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strang3lov3 · 3 months

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Jet Stream

Joel has his fun with you after learning his shower head has a jet stream setting.

Part two of my miniseries for @noxturnalpascal Can be read as standalone but check out the first part Lather ! Thank you @merz-8 @noxturnalpascal and @tightjeansjavi for all their brainstorming on this fic!

tags-soft dom!joel, maybe not so soft dom! joel, overstimulation station, pet name (good girl, sweetheart, honey, darling) crying, fingering, multiple orgasms both clitoral and vaginal, smoochin’, praise, blowjobs, snuggles

notes- thank you for your patience with me! Hope you’re all having a lovely start to your February, please harass me and spank me to get part 3 and my Valentine’s Day one shot out by next week ❤️💖

Kindly edited by @papipascalispunk ❤️❤️❤️

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Joel wakes up early, even on Saturdays. Taking advantage of the little pleasures in life, he watches squirrels and chipmunks run up and down the trees in his backyard, listening to the birds chirp while the sun rises. When the sun rises, he’ll take his morning shower and sigh in relaxation under the hot water. Let it wash over him for a little too long before he scrubs his body.

But not this Saturday. Today, that steady pelting of water on his back and chest feels like a trickle compared to what it’s usually like. Joel’s been noticing this for a while, maybe you have too. He stands in the shower, annoyed at the glacial pace of the suds sliding off his body. After what feels like an eternity passes, he shuts off the water and examines the shower head closely. Yeah, that’ll do it, he thinks. Limescale. It’s built up around the shower head, into all the grooves. This commonly happens when hard water runs through a house. It’s an easy fix.

Joel unscrews the shower head from its fixture then dries off. He goes downstairs and grabs a bucket and a jug of vinegar from his cleaning supply closet. He soaks the shower head in the vinegar-filled bucket for about an hour before taking the shower head out, using an old toothbrush to scrub the grooves and holes in the shower head. Joel hears a creak upstairs and quickens his scrubbing, he doesn’t need you coming downstairs and scolding him for over-exerting himself. Yeah, yeah – he should be asking you for your help and all that, but you’re too pretty for a chore like this, he thinks. Besides, his shoulder is getting better. Not quite as tender as it was a week ago. As Joel wraps up the finishing touches of cleaning the shower head, he notices some etched words that were previously covered by the limescale – Rain, Shower, Jet Stream.

Well, would ya look at that. A mischievous grin forms on Joel’s lips. His brain has been fucking addled thinking about you. You, and the way you came on your own fingers, whimpering his name. How after, you pushed your fingers past his lips, how sweet your arousal tasted on his tongue. How he’s been yearning to touch you, fuck you, but his stupid goddamn shoulder is still hurting. Hurting, but healing nonetheless. God, is he addled. But now, with this nifty little jet stream setting, he can have you melting in his hands in no time. It can do all the work for him, leaving his shoulder unharmed and without disruption to its healing process. He wonders, how many times will he make you come?

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The day goes by as normal. It’s evening, Ellie’s not home. You’re on the couch with Joel after eating pasta for dinner. You’re knitting a blanket using mismatched yarn, just trying to find some use for the odds and ends. Joel’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch and bouncing his leg, twiddling his fingers. He looks bored, anxious. Seinfeld is on TV, Joel loves this show. He rented the series DVDs from the library in Jackson and claimed to have scratched them when they were past due. “Joel, quit,” you scold him. He’s bouncing the couch.

“My bad,” Joel says. You can feel him staring at you. He’s touching his hair. You turn your face to look at him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. Joel wears an anticipatory look, but stays quiet. You turn your attention back to the TV and he’s now combing his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly. “Hmmm…” he hums, “What’s a guy to do…”

You drop your knitting needles in your lap. “What, Joel?”

“Oh, nothin’,” he says. Joel kind of just gestures to his hair and shrugs, like you’re supposed to know what he’s asking for. You do, of course, but he can use his words. “Ahem,” Joel clears his throat, now twirling a finger around one of his curls cheekily, making a real big show out of it. He’s smiling now.

“Do you need me to wash your hair again, Joel?”

“If you’d be so kind, darlin’,” he grins.

You finish the row you’re currently knitting before wrapping up your work and putting it into a basket and under the end table next to the couch. After pausing the TV, you stand up and Joel outstretches his left hand to you, which you take in your own. He groans loudly as you pull him to his feet where he stands in front of you. There’s something about him today. When you washed his hair last week, he was bashful and awkward. Today, he’s confident with his sly grin, that teasing look in his eye like he’s working an angle. Maybe he’s just excited for another shower blow job, which you’ll happily provide again. You smile too, he’ll be 0 for 2.

When you and Joel arrive at the bathroom, he locks the door just like last time. He’s unbuttoning his jeans, not bothering to hide the bulge in his boxers. You don’t bother with the formalities of your partnered shower as you and Joel undress yourselves. It’s unnecessary at this point, after the fortuitous, amatory events of your last one. Joel notices your smirk before he turns on the hot water. He can tell you think you’re gonna pull one over on him again. That’s fine, you can believe whatever you’d like.

Joel opens the shower curtain. “After you,” he purrs, offering his hand to you as you step into the tub. You stand underneath the stream of water, wetting your hair and letting the hot water warm your skin. It feels stronger today for some reason. “Pressure’s different,” you tell Joel.

“Is it now?” Joel asks, feigning ignorance as he joins you in the tub, cock already half mast. You step closer to him, reaching for it, feeling him grow harder in your hand. Massaging his cock, tracing your fingertips around his thick head and along the veins of his shaft, you bite down on your smile. “Yeah, that’s nice, trouble,” he sighs in pleasure, “Aren’t you something?”

“Feel good, Joel?” you murmur.

“Mhm,” Joel hums, “Feels just wonderful, sweetheart. You’re too good t’me.”

Shampoo and conditioner can wait. You take the time to massage his cock a while longer as you wrap your free hand around Joel’s neck, toying with the curls at the back of his head. They’re not quite wet yet as you’ve been hogging all the hot water, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He lets you stroke his member as he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in to kiss you softly. As you deepen the kiss, gently biting his plump bottom lip, Joel pulls away, removing your hand from his member.

“You done yet?” he asks you.

You’re almost offended. Asshole. You were enjoying that kiss. “Not quite,” you reply, leaning forward to kiss him, touch him some more.

Joel pulls away from you as he blocks your hand. He grips your wrist and holds it behind your back as he spins you around, your back now facing him. “Well you’re gonna have to be,” he says. “The lady’s ’sposed to come first. That’s how we’re doing things from now on.”

“Yeah, right Joel. You can’t touch me, your shoulder is still fucked up.” you squirm away from him, but he keeps his hold on you. Gentle, firm.

“Worry about yourself,” he warns in a tone much less teasing than before. He winces as he uses his bad arm to reach for the shower head, “Y’think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

“I…” you trail off as he hovers the shower head above your torso, peering over your shoulder as he watches the water fall down your curves. He hums softly as he focuses the stream over your breasts, feeling you begin to twitch as the water teases your nipples.

“My shoulder is healing, actually. But yeah, it is still a little fucked up,” Joel continues, “Don’t need to touch ya anyhow.”

Ohh, you’re getting it now. Joel thinks he cracked the code. “I appreciate the thought, Joel,” you chuckle. “But if you’re planning on using the shower head to make me come, just go ahead and put it back where it belongs. I’ve tried that already.”

“Figures,” he teases. “You wanna know somethin’?”

“What’s that, Joel?”

“Water pressure on this thing sucked lately, so I was cleanin’ this thing out this morning,” he begins. He keeps your arm behind your back as he sits both you and himself down on the shower bench, keeping your back pressed firmly against his torso. “Does this hurt?” he whispers before continuing. You shake your head no. “Good,” Joel says. “Anyway, wouldn’t ya know it, there’s a jet stream setting on this thing.” Joel nudges a foot between your legs and taps you. “Open ‘em. You stay like this for me.”

He’s speaking with such authority, such a commanding tone. You’re almost nervous. You could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice last week just how severely you pissed him off with the way you touched yourself in front of him, knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. How you further taunted him when you pushed your fingers past his lips, dangling the premise of tasting your sweet cunt over his head. You should have known he’d retaliate.

“Was not a fan of how you got yourself off without me, pretty rudely, might I add. Told you I wanted to help, you fuckin’ deviant.”

Yup, you’re correct. He’s still fucking pissed. He did a good job keeping a lid on it until now. “Joel,” you breathe.

“So yes, you’re right. I can’t touch ya yet,” he continues in a low voice, “S’why we’re gonna see what this does to ya, sweetheart.”

Joel keeps the shower head on the rain setting for this part. With his free hand, he cups the back of your knee and has you set your foot on the bench where you and Joel sit. This way, you’re nice and open for him to do as he pleases. He brings the shower head lower, hovering it over your torso, down your tummy, then your pussy. It’s a nice sensation, warm and gentle. When you lean your head back on his shoulder and sigh softly, he ups the ante. Momentarily, he futzes with the showerhead and switches it to the jet stream setting before bringing it back to your center. He starts the stream at your inner thighs first, working his way inward until the stream is massaging your lips, first one side and then the other. Slowly, he twists his wrist, getting your pussy used to the new sensation. He can’t see much from this angle, can’t feel anything either. He’s waiting for you to jolt and moan to know when he’s struck gold. “Shhh…” Joel quiets you when you do just that. “Oh yeah, this’ll do just fine, hm?”

Fuck, it’s intense. It’s very intense, almost too much. “Joel, fuck,” you cry. You should not have fucked with him.

“Just relax,” he instructs, “You’ll get used to it.” But you’re not getting used to it, not even close. It’s a powerful, nearly electric sort of feeling that takes you wholly as you jerk and stutter in his hold. “Mm-mm, you stay here. Quit your squirmin’.”

“S’too much Joel,” you whine.

“S’kinda the point,” he mumbles, “But you’re doin’ good, sweetheart. Jus’ let it happen.”

Joel rotates his wrist, directing the stream of water in tight, steady circles on your clit. The striking, uncomfortable and intense feeling is beginning to dissipate as your pleasure begins to build. Joel’s hot breath is on your neck, his torso rising and falling steadily. You can feel his warm, stiff package pressing against your lower back. “Joel, it feels so good,” you breathe. “Please don’t stop.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t dream of that,” he replies. The movement of Joel’s wrists never falters, though he knows it’ll be sore in the morning. You move your hips in tune with his movement, eyes squeezed shut and moaning quietly, your open mouth pressed against his neck. He wonders if maybe you haven’t quite realized the circumstance you’re in, what he plans to do to you. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart,” he mumbles, wearing a smug grin.

Joel lets go of his hold on your leg to touch your breasts with his free hand, kneading your flesh. When he teases your nipples, the sensation of it all is heightened. Within moments, you’ve reached your peak. It’s intense and the feeling lasts long as Joel, with the help of the shower head, helps you ride out your high. Joel gives you a moment to catch your breath as he points the shower head at the floor, letting you relax against him. After a minute passes, you try to lean forward to get up, but Joel stops you by wrapping his strong arm around your torso and keeping you pressed tightly against him. “Ohh, you’re not goin’ anywhere. We’re not done yet,” he coos as he kisses your cheek, your temple.

“I know, but it’s your turn.”

“Oh, not quite. We’re way past turns and bein’ square and even and all that,” he says. “Yeah, that went out the door with that little stunt you pulled on me last week. So let me spell it out for you, darlin’, I am not finished with you.”

“Joel, what are you–” Joel cuts you off by bringing the shower head back to your pussy. Reaching out for something, anything, your hand finds purchase in his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls as you tug gently. “Joel, fuck,” you pant.

“Not goin’ easy on ya,” he warns. “S’that alright?” Your heart swells. Always the gentleman, Joel is. You nod against his cheek. “Then you stay just like this for me,” he instructs, whispering quietly against the shell of your ear, “Just like this. That’s all ya gotta do, s’real easy.” He tells you this like he’s giving you a choice, but subtly, he places his hand his back on your knee, keeping your cunt exposed to him for his use. Then Joel, realizing he has a better idea, gently pushes your leg off the bench. Potentially against his better judgment, he takes your own free hand and places it on your knee. “Be a good girl,” he murmurs, trusting you with this privilege perhaps too early in tonight’s endeavor. But he knows you, you’ve always been all bark and no bite – he’s not worried about you. Not a bit.

“I’ll be good, Joel,” you whimper, eager to make this easier on yourself. You’ve never felt a sensation this intense before, and you know to tread carefully with Joel. Especially given what led you to this mess you’re in with him.

Joel smirks, he’s right as always. Already you’re so docile, so well-behaved, so pliant.

He finds your clit with the fingers of his left hand to help him with the shower head in his right hand. After finding that sweet little bundle of nerves with the jet stream, Joel traces along your lips momentarily before pushing a finger inside your warm, wet pussy. “Joel, oh my god,” your right hand leaves its place in his hair and you reach for his bicep instead, not exactly sure what your goal is here. You just need Joel’s comfort, to touch him, feel him, hold onto him for dear life as he delivers you deep and powerful pleasure just moments previously unknown to you.

“I know sweetheart. Can’t do anything about it, huh?” he taunts, pushing in another finger. He curls them slowly, savoring the feeling of your wet heat pulsing around his knuckles. “Y’look very beautiful like this, ya know.” Joel quickens the pace of his fingers. You moan as you beg him for mercy of some sort as he fucks you on his fingers, while torturing your poor, overworked clit with that shower head. It’s sensual, satisfying, and nearly painful all at once. “Doin’ so good. I know you’ve got another one in ya.”

“I don’t know, Joel, I’m– I’m–”

“Take it easy. Focus right here,” he says, curling his fingers faster now. You’re a mess of panting and whimpering as Joel works his magic, stroking that sweet spot inside of you he made short work of finding. You’re soaking his fingers with your arousal as he touches you, a second orgasm washing over you quickly.

You’re panting, heart pounding as you try to come down from your high. “Please,” you breathe heavily, “Please Joel, I– oh–”

“Not quite sure what all that beggin’s for, sweetheart. Told ya what you were in for tonight,” Joel whispers in a honeyed voice. “You got one more, though.”

No way. It’s not possible. This is too much, you’re certain you’ll be satisfied for an eternity after this. “Joel, I don’t think I can,” you cry, hot and salty tears of overstimulation rolling down your cheeks. “I don’t–”

Joel interrupts you. “Yes, you can,” he says. Joel pulls his fingers and the shower head away from your pussy, giving you another moment to breathe. You’re still breathing heavily, shaking and trembling slightly. Poor thing, not used to all of this. It’s a lot on you and Joel knows this. “I’m right here, I got you,” he coos. He adjusts the way he’s holding you for a moment to look at your face, wipe away your tears. His brow furrows as he searches your face, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your jaw. “Breathe, baby. S’okay. Ain’t gonna break.”

You nod, stutter out some incoherent response. Joel’s eyes are warm and soft as he calms you, kissing your lips and your nose.

“What do you think?” he asks, “Reckon you got another one in ya. Just one more, hmm?”

“Okay,” you agree with a small smile. “Okay.”

“Attagirl,” Joel praises. He brings the showerhead back to the space between your thighs but you catch his wrist, pulling it away from your body before he has the chance to use it on you again.

“Want your fingers,” you request in a soft voice. “Can you just use your fingers on me?”

Joel nods. “We can try it,” he offers. “Was startin’ to get cold anyway. Why don’t you switch it back to the regular setting and put it back where it belongs?”

You nod and follow suit, playing with the settings before settling on the regular shower feature. You stand up to put the shower head back, letting the water wash over both you and Joel. On your way back to sit with him he holds your hips, steadying your shaky legs. You sit back between his legs, spreading your own. You gasp softly when Joel cautiously brings his right hand to your pussy, starting out with slow, careful circles on your clit. He groans in pain and shakes his head. “Does it hurt?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he answers. “Why don’t you help me out, hm? Use your own hand? Kind of your specialty, ain’t it?” Joel reaches for your hand and then stops suddenly. “Or,” he says, “What if we try something new?”

Oh, man. You’ve experienced a lot of firsts tonight, you’re not sure you can handle another.

“That poor clit of yours is all worn out huh?” Joel asks. “C’mere. Turn around and face me,” Joel helps you up and then has you straddle his lap, his rock hard cock is between your bodies, the tip all blushed. “I’ve gotten pretty good at doin’ things with my left hand.”

You’re quick to retort. “Except for getting yourself off,” you tease.

“Oh, yeah. Rub it in,” he replies. He snakes his left hand back between your bodies, his middle two fingers pushing inside you. “Was thinkin’ could see how it works out. How’s this feel?” Joel curls his fingers inside of you in a repetitive come hither movement, stroking your g-spot.

“Good,” you tell him. It does feel good, if not a little unfamiliar.

“Just focus on my fingers,” he instructs. As Joel works his fingers inside of you, you rest your forehead on his own. Breathing steadily, focusing on the feeling it stirs inside of you. It’s a new, different sort of pleasure. “Good girl,” he praises in whispers, “So good for me. You’re almost there.”

You begin to rock your hips into his hand, ignoring the way the hard material of the bench feels on your knees. Your clit is still untouched yet, here you are, that familiar feeling beginning to bloom in your tummy. Nothing’s ever made you feel the way you do right now, here in Joel’s arms. You’re liquid in his hands as your last orgasm begins to build, It’s deeper inside you, a slower build to ecstasy as Joel fucks you on his fingers.Your climax washes over you in waves, white-hot pleasure coursing through your through your body. “Oh my god, Joel,” You come with gasping breaths and moans for the last time, your fluttering walls choking Joel’s fingers and your arousal pooling in his hand.

Joel holds you tightly in his arms as you come down from your high for the last time tonight. You’re not sure how much time passes, but when you feel ready, you lift yourself up on your knees and reach for Joel’s cock, guiding him to your entrance.

“Woah, woah–” Joel stops you.

“You don’t have to do a thing,” you try. “Just let me–fuck. I need you, need to fuck you.”

“After all that? You still want more?”

“Wanna take care of you,” you plead. You want him so bad, need to feel him, need to be closer to him, you need to watch his face.

Joel smiles sadly as he shakes his head. “You know I can’t give that to ya,” he strokes your cheek, continuing, “God knows I wanna feel you too, sweetheart. We can’t get ahead of ourselves with my damn shoulder and all that. Just give me a few more days, hon.”

You nod in agreement. He’s right, unfortunately.

“And then I’m all yours,” Joel reaches for your ass and lifts you up, then sits you back down on the bench after he stands up. He stands in front of you, holding his heavy cock between his thumb and first two fingers, bouncing it slightly. “Stay right there,” he says. “You just sit all pretty-like for me, just like ya always do.”

Joel reaches for the back of your head and guides you to be closer to him, parting your lips with the tip of his cock. He tastes salty, heady and masculine. You cup his balls and squeeze gently, playing with them for a moment before gripping the base of his dick. Joel pushes into your mouth slowly. You swirl your tongue around his tip and his shaft, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks. You love the way he tastes, how he feels, how he jerks his hips slightly when you trail your tongue along an extra sensitive spot of his member.

“So good,” he praises, “Always so good.”

Joel maintains eye contact with you as he draws in and out of your mouth, watching you with warm, adoring expression. He loves your eyes, how you watch him as he fucks your mouth.

Moments go by and Joel’s squeezing his eyes shut, his movements starting to become frenzied. “M’close, hon,” he warns. You reach for his hand with your own and squeeze it a couple of times as if to tell him it’s okay, that he can let go. Joel does just that. He comes with a deep groan, his soft tummy and his chest heaving as he breathes heavily, loudly through his nose. His thick, heavy cock twitches in your mouth as ribbon after ribbon of his hot spend coats your tongue and your throat, which you swallow with pleasure. Joel lets out a strangled sort of noise when you begin to pull your mouth off of him, but first licking his head a couple of times. “Too much, too much,” he warns urgently. Interesting. He can dish it but he can’t take it. But you keep your thoughts about Joel’s overstimulation threshold to yourself. “M’not done with you sweetheart, I promise,” Joel says as he comes down from his high, his breathing now beginning to steady. “Few more days and you’re in trouble.”

Your insides flutter at the prospect, what a welcome threat. You smile as Joel takes your hand and lifts you to your feet, shuts off the shower and reaches for your towel. He helps you to dry off, then dries his own self off before helping you to your feet. Still holding your hand, he takes you to his bedroom and lifts up the covers. You get underneath and Joel tucks you in, walks around to his own side of the bed and joins you. Knowing what you need after all of this, he doesn’t bother asking before pulling you into his side, kissing your cheek and the top of your head. Holding you close and telling you what a good job you did. Making sure you’re okay, asking if you need anything, water, a snack. Whatever. “No,” you tell him before closing your eyes.

Just as you’re drifting off to sleep, Joel whispers in your ear, “Hon.”

“What, Joel?” you mumble, your voice thick with sleep.

“We forgot to wash my hair.”

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 3 months

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Safe Harbour | Frankie Morales x F!AFAB!Reader | Fluff

Summary:Frankie finally takes a bath for his bad back. You can't help but join him. Warnings: No explicit smut, but it's not "clean" either. Bathing/Washing; Mild Sexual Content; No Smut; mentions of genitalia; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Romantic Fluff; Valentine's Day Fluff; Bubble Bath/Bathtubs; Food mentions; alcohol mention; Frankie Morales has a bad back; But even that won't stop him from wanting to bone. Reader has no physical description but is "Mrs Morales", and has a vagina. Just a little fluffy fun with Frankie and you, his wife. Fluffbruary Prompt: Phone | Bubble bath | Doll [Day 14 prompts of @astromechs #rebelcaptain Fluffbruary!] Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for taking a look at this before I posted! Wordcount: 1920 Read on AO3

“I’m almost home guapo,” you coo down the speakerphone, the traffic around you finally beginning to move. You’re sweaty and irritable and if it weren’t for the promise of Frankie and a long weekend together, you’d be miserable right now.

“Drop-off go ok?” Frankie asks and you shiver at the way his voice sounds, deep, rich, relaxed. You’re about to answer when you hear a strange swooshing noise in the background of the call, but you carry on regardless.

“Yeah, Gabi was fine, far more interested in the empanadas Diego and Maria were making than saying goodbye to me,” you chuckle as you recall the apologetic look Maria’s new husband had given you when Gabi had run off without so much as a second glance at you.

“Don’t take it to heart mi cielo, she’s five, and takes after her dad in being painfully food motivated,” Frankie tries to soothe you over the phone, but you shake your head, even if he can’t see you.

“I know,” you say before another swooshing noise distracts you in the background of the call, “Frankie, are you in the bath right now?”

There’s a heavy pause and you feel the bubble of triumphant energy pooling in your belly. You’ve been trying to get Frankie to take a bath for weeks. It’s not that the man doesn’t wash – Frankie is a clean freak even by your standards – no, it’s the back and shoulder pain you’re more concerned about.

“I might be,” he says, the smirk on his face clear in his tone.

“Did you use that bath bomb I got for you?” You ask with a bigger grin on your face as you prepare to ditch the slow-moving traffic for your exit of the freeway.

“I did.”

“How does it feel?” You ask as you finally break free of the traffic, you’re only a few minutes out now and the idea of Frankie in the bath is making you impatient.

“So good mi amor, I should have listened to you months ago,” he admits, and you bite your lip as you grin.

“I’m just glad you’re enjoying it,” you say as you turn in to your street.

“Come join me when you get in yeah?” Frankie asks sleepily and you can already imagine his blissed-out face and damp curls.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

~*~

You knock on the bathroom door with your free hand, the fingers of the other wrapped around two bottles of pilsner. Your black silk robe hangs open, exposing the lacy red set of lingerie you have on.

“Come in muñeca, the water’s just fine,” Frankie says with a heady sigh, “What took you so-,”

Frankie’s voice cuts out with a strangled gasp as you nudge the door open with your hip. His jaw goes slack as he looks you up and down, his dark brown eyes swimming with hazy desire. He’s stretched out in your large corner tub; you can hear the soft rumble of the jets that line the sides of the bath.

“You’re too good to me,” Frankie says with a groan as he takes the beers from your hand so you can shimmy out of your robe. You see the way his chest is red and flushed from the hot water, colour creeps up his neck, and dapples across his cheeks. His soft curls stick to his temples and forehead as sweat and water droplets bead at his brow.

You take it slow, shrugging it off your shoulders so it bunches around your elbows, exposing the skin of your chest. Frankie’s tongue darts across his lower lip as he watches you inch the flowing material down over your curves. His eyes follow with rapt attention as you feel the heat simmer under your skin.

“So beautiful mi amor,” Frankie breathes as he sinks a little lower in the bath. The fragrant waters slosh around him as he not-so-subtly places the beers on the tiled floor before slipping a hand below the surface.

“Thank you,” you coo as you unhook your bra and toss it to the floor. Your nipples are hard despite the steamy room, pebbling with arousal at the way Frankie is devouring you with his eyes. You turn slowly on the spot, baring your ass to him as you roll your thong down your legs. You hear the sharp intake of breath when you bend forward, giving him the smallest glimpse of your cunt. You slip the garment off your feet and kick them into the pile of discarded clothes.

“C’mere,” Frankie rasps as you hear the bathwater churn a little, you turn to see him sitting upright on the small shelf built into the bath, arms outstretched.

“How could I say no to that?” You ask as you saunter over to the tub. Frankie holds out a hand to steady you as you step into the tub, you grip it firmly as he guides you down onto his lap.

The hot water rushes up to meet you and you moan softly as your skin burns a little at the high temperature. It’s a pleasantly exhilarating feeling as you settle in the steamy bath, thighs straddling Frankie’s lap as his hands settle on your body. One hand cups your cheek as the other rests on the curve of your hip. You don’t miss Frankie’s thick, hard length bobbing between you.

“Missed you baby,” Frankie murmurs as he tilts his head up to look at you, his facial hair is coated in droplets of moisture that shake from his moustache as he speaks.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” you chastise him gently as you thread your fingertips through the curls at the nape of his neck. You rest your forearms on his shoulders as you roll your hips forward to press your mound against his cock, trapping it between you. Frankie’s body shudders beneath you as he lets out a soft hiss.

“Long enough for me to draw a bath and soak a while before you got back,” he pouts a little as you press a soft kiss to his jaw, right where the hair refuses to grow.

“Poor Frankie,” you tease as you leave a kiss at the corner of his mouth, the bristles of his moustache taking delightfully over your skin, “Such a needy boy.”

That sends shivers down his spine as he turns his head to capture your lips with his own. He takes your bottom lip between his and sucks on it slowly, pulling on it before letting it go with an audible pop. His dark eyes glisten as he looks up at you, a silent question behind them.

“You need to rest your back baby,” you scold him as his dick twitches against your stomach, “Ten more minutes and then we can have some fun.”

“You’re cruel,” he whines but he doesn’t press further, instead he lays back, sinking you both deeper into the hot, heady waters.

You lean forward and press your face into his damp locks and nestle your nose against his ear. You trace irregular patterns along the slopes of his shoulders as he runs his hands up and down your back.

You stay there for some time, steam curling around you as the water ripples with a soft hum, the rhythm soothing. The air jets blow bubbles over your legs, a gentle caress that has you curling your body forward, enveloping Frankie with your naked form.

“Thank you for dropping Gabi off,” Frankie’s voice is no more than a whisper as his lips ghost the damp skin of your collarbone. You can feel the press of his strong nose and the brush of his soft facial hair as he nuzzles into you.

It’s like you’re both desperate to get closer, although there is naught but skin on skin, souls bared and bodies entwined. It’s hot and clammy, and you know you’ll need a full shower after, but it’s worth it. Intimate moments with Frankie like this are priceless.

“Thank you for looking after yourself, you’ve been pushing it too hard lately,” you say with a sigh as you toy with hair behind Frankie’s ear, twisting the curls around your fingertips.

“I know, but I do it for you, for Gabi, for us,” Frankie wraps his arms around you, one snaking around your waist, the other gripping your neck from behind. You’re anchored to him, unmoving amongst the turbulent waters.

“And I love that,” you hum softly as you pull back a little, pressing your cheek into Frankie’s as you savour the contact, “Just want you to look after yourself too sometimes.”

“You’re so good to me,” he says, weariness clear in his tone, “I love you.”

“I give as good as I get, guapo, I love you too,” you respond with a smile on your lips as you lean back to look him in the eye, “How ‘bout we shower off and order some takeout?”

“Then bed?” Frankie smirks up at you, bottom lip between his teeth as he raises his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“We could eat the takeout in bed,” you counter with an equally salacious grin on your face.

“You’re incorrigible Mrs Morales,” Frankie teases and you yelp as he stands abruptly, you scramble to wrap your legs around him. You engage your core, and support yourself with your arms on his shoulders as you glare down at him.

“That’s not good for your back,” you scold him but he simply grins up at you before teasing his teeth along your jaw.

“Sorry Mrs Morales, maybe you need to teach me how to behave.”

“I really do, put me down,” you growl as you leer at him and he rolls his eyes and relents. He puts you down gently and you cross your arms over your chest. You can’t stay angry at Frankie for long, you know it, he knows it, but it’s worth labouring the point.

“Fine, besides, the bath did wonders,” he says with a shrug as he bends and flexes for you, as if to prove a point of his own.

“Yeah, yeah,” you scowl as you point to the shower, “Hit the showers Morales, we’ll see how limber you are once you cool down.”

“I don’t plan on cooling down for a few hours, muñeca,” Frankie clicks his tongue as he cups your chin, brushing the pad of his thumb across your moist bottom lip.

“Don’t come crying to me when you can’t move in the morning,” you say without any real bite to your tone.

“Noted, now, what are we ordering in? I’m starving,” Frankie says with a grin before slipping into the shower.

You shake your head, incredulous as you join him under the hot water. You wash each other slowly, savouring the rough drag of the washcloth over your skin. He massages your scalp as the water washes over you, you repeat the action for him. It’s a delicate dance peppered throughout with affectionate touches and open-mouthed kisses.

Eventually you’re swaying together without purpose, a slow, sleepy waltz of sheer bliss as the hot water cascades over your joint bodies. One of you needs to make the first move to get out of the shower and call the local takeout place, it takes almost an hour before you do.

Never have you felt so content, but Frankie Morales is your home, your refuge and safe harbour. You know for certain he feels the same way.

Never before had you known love, then Frankie Morales came along.

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Neue Samstagskonzert-Reihe im November bei der Jenaer Philharmonie

Neue Konzertreihe am Samstagabend zum Auftakt mit Mussorgskis „Bilder einer Ausstellung“ und der Saxofonistin Valentine Michaud am Samstag, 04.11.2023 bei der Jenaer Philharmonie

Ein rund einstündiges Klangerlebnis mit erlesenen Repertoire-Highlights und namhaften Solisten und im Anschluss die Möglichkeit, in lockerer Atmosphäre bei einem Getränk mit den Künstlern des Abends ins Gespräch zu kommen: Das ist die neue Samstagskonzert-Reihe, mit der die Jenaer Philharmonie ihr Konzertangebot erweitert. Veranstaltungshinweis: Dynamische, tanzbare Musik und jamaikanische Vibes mit Jahneration aus Frankreich am 26.10.2023 im KulturBahnhof Jena

Am 26.10. kommt das erfolgreiche New-Reggae Duo Jahneration aus Frankreich in den KuBa Jena, Fotografik: Fb Eventbanner SOUNDSGOOD Music Agency und Cosmic Dawn-Kuba Jena Für das Auftaktkonzert am Samstag, 4. November um 19:00 Uhr im Volkshaus Jena konnte mit der französischen Saxofonistin Valentine Michaud eine enthusiastische und neugierige Künstlerin gewonnen werden, der es ein stetes Anliegen ist, ihr Instrument und das noch zu wenig verbreitete Repertoire dafür einem breiteren Publikum bekanntzumachen. Für den Konzertabend hat sie Alexander Glasunows Konzert Es-Dur für Altsaxofon und Streichorchester ausgewählt, in dem der Komponist die klangliche Bandbreite des Instruments demonstriert. Weitere Jenaer Nachrichten aus dem Bereich Kultur >> Die Jenaer Philharmonie unter der Leitung des ukrainischen Dirigenten Valentin Uryupin kombiniert es mit Sergei Rachmaninows von einer Kurzgeschichte Anton Tschechows und einem Gedicht von Michail Lermontow inspirierten Orchesterfantasie „Der Fels“ und Modest Mussorgskis Zyklus „Bilder einer Ausstellung“ in der schillernden Orchesterfassung von Maurice Ravel, die das Werk weltberühmt machte.

Saxofonistin Valentine Michaud ((c) Fred Merz | Lundi13 Tickets für das Konzert sind in der Jena Tourist-Information, online unter www.jenaer-philharmonie.de sowie ab einer Stunde vor Konzertbeginn an der Abendkasse vor Ort erhältlich. Unter Vorlage der thoska bzw. der MKS-Card bekommen Studierende der FSU und EAH, Schüler*innen der MKS Jena sowie Inhaber*innen des TRIDELTA CAMPUS Kulturticket in der Jena Tourist-Information und an der Abendkasse ohne weitere Zuzahlung ihr Kulturticket. Programm - Sergei Rachmaninow: „Der Fels“, Fantasie für Orchester op. 7 - Alexander Glasunow: Konzert Es-Dur für Altsaxofon und Streichorchester op. 109 - Modest Mussorgski: „Bilder einer Ausstellung“, Klavierzyklus (Arr. für Orchester von Maurice Ravel) - Valentine Michaud, Saxofon Jenaer Philharmonie Valentin Uryupin, Leitung Veranstaltungen im Eventkalender >> Info, Jenaer Philharmonie Foto, Fred Merz // Jenaer Philharmonie Read the full article

#JenaerPhilharmonie #Samstagskonzerte #ValentineMichaud

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DE NOCHE LOS GATOS SON PARDOS von Valentin Merz

DE NOCHE LOS GATOS SON PARDOS von Valentin Merz #Locarno75 @FilmFestLocarno

Sniffing… © Andrea Film Der Schweizer Beitrag im diesjährigen Wettbewerb von Locarno ist definitiv nicht sein Höhepunkt. Ob man ihn als Tiefpunkt empfinden will, hängt von den eigenen Erwartungen ab. Jedenfalls ist sein Titel auch sein Programm, ganz abgesehen davon, dass er, der Titel, perfekt ans Filmfestivals von Locarno passt: Nachts sind Katzen Leoparden. Leider geht hier, wie beim ganzen…

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me-merz · 3 years

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#meme #me merz #valentines

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Union der Liebe #valentine #merz #merkel #taz

#valentine #merz #merkel #taz

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louisdeservestheworld-28 · 5 years

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Name Song tag

Rules: Spell out your URL with song titles and then tag 10 people.

Tagged by: @flicker-album thankyou

Life of the party - Shawn Mendes

Oceans - Seafret

Up all night - One Direction

I’ll be fine - Johnny Stimson

Sight - Sleeping at last

Drunk - Ed Sheeran

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Saturday Nights - Khalid

Entertainer - Zayn

Right now - One Direction

Valentine - 5SOS

End of the day - One Direction

Sorry - Halsey

There is a place - Bruno Merz

Heartlines - Broods

Ever since new york - Harry Styles

Waves - Dean Lewis

Over again - One Direction

Rainberry - Zayn

Let’s call it a day - Alex Lahey

Difference - Picture This

I’m tagging @malik-payne @afangirlfantasy @imthegirlwiththeglasses @louisxharryt @florhescents @theyresofuckinginlove @thorlesbiana and anyone else who wants to do it x

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networkingdefinition · 4 years

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200 Internet Marketing Gurus

Official Website: 200 Internet Marketing Gurus

The Internet is cluttered with men and women who would call themselves gurus, however only a choose few online marketers and super associates can truly hold the mantle and be elevated to the top of the charts among truth greats. To aid you steer clear of any type of self-proclaimed experts, I’ve written up a list of 200 tried and real Internet marketing gurus. These are women and also males that have been via the fires as well as appear the various other end richer and also smarter for it.

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200 Internet Marketing Gurus

Official Website: 200 Internet Marketing Gurus

The Internet is cluttered with men and women who would call themselves gurus, however only a choose few online marketers and super associates can truly hold the mantle and be elevated to the top of the charts among truth greats. To aid you steer clear of any type of self-proclaimed experts, I��ve written up a list of 200 tried and real Internet marketing gurus. These are women and also males that have been via the fires as well as appear the various other end richer and also smarter for it.

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BAD ELSTER LÄDT ZUR VOGTLÄNDISCHEN FANTASY-LESUNG! Am Dienstag, den 12. Februar liest die hier beheimatete Oelsnitzer Autorin Vanessa Schöche um 19.30 Uhr im Königlichen Kurhaus Bad Elster aus ihrer Trilogie »Joeleen« in einer ausgewogenen Mischung von Fantasie und Realität. Beflügelt von dem Gedanken eine eigene Welt zu erschaffen, entführt Vanessa Schöche mit dem ersten Band »Vergeltung« nach Talera. Darin erzählt sie die Geschichte einer Frau namens Joeleen, die sich für ihre Bestimmung öffnet und sich gegen Unterdrückung und Machtwillkür behauptet. Nachdem Joeleens Familie getötet wird, und sie als einzig Überlebende mit einem ganz besonderen Erbe zurückbleibt, giert es ihrem Widersacher Kieran nach ihrem mächtigen Blut. Und obwohl Joeleen eine Jägerin ist, wird sie dadurch selbst zur Gejagten. »Kieran, ein menschenähnlicher Dämon, überzieht Talera mit viel Leid und Qualen. Die Form seiner Herrschaft ist geprägt von Rassismus, Gewalt und Verachtung«, erklärte die Autorin. »Joeleen hingegen steht auf der hellen Seite des Lebens.« Die Themen des Buches sind trotz der Fantasyelemente sehr real und logisch. Es geht um Tyrannei, Machtgier und Krieg. Und um Hoffnung, innere Stärke, Verbundenheit und Liebe. Die gelernte Außenhandelskauffrau, 1993 in Oelsnitz geboren, schreibt seit dem 20. Lebensjahr an der Fantasybuchreihe. »Der Charakter Joeleen hat sich über viele Jahre in meinem Kopf entwickelt. Sie trat das erste Mal in meinen Gedanken auf, als ich ungefähr dreizehn war. Von Jahr zu Jahr wurde sie, wie auch ich, immer reifer und detaillierter, so dass ihre Geschichte nun mein absolutes Herzensprojekt ist.« Im vergangenen Jahr veröffentlichte sie den ersten Teil »Vergeltung« in ihrem Eigenverlag (Vajona Verlag) selbst, während sie am zweiten Teil »Verachtung« weiterschreibt, der im Frühjahr 2019 erscheinen wird. Tickets: 037437/ 53 900 | http://www.chursaechsische.de

Liebes-Tipp der Woche: LIEBESMELODIEN MIT DER SEMPEROPER IN BAD ELSTER! Am Donnerstag, den 14. Februar gastiert das Junge Ensemble der Semperoper Dresden um 19.30 Uhr mit einem vielstimmigen Liederabend zum Valentinstag im König Albert Theater Bad Elster. Auf den großen Bühnen der Welt zu singen – für viele aufstrebende Sängerinnen und Sänger ein Traum! Zum Valentinstag präsentieren nun ausgewählte internationale Sängerinnen und Sänger des Jungen Ensembles der Sächsischen Staatsoper Dresden als Stars von morgen im König Albert Theater unsterbliche Opernklassiker, bei denen es sich um das größte Thema aller Zeiten dreht: die Liebe! Die internationalen Ensemblemitglieder Chao Deng (Bass/China), Michal Doron (Mezzosopran/Israel), Beomjin Kim (Tenor/Südkorea) und Tahnee Niboro (Sopran/Deutschland) werden in Begleitung von Sebastian Ludwig am Klavier und unter der Leitung und Moderation von Thomas Cadenbach dabei im Theaterambiente Bad Elsters einen liebevollen musikalischen Abend zelebrieren und die Zuhörer mit »Liebesmelodien« berauschen. Dem Publikum werden dann Arien und Ensemblestücke des deutschen, italienischen und französischen Opernrepertoires sowie einige besondere musikalische Überraschungen geboten, die für einen ganz hinreißenden Abend im Klang großer Liebesmelodien sorgen werden. Genuss-Tipp: Im Zuge des Konzerts bietet das Callas-Team im Restaurant des Königlichen Kurhaus Bad Elster vor oder nach der Vorstellung ein romantisches Valentins-Dinner als liebesvolles Viergang-Menü an. Als Valentinstags-Special verleiht der Pianist Radim Vojir dabei am Valentinstag der besonderen Dinner-Atmosphäre eine klangvolle Note als musikalisch-verliebte Begleitung. Tickets: 037437/ 53 900 | http://www.koenig-albert-theater.de

Konzert-Tipp der Woche: CHURSACHSEN-DUO IM SYMPHONISCHEN KLANG DER JAHRESZEITEN! Am Freitag, den 15. Februar lädt die Chursächsische Philharmonie Bad Elster unter der Leitung von GMD Florian Merz um 19.30 Uhr zum virtuosen 6. Symphoniekonzert mit dem Titel »Die vier Jahreszeiten« in das besondere Ambiente des König Albert Theaters ein. Dabei werden an diesem musikalischen Abend zwei »Chursachsen« solistisch in Szene gesetzt und dabei mit französischer Eleganz sowie barocker Raffinesse das Konzert mit ihrem heiteren Charme schmücken. Eröffnet wird das Konzert mit der Suite »Der Bürger als Edelmann« von Jean-Baptiste Lully. Im Anschluss erklingt das Konzert für Violoncello und Orchester D-Dur op. 26 Nr. 6 von Joseph Bodin de Boismortier. Den Solopart übernimmt hier der langjährige Chursachse KM Georg Stahl am barocken Violoncello. Mit den weltberühmten »Die vier Jahreszeiten« von Antonio Vivaldi gibt die erst jung im Team der Chursachsen musizierende Geigerin Almut Seidel ihren solistischen Einstand im König Albert Theater Bad Elster. Eine weitere musikalische Kostbarkeit erklingt mit der Suite für Orchester von Arcangelo als krönenden Abschluss dieser barocken Reise. Genuss-Tipp: Im Zuge des Konzerts bietet das Callas-Team im Restaurant des Königlichen Kurhauses Bad Elster vor oder nach der Vorstellung ein romantisches Valentins-Dinner als liebesvolles Viergang-Menü an. Tickets: 037437/ 53 900 | http://www.koenig-albert-theater.de

VERNISSAGE IN DER KUNSTWANDELHALLE Am Samstag, den 16. Februar wird im Zuge einer feierlichen Vernissage um 17.00 Uhr in der KunstWandelhalle Bad Elster die Ausstellung „Trommler, Trommler hör’ mich an“ mit Ölbildern und Aquarellen von Angelika Zwarg (Zschopau) eröffnet. In Angelika Zwargs Bildern treffen Märchen auf die Wirklichkeit. Träume, auch Alpträume, verweben sich mit Sonne, Mond und Sternen, verfangen sich in den engen Gassen erzgebirgischer Städte und Dörfer, streben hinaus in die Welt. In diesen Bildern schwebt ein Lied, klingt Musik, verbindet sich die Trauer um Verluste mit der Hoffnung auf den immerwährenden Neubeginn. Auf diese Ausstellung hatte sich die Ende 2018 verstorbene Malerin aus Zschopau besonders gefreut, den Titel hat sie noch selbst bestimmt – Eine Ausstellung in Memoriam. Angelika Zwarg wurde 1959 in Zschopau geboren. Sie studierte in Dresden Lehrerin für Deutsch und Kunsterziehung. Nach einigen Jahren Schuldienst in Karl-Marx-Stadt lebte und arbeitete sie ab 1988 wieder in ihrer Geburtsstadt. Sie war Mitglied im Chemnitzer Künstlerbund/BBK, hatte zahlreiche Ausstellung in Deutschland und auch international. Der Eintritt ist frei. http://www.kunstwandelhalle.de

ELLA – ENDLICH LIVE IN BAD ELSTER! Am Sonnabend, den 16. Februar öffnet Bad Elster um 19.30 Uhr den Vorhang für die erfolgreiche Schlager-Pop-Interpretin Ella Endlich. Nach ihrem großen Single-Erfolg »Küss mich, halt mich, lieb mich« aus der Filmmusik zu »Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel« ist Ella Endlich mittlerweile zu einem gefragten Star auf den Konzertbühnen geworden. Die Prinzessinnen-Schuhe sind zwar mittlerweile abgefallen, aber ihr Thema ist und bleibt die Liebe! Die zwischen Paaren aber auch die andere: selbstlos, hilfsbereit, mit sozialer Kompetenz, mitfühlend und positiv. Mit einem Mix aus Chanson, Klassik und Pop prägt die auch als DSDS-Jurorin berühmt gewordene Weimarerin ihren ganz eigenen Stil, den sie mit Eleganz und Authentizität im Theaterambiente Bad Elsters vortragen wird. Als Special Guest nimmt Ella Endlich die DSDS Gewinnerin 2018 Marie Wegener mit auf die Bühne des König Albert Theaters. Tickets: 037437/ 53 900 | http://www.koenig-albert-theater.de

Familien-Tipp der Woche: JIM KNOPF UND LUKAS DER LOKOMOTIVFÜHRER MACHEN IN BAD ELSTER STATION! Am Sonntag, den 17. Februar bringt das Theater Lichtermeer eine Bühnenfassung von Michael Endes Kultfiguren Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer auf die Bühne, die vor allem durch die Augsburger Puppenkiste berühmt wurden. Das neue, lustige, aber auch tiefgründige Musicalabenteuer bietet ein tolles Wiedersehen mit den liebgewordenen Figuren. Ein fantastischer Nachmittag für alle großen und kleinen Abenteurer ab 4 Jahren. In einer neuen, phantasievollen und tiefgründigen Version erzählt das Theater Lichtermeer die aufregenden Geschichten in fantastische Welten, in denen nichts ist, wie es anfangs scheint und von einer Reise, die man nur meistern kann, wenn man wahre Freunde hat. Lummerland wird langsam zu klein für alle Bewohner. Deshalb soll der Zugbetrieb eingestellt werden. Doch was ist ein Lokomotivführer ohne Lokomotive? So beschließt Lukas die Insel mit den zwei Bergen zu verlassen und woanders sein Glück zu suchen. Jim Knopf, der als Baby in einem Paket auf der Insel landete, schließt sich ihm kurzerhand an. Mit ihrer umgebauten Dampflok Emma gelangen sie eines Tages ans Ufer von Mandala. Gemeinsam erleben sie große Abenteuer, lernen viele neue Freunde kennen und Jim erfährt sogar etwas über seine Herkunft. Ob die beiden es am Ende ihrer Reise noch schaffen, die Prinzessin Li Si aus den Drachenklauen der Frau Mahlzahn zu befreien? Das Ensemble des Theater Lichtermeer hat unter der Regie von Jan Radermacher und Timo Riegelsberg ein fantastisches Musical für die ganze Familie geschaffen. Der humorvolle und spannende Mix aus Tanz, Gesang und Schauspiel fasziniert Klein und Groß. Tickets: 037437/ 53 900 | http://www.koenig-albert-theater.de

Abgerundet wird das Winterprogramm in den Königlichen Anlagen der Kultur- und Festspielstadt Bad Elster mit verschiedenen Kammermusikprogrammen von Ensembles der Chursächsischen Philharmonie und Folklore-Konzerten mit Orchestern der Musikregion Vogtland. Die Veranstaltungen können selbstverständlich jederzeit mit Rahmenprogrammen aus Erholung & Kulinarium kombiniert werden. Alle Infos zum Aufenthalt: 037437 /53 900 | http://www.badelster.de

VORSCHAU BAD ELSTER

Di 19.02. | 19.30 Uhr | Königliches Kurhaus »DER SONNE ENTGEGEN – WLADIWOSTOK« Dia-Show von Weltenradler Thomas Meixner

Fr 22.02. | 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater ANGELIKA MILSTER IN: »DORIS DAY – DAY BY DAY« Musical von Rainer Lewandowski

Sa 23.02. | 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater BILL MOCKRIDGE & MARGIE KINSKY: »Hurra, wir lieben noch!« Kabarett

So 24.02. | 15.00 Uhr | König Albert Theater Abschlussveranstaltung 18. Chursächsische Winterträume »GROSSE JOHANN-STRAUSS-GALA« Heiteres Musik-Theater

Quelle: Chursächsische Veranstaltungs GmbH

Chursächsische WintertraumNews Bad Elster BAD ELSTER LÄDT ZUR VOGTLÄNDISCHEN FANTASY-LESUNG! Am Dienstag, den 12. Februar liest die hier beheimatete Oelsnitzer Autorin Vanessa Schöche um 19.30 Uhr im Königlichen Kurhaus Bad Elster aus ihrer Trilogie »Joeleen« in einer ausgewogenen Mischung von Fantasie und Realität.

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