a woman living there. From that neighbor’s vantage point, my kitchen is behind my living room, the two spaces divided by a kitchen counter.
Last weekend I saw a woman, possibly my age, helping an elderly woman sit on their deck. The younger woman seemed attractive, and I positioned myself for that house to see me gain. When the younger woman went inside to tidy up the bedroom, I lowered my shorts and had some fun. She did indeed notice me as she bent down several times to look. …