#Benchmark Wines'

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The top 13 white wines from France are available in Singapore for less than $50. Each of these wines, from the rich and buttery Chardonnay to the crisp and refreshing Sauvignon Blanc, has a distinct flavour profile that is guaranteed to please any palate. We think everyone should have access to it. We hope that reading this blog has motivated you to learn more about French white wine and discover a new vintage you love. So keep in mind that you don't have to break the budget to indulge in the best French wines the next time you feel like having a glass of wine.

Madame ‘F’ Blanc 2018 – $29.00

Pierrick Harang Le Petit Balthazar CRD – Viognier-Sauvignon Blanc 2021 – $39.00

Pierrick Harang Cuvee Balthazar CRD Viognier 2021 – $42.00

Vini Be Good ‘Les Athletes du Vin’ Touraine Sauvignon Blanc 2014 – $29.00

La Coume-Lumet Limoux Blanc 2018 (Chardonnay-Chenin) – $49.00

La Coume-Lumet ‘Le Maset de Lumet’ Haute Vallee de l’Aude Blanc 2018 (Chenin-Chardonnay) – $35.00

Dom. Tour Saint Michele ‘Cam So’ Cote du Rhone 2014 Blanc – $29.00

Dom. Paul Mas ‘Mas de Tannes Reserve Blanc’ Grenache Blanc 2014 – $36.00

Trois Maisons Blanc Bordeaux 2018 – $39.00

Ch. Ferry Lacombe ‘Hadeus’ Cotes de Provence Blanc 2015 – $35.00

Ch. Gigognan Organic Cotes du Rhone Blanc 2019 – $35.00

Ch. Gros Moulin ‘Lys du Moulin’ Côtes de Bourg Blanc 2019 – $35.00

Foncalieu ‘Cavalier de La Mediterranee’ Chardonnay 2016 – $39.00

[megaxard]

had a plan today. it was

remember that there's a place nearby where you can rent a fancy gaming pc for $12 (for an hour)

realize that this would probably be able to run the dawntrail benchmark

i could use this to see what i want to fantasia ahris'a into...

attempt to go there after bounsweet community day

its closed :(

[hoshifighting]

From Accords to Kisses

Synopsis: Seungcheol, feeling overshowed by his accomplished cousin Jisoo, concocted a plan to surprise his family. Desperate to match up, he enlists Y/N, a talented athlete swimmer from his university, to play his girlfriend. Amidst the charade, unexpected sparks fly, leading to a surprising turn in their relationship.

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Reader! Swimmer/University athlete, Seungcheol! University Student - Fake Dating

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, kitchen sex, loud moaning, creampie, big dick cheol, wap, and they are almost caught making out inside of the pool.

Seungcheol, a junior in college, found himself caught in a web of expectations spun by his family. Their admiration for his cousin, Jisoo, was boundless. Jisoo was the epitome of success in their eyes—an academic achiever, a charming young man with a promising career, and someone who seemingly excelled in every aspect of life. The family gatherings were always filled with tales of Jisoo's achievements, and they became a benchmark against which Seungcheol often found himself measured.

It was during one family dinner that his mother, after a few glasses of wine, turned to Seungcheol with a probing gaze. "When are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Seungcheol? Jisoo always has someone new to bring to family gatherings."

Caught off guard, Seungcheol felt the pressure mounting. He wasn't one to share details about his personal life, and the idea of having to introduce a girlfriend to the family seemed daunting. Trying to deflect the conversation, he blurted out, "Actually, Mom, I already have a girlfriend."

His mother's eyes widened in surprise, and a triumphant smile spread across her face. "Really? That's wonderful! You must bring her to the summer house this weekend. Jisoo and his family are coming too. It'll be a perfect opportunity for everyone to meet."

Seungcheol's mind raced as he tried to come up with a solution to his fabricated predicament. He couldn't admit to lying now; the web he had woven was too intricate. With a deep sigh, he nodded in agreement, accepting the challenge he had unwittingly set for himself.

Seungcheol paced through the college hallways, the weight of his fabricated girlfriend dilemma pressing on his shoulders. As he traversed the familiar corridors, he pondered his limited options. He wasn't exactly the type to have a multitude of close female friends, and the few acquaintances he did have might not be willing to play the role of his imaginary girlfriend.

His mind raced through a mental roster of female classmates, trying to assess who might be willing to assist him in this family charade. Seungcheol was not oblivious to the fact that asking someone to pose as his girlfriend for a family gathering was an unusual request, and the potential for rejection loomed large.

He glanced around the bustling campus, contemplating his next move. Should he approach someone he knew only in passing, risking an awkward refusal? Or perhaps he should resort to desperate measures and post a plea for assistance on social media, hoping that someone, out of pity or curiosity, would agree to help him out.

Seungcheol's mind was abruptly interrupted as he collided with someone in the bustling college hallway. Books scattered in every direction, and his immediate reaction was a chorus of apologies. Looking down to collect the fallen books, he was met with a pair of apologetic eyes belonging to Y/N.

He couldn't help but notice her black and tight gymnastic clothing, a stark contrast to the casual attire of most students. Her hair was damp, and droplets of water adorned her skin. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots – she was a member of the university's swimming team, a detail he had likely overlooked in the past.

As Seungcheol handed her the last of the fallen books, he couldn't help but find her presence intriguing. The hurried apology, the sporty attire, and the damp hair all painted a vivid picture of someone with a disciplined and athletic lifestyle.

Before he could articulate his thoughts or ask about her involvement in the swimming team, Y/N flashed a quick smile and darted towards the exit, leaving Seungcheol with a trail of unanswered questions and a newfound idea forming in his mind.

His eyes followed her as she disappeared into the bustling crowd, and a realization struck him. Y/N could be the perfect solution to his predicament.

One Saturday morning, when the university's athletes were deep in their practice routines, Seungcheol made his way to the swimming training center. He observed the swimmers cutting through the water with precision and grace, searching for Y/N among the lanes. Spotting her at last, he observed her storing her gear and searching for a towel on the bench.

Summoning his courage, Seungcheol left the stands and made his way toward her. As he approached, he noticed the surprise that flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a friendly smile as she recognized him.

"Hi Y/N,” Seungcheol greeted her, returning the smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Y/N shook her head, tucking the towel she had finally found over her shoulder. "No, not at all. I'm just finishing up practice. What brings you here? I've never seen you at our training sessions before."

Seungcheol took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. "I wanted to talk to you, actually.”

“Sure what do you want to talk about” 

“My family has this weekend gathering at our summer house, and my mom's been asking me about my girlfriend. Long story short, I might have told her I have one, and now she's expecting to meet her."

"You may have mentioned?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Okay, I'm following. But why do you need me for this?"

Seungcheol chuckled nervously. "Okay, maybe I said it definitively. But the point is, I'm in a bit of a bind, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to play the part of my girlfriend for the weekend. We just need to act like a couple in front of my family, and I'm sure we can come up with a believable backstory.”

Y/N's smile widened, and she crossed her arms, still holding the towel. "So, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? Just for a weekend? That's a pretty unconventional request, Seungcheol."

Seungcheol nodded, his sincerity evident. "I know it's a lot to ask, and I wouldn't blame you if you think it's too weird. But it would mean a lot to me, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

"So, how exactly do you plan to make it up to me, Seungcheol?"

Seungcheol scratched his head, pondering the question. "Well, first of all, I promise to owe you a big favor. Anything you need, within reason, of course. I'll be there for you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Anything? That's quite the open-ended promise. I might have to take advantage of that."

Seungcheol, thinking on his feet, remembered the valuable information he had gathered from Y/N's friends. "Well," he began with a smile, "your friends were kind enough to share some insights about you. I heard you have a favorite restaurant in town. How about I take you to dinner there? My treat."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes. "My favorite restaurant, huh? You did your homework, Seungcheol. Alright, you've got yourself a deal. But you owe me the juiciest details about your family after this whole charade is over."

Seungcheol grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Deal. You'll get the full scoop, I promise."

[…]

As Seungcheol drove through the city lights on that Friday night, the hum of the car's engine accompanying the anticipation in the air. The suitcases were neatly stowed away in the trunk, and Y/N sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the passing scenery. 

"You know," Seungcheol began, glancing at Y/N, "I never got to ask you what you do for work. What keeps you so busy?"

Y/N smiled, looking out at the passing city lights. "I work as a swimming teacher for children. It's a lot of fun, but it can be quite hectic, especially when the kids are super energetic. They keep me on my toes."

Seungcheol listened attentively, and for a brief moment, a wave of unexpected emotion washed over him. The image of Y/N teaching children to swim sparked a dream in his heart—the dream of a future with a big, happy family. He couldn't help but admire her dedication and the impact she must be making on those young lives. "That sounds like a rewarding job. Teaching kids to swim must be both challenging and fulfilling."

Y/N nodded, her expression reflecting a sense of accomplishment “The joy on their faces when they learn a new skill is priceless."

Seungcheol smiled, realizing that the persona he had created for Y/N as his imaginary girlfriend was turning into a tapestry of qualities that were both admirable and endearing. "I can imagine you must be an amazing teacher. It takes a special person to guide and inspire kids like that."

Y/N chuckled, her modesty evident. "I just try my best. But enough about me. What about you? What do you do when you're not orchestrating elaborate plans to appease your family?"

Seungcheol laughed, appreciating the humor in Y/N's question. "Well," Seungcheol began with a playful grin, "when I'm not masterminding intricate family charades, I'm usually trying to keep up with my studies, attempting to conquer the ever-growing pile of textbooks. It's a thrilling life, really."

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Seungcheol pulled up to the family's summer house. As he parked, a sense of unease settled over him, amplified by the sight of his cousin's ostentatious and expensive car gleaming in the garage. Y/N, seated beside him, couldn't help but notice the expensive vehicle and the subtle tension in Seungcheol's demeanor.

"Who paints a car with that color?" Y/N remarked playfully, breaking the silence and attempting to lighten the mood.

Seungcheol chuckled nervously, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Yeah, it's a bit much, isn't it? My cousin has always had a flair for the extravagant. Apparently, even when it comes to car paint."

Y/N continued with a mischievous smile, "I mean, I've seen more tasteful choices in a preschool art class. Maybe he's trying to blind everyone on the road."

Seungcheol burst into laughter, the tension dissipating momentarily. "You might be onto something there. But hey, let's focus on the task at hand—convincing my family that we're the power couple of the century."

Y/N grinned, her playful spirit adding a spark to the moment. "Power couple, huh? Should we come up with a secret handshake or something?"

As they unloaded their suitcases and approached the front door, the facade of the perfect couple began to take shape. As Seungcheol and Y/N approached the front door of the summer house, they noticed Seungcheol's parents emerging from the backyard, engrossed in conversation. Seungcheol's heart skipped a beat as he realized the moment of introduction was upon them. "Here we go," Seungcheol muttered under his breath, a nervous grin playing on his lips as he straightened his posture, trying to exude confidence.

Y/N shot him an encouraging smile, sensing his apprehension. "We've got this," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a reassuring tone.

Seungcheol nodded, taking a deep breath as they reached his parents. His mother's eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing them.

"Seungcheol, dear, you're finally here!" his mother exclaimed, her warm smile widening as her gaze shifted to Y/N. "And who might this lovely young lady be?"

Seungcheol's heart raced, but he managed to keep a composed demeanor. "Mom, Dad, this is Y/N. She's my girlfriend," he said, his voice surprisingly steady.

Y/N flashed a bright smile, extending her hand in a friendly gesture. "Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you both. Seungcheol has told me so much about you."

Seungcheol's parents exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and delight. Seungcheol's mother wasted no time in pulling both of them into a warm embrace.

"How wonderful!" she exclaimed, beaming with joy. "Seungcheol, you've kept her hidden from us for so long. It's about time we got to meet your girlfriend!"

Seungcheol managed a nervous chuckle, stealing a glance at Y/N, who played her part impeccably, her smile unwavering. As they entered the house, the facade of the perfect couple continued, and Seungcheol couldn't shake the blend of anxiety and relief swirling within him.

As Seungcheol and Y/N entered Seungcheol's childhood room on the second floor, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to the memorabilia that adorned the walls. The room was a testament to Seungcheol's achievements, filled with medals hanging from a supporter and framed photos capturing moments of his past.

Y/N's eyes lingered on a particular set of medals, each one a symbol of triumph in various competitions. "Impressive collection," she remarked, her gaze traveling from one medal to another.

Y/N examined a photo of young Seungcheol proudly standing on a podium with a black belt in jiu-jitsu, another of him passionately playing soccer, and yet another capturing the moment of his high school graduation.

"You look like the perfect son," Y/N said, a genuine admiration in her voice. "I don't understand why there's this constant comparison with your cousin. You've achieved so much on your own."

Seungcheol sighed, his gaze lingering on the photos. "It's just the way it's always been. Jisoo, my cousin, is the benchmark for success in my family. No matter what I do, it always feels like I'm in his shadow."

Y/N had been on the verge of sharing something with Seungcheol when the door creaked open, and Seungcheol's mom entered the room. Her face beamed with excitement, and her eyes were filled with pride as she spoke.

"Seungcheol, dear, Jisoo's family is waiting for us downstairs. And let me tell you, their daughter is absolutely adorable. You should see her, such a sweetheart!"

He managed a polite smile, concealing the sigh that threatened to escape. "Sure, Mom. We'll be right down." 

As Seungcheol and Y/N made their way to the yard, they found themselves in the company of Jisoo, his face sporting a furrowed brow as he observed the "couple" holding hands. His eyes seemed to express a mix of curiosity and mild inconvenience. Jisoo, always accustomed to being in the spotlight, felt a twinge of irritation at the attention Seungcheol seemed to be receiving.

"Seungcheol, I see you finally found someone to keep you company," Jisoo remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Seungcheol managed a tight smile, the tension palpable. "Yeah, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet my cousin, Jisoo."

Y/N offered a polite nod, but the instant dislike was evident in her eyes as she shook Jisoo's outstretched hand. Jisoo, oblivious to the undercurrents, turned his attention back to Seungcheol with a smirk.

"So, Seungcheol, how long have you two lovebirds been together? Or is this just another fling?" Jisoo's question carried a hint of mockery.

Seungcheol's grip tightened on Y/N's hand, a hint of discomfort flickering across his face. Y/N, however, surprised both Seungcheol and Jisoo by retorting with a calm yet assertive tone, "Oh, we're still in the honeymoon phase, you know. Seungcheol's such a romantic!” 

Jisoo's smirk faltered, replaced by a flash of uncertainty at Y/N's assertive response. While Seungcheol noticed how practical she was with her answers. As Seungcheol's dad called for dinner, Jisoo took the opportunity to leave, disappearing into the house without a backward glance. His departure seemed to ease the tension that had loomed around them.

With Jisoo out of earshot, Y/N leaned closer to Seungcheol, her voice low as she mockingly imitated Jisoo's haughty tone, adding a touch of humor to the situation. "Seungcheol, darling, I believe my greatness is far too dazzling for mere mortals to comprehend," she joked, her imitation surprisingly accurate.

Seungcheol chuckled softly at Y/N's impression, finding her ability to lighten the mood in the midst of tension both unexpected and refreshing. "You caught onto that pretty fast, huh? Not a fan of Jisoo, I take it?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "He's like a walking checklist of things I can't stand. But hey, we're putting on a show, right? I can play nice for your family."

Seungcheol, grateful for Y/N's resilience and ability to handle the situation with humor, offered a sincere apology. "I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this. I didn't expect it to be so... intense."

Y/N waved off his apology, a reassuring smile on her face. "No worries. I can handle a bit of drama. Let's just get through this dinner, and then we can figure out how to survive the rest of the weekend."

He chuckled again, appreciating Y/N's ability to navigate the complexities of his family dynamics. As they headed inside for dinner, the shared laughter between them became a beacon of comfort amidst the orchestrated performance they were embroiled in.

Seated at the dinner table, Seungcheol exhibited a courteous demeanor, serving Y/N and delicately placing the napkin on her lap. It was a gesture that reflected not just an act for the charade but an ingrained courtesy that came from being well-raised.

Y/N appreciated the gesture, noticing the genuine manners that Seungcheol effortlessly displayed. To her, it wasn't an act of pretending to be a good boyfriend; it was simply a reflection of his upbringing and character.

However, the atmosphere shifted as Jisoo took center stage, eagerly boasting about his company's achievements. He regaled the table with tales of success, his voice brimming with self-importance. Seungcheol's parents appeared captivated, hanging onto every word as if mesmerized by their nephew's accomplishments. As Jisoo's monologue continued, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect. While she maintained a polite demeanor, the stark contrast between Jisoo's self-centered dialogue and Seungcheol's modesty became more apparent.

Seungcheol, noticing the discomfort, shot Y/N a sympathetic glance, silently acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation. The facade they maintained was starting to crack, revealing the genuine individuals they were beneath the surface.

Seungcheol's dad, intrigued by the prospect of learning more about how Seungcheol and Y/N met, directed his attention towards her with a warm smile.

"So, Y/N, how did you and Seungcheol cross paths? I'm curious to hear the story," he inquired, a genuine interest in his eyes.

Y/N met Seungcheol's gaze, a subtle nod encouraging her to share their fabricated narrative. With a composed smile, she began to weave the tale.

"Well, Mr. Choi," she started, "I was working on a particularly challenging project for my technology class. Knowing that Seungcheol is widely recognized as one of the brightest minds in his class, I decided to seek his expertise."

Seungcheol's dad nodded appreciatively, his eyes reflecting approval. "Ah, seeking out the best in the field. Smart move."

Y/N continued, her expression earnest, "I reached out to Seungcheol, and he graciously agreed to help me. I was impressed by his intelligence and dedication to his studies."

Seungcheol's parents exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by this newfound revelation about their son's academic prowess. The charade wove its way into the fabric of their family dynamic, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.

As dinner conversation continued, Jisoo, seemingly on a quest for attention, diverted the topic to his own life. With an air of self-importance, he proudly announced, "My wife, spends her time making our daughter Instagram famous. She's a digital influencer, you know."

Seated next to Jisoo, his wife appeared absorbed in the task of filling their daughter's mouth with food, seemingly disinterested in the conversation.

As the dinner conversation meandered, Jisoo once again sought attention, showcasing his wife, a woman who fit the stereotype of a socialite, indulgently feeding their daughter. Sat beside her, Jisoo proudly mentioned his wife's profession as a digital influencer, a statement delivered with a touch of self-importance.

"And what about your girl? What does she do?" Jisoo directed the question at Seungcheol, his tone tinged with a hint of curiosity and a smidgen of superiority.

Seungcheol, maintaining the charade, responded calmly, "She's an athlete, a swimmer." Jisoo's eyes widened in genuine surprise at the revelation. He recalled hearing about a swimming competition held months ago at the university, where Seungcheol's "girl" had emerged victorious.

"You're into sports?" Jisoo's tone held a subtle incredulity, his surprise evident.

Seungcheol nodded proudly, "Yes, she's quite accomplished. She even won the university's swimming competition and participated in international contests."

Meanwhile, Jisoo's wife interjected, dismissing the idea of sports due to the impact on her appearance. "Oh, I don't like sports. They ruin my nails and all."

Y/N, maintaining her composure but unwilling to let the comment pass, retorted calmly, "Well, being active and healthy is really beneficial. Nails can grow back, but a healthy lifestyle has far-reaching benefits."

Seungcheol, silently impressed by Y/N's poise and her willingness to stand her ground, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her resilience.

As Seungcheol's mom asked Jisoo and Y/N to help bring dessert to the table, Y/N willingly offered her assistance. They found themselves in the kitchen together, navigating the preparations side by side. However, in the midst of their task, Jisoo seized the opportunity to corner Y/N with an uncomfortable question.

"You and Seungcheol don't seem all that close. Did the honeymoon phase wear off already? Bad sign?" Jisoo asked, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Unbeknownst to Jisoo, Seungcheol had overheard the conversation. Seungcheol entered the kitchen, casually holding Y/N's waist and grabbing a couple of spoons, playing it cool as if he hadn't heard a word.

Y/N, glancing at Seungcheol with a sly smile, decided to play along. She placed a kiss on Seungcheol's lips, a gesture that surprised Jisoo.

"Well, actually, things are running really well. We just have our own way of being close," Y/N replied, her tone confident, while Seungcheol maintained the act, appearing nonchalant.

Seungcheol's presence seemed to catch Jisoo off guard, and he awkwardly shifted the conversation. "Oh, uh, good to hear. I just thought—"

Seungcheol, still holding Y/N close, interrupted with a grin, "We're just not as showy as some people, I guess."

Jisoo, realizing the conversation had taken an unexpected turn, nodded with a forced smile, and they continued their dessert preparations. 

Seungcheol left the kitchen with his heart pounding in his chest, the unexpected kiss lingering on his lips. As he settled back at the table with Y/N, the air around them seemed charged with a newfound energy. His mind raced with curiosity about what questions or comments might follow.

Seungcheol and Y/N found a moment to talk privately, exchanging glances and shared smiles amidst the family conversations. However, their private bubble was burst when Seungcheol's mom decided to casually drop a bombshell into the conversation.

"You know," she began with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "I happened to see you two in the kitchen earlier. A little kiss, was it?" she said, leaving Seungcheol red-faced like a tomato. Clearly enjoying the flustered reaction she had induced in her son. "You're too beautiful, Y/N. I don't blame Seungcheol for not being able to resist your charms."

Seungcheol, now a deeper shade of red, attempted to diffuse the situation with an awkward laugh. "Mom, please..."

As the teasing banter continued, Y/N responded to Seungcheol's mom with a warm smile. "Mrs. Choi, your son is truly a beautiful man. I often found myself a bit breathless when I saw him in the university hallways."

Seungcheol, caught off guard by Y/N's compliment, felt his face grow warmer. He couldn't help but hold his palms to his face, as if attempting to shield himself from the embarrassment that threatened to consume him.

His mom, still in playful spirits, chuckled. "Well, it's no surprise. He has always been quite the handsome young man. I'm glad you appreciate his charm, dear."

As the conversation continued, Seungcheol couldn't shake the question lingering in his mind. Was Y/N merely playing along with the charade, or was there a genuine undercurrent to her words? Her smile and tone suggested a level of sincerity that left Seungcheol wondering about the authenticity of their connection.

Seungcheol suggested going to his room to get some rest, and Y/N agreed, feeling the fatigue from the day's events and the road trip. They entered his room, and Seungcheol closed the door behind them, creating a moment of privacy.

Seungcheol, leaning against the door, looked at Y/N with a thoughtful expression. The weight of the charade and the events of the family dinner lingered in the air. Breaking the silence, he posed an intense question, "What was that about at the dinner table? The kiss, the compliments... What's really going on here?"

Y/N, meeting Seungcheol's gaze, responded with a mix of sincerity and caution. "Seungcheol, we need to act well to pull this off convincingly. The compliments, the moments we share, they need to feel genuine. Right?” 

As the morning sun painted the beach in warm hues, Y/N felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. The sound of waves and the sensation of warm sand beneath her feet created a perfect backdrop for a day with Seungcheol's family.

Observing Seungcheol playing with Jisoo's daughter, Y/N couldn't help but admire his strength and the tender way he interacted with the little girl. However, a concern surfaced in her mind – Seungcheol hadn't applied sunscreen.

"Seungcheol," she called out, scolding him playfully, "come here! You'll burn in this sun without sunscreen."

Seungcheol, momentarily distracted by the waves, jogged over to Y/N. She took the opportunity to apply sunscreen on his skin. As she rubbed it onto his broad shoulders and admired the softness of his skin, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. Lost in the moment, Seungcheol stood like a child being cared for. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she spread sunscreen on his face. 

Seungcheol and Y/N, engaged in the playful challenge of building a sandcastle, found themselves in a race to fetch water from the sea. Seungcheol, ever the competitor, declared, "I'm stepping on the water first!"

Y/N, not one to back down, retorted, "You won't dare." With buckets in hand, they both sprinted towards the sea, the excitement of the challenge propelling them forward.

As they reached the water's edge, a larger wave surged, catching them off guard and sweeping them off their feet. The water receded, leaving Seungcheol holding Y/N, their bodies sprawled on the wet sand. Intense glares exchanged, a playful rivalry intensified in the aftermath of the unexpected wave.

"I arrived first," Seungcheol declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/N, her competitive spirit undeterred, argued, "No, you didn't! I got here first!"

Seungcheol, teasingly retorting, insisted, "You're just saying that because you ran fast."

She laughed, "It's not fair!"

Seungcheol, seizing the moment, interrupted her protest with a sudden kiss. As he got up from the sand, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, as she sat on his lap. His teeth bitting the soft lips from hers. 

"Fair enough now?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

Y/N, momentarily flustered by the unexpected kiss, couldn't help but chuckle. "Well played, Seungcheol."

The day at the beach continued with laughter and joy as they built the sandcastle. The little girl reveled in the attention of both Seungcheol and Y/N, enjoying every moment of splashing water and building sand structures.

As the sun began its descent, signaling the end of their beach day, the group headed home. Not yet tired from the day's activities, they decided to spend some time at the pool.

Y/N, with her background in swimming, took it upon herself to teach the little girl how to swim. Seungcheol, always admiring the scene, watched with a warm smile as the two splashed around, creating memories that would last a lifetime. Meanwhile, he joined his dad and cousin in preparing a barbecue, the scent of grilled food filling the air.

The poolside moments were filled with laughter, Seungcheol couldn't help but appreciate the genuine connection that seemed to be forming between Y/N and the little girl, a connection that went beyond the charade they were enacting.

The evening unfolded in a relaxed atmosphere, Seungcheol, taking a break from the grill, approached the pool where Y/N and the little girl were still playing. In his hands, he held two perfectly cooked pieces of steak, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey, you two," he called, "time for a little snack." With a grin, he offered the bite-sized steak to each of them, placing the savory morsels into their mouths. Laughter ensued as they savored the delicious flavors.

Seungcheol then returned to the grill, leaving Y/N and the little girl to enjoy the pool. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the backyard.

Jisoo's wife called the little girl to take a bath, signaling the end of their poolside activities. As the backyard emptied, only Y/N remained, relaxing in the pool. Seungcheol, seizing the opportunity, managed to sit on the edge of the pool, the cool water lapping at his feet.

Seungcheol couldn't help but admire Y/N's figure as she swam gracefully through the pool. Her awareness of his gaze prompted her to swim over, and she surfaced near him, her arms draped over the pool's edge as she looked at him.

He met her gaze, the intensity between them palpable, but before any words could be exchanged, Y/N, with a mischievous smile, grabbed his legs and playfully pulled him into the pool. Seungcheol's protests of "no, no, no" were drowned out by the sound of his body splashing into the water.

Y/N grinned at him, satisfied with her little act of mischief, as Seungcheol surfaced, pushing his wet hair from his face. The water droplets glistened on his skin as he swam back to the edge, his arm muscles flexing with each stroke.

Y/N, feeling playful, hugged Seungcheol from behind, teasingly preventing him from leaving the pool. Seungcheol turned around, facing her with a smile.

"I'm not much of a swimmer like you," Seungcheol admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N, still holding onto him, reassured him, "Don't worry, you won't drown with me here."

Seungcheol, feigning concern, quipped, "But if I do drown, you'll have to perform mouth-to-mouth on me."

Y/N burst into laughter, appreciating his sense of humor. "Oh, absolutely. I'm practically a certified lifeguard," she replied, the playful banter adding to the lighthearted atmosphere.

Seungcheol, feigning a dramatic sigh, submerged himself in the water, creating a ripple of playful splashes. 

As Y/N dived into the water, the playful atmosphere took a sudden shift. Under the surface, Seungcheol met her eyes, and in that watery world, they shared a kiss. He held her arms, the sensation of their lips meeting under the water creating a moment of intimacy.

Breaking the surface, they both took a deep breath before locking lips again. Y/N, wrapping her legs around Seungcheol's waist, pulled herself closer. Their bodies pressed together, the embrace intensified. Seungcheol's tongue caressed hers, their passion growing with each passing second.

With a subtle movement, Seungcheol guided Y/N to the side of the pool, her back against the wall. As he pressed against her with his strong body, a soft moan escaped her lips. 

Seungcheol's kisses trailed down Y/N's neck, evoking a shiver that traveled through her body. In response, she ran her nails gently along his back, eliciting a low groan from him. His hands, firmly gripping her hips, pulled her closer, the heat between them intensifying.

As Seungcheol's desire became more evident, Y/N, feeling a certain bulge inside of his shorts, “Cheolie…” called his name slyly, a playful and teasing tone in her voice. As Seungcheol's hands explored Y/N's body, the sounds of the water mingled with their shared movements. Despite the coolness of the pool, the intensity of their connection generated a heat that enveloped them, making the water around them seem almost irrelevant. 

Y/N's eyes, not fully opened, widened as she sensed a figure approaching. Reacting quickly, she pushed herself away from Seungcheol, the realization dawning on her that they were not alone. Jisoo had entered the room, witnessing the unexpected scene. Seungcheol looked at her with concern, sensing the abrupt change in the atmosphere.

In a moment of embarrassment, Y/N instinctively hid behind Seungcheol's back, seeking refuge in the shield of his presence. Seungcheol, ever reassuring, gently caressed her hand, a silent gesture to ease her discomfort.

Jisoo, in a casual manner, announced that the family was heading to a restaurant and invited them to join. Y/N, still behind Seungcheol, hesitated, her mind racing.

Seungcheol, assessing the situation, spoke up, "We won't have time to get ready for that. We'll stay and I'll cook something for us."

Jisoo, understanding the situation, agreed and left the yard, leaving Seungcheol and Y/N alone once again. The air between them, though slightly disrupted by the interruption, held a sense of intimacy that lingered from their poolside encounter. 

Seungcheol, grabbing a towel, left the pool and approached Y/N to dry her off. Together, they headed inside the house, making their way to the kitchen. From the window, Y/N watched as the family got inside the car, preparing to leave for the restaurant.

Seungcheol, seizing the moment, came up from behind her, their bodies pressed together. The wet material of his shorts clung to her, and she gasped, mentioning that the family hadn't left yet. Seungcheol responded with a soft "Mhmm," kissing her neck as he gently bent her over the kitchen marble. In a bold move, he moved aside her bikini, fingers starting to get wet from her arousal.

When his digits starts to rub her clit, Y/N couldn't help but cry out Seungcheol's name. Her voice carried a mix of desire and pleasure, and in response, Seungcheol pressed the bulge on her ass, intensifying the sensations that surged through their bodies. 

As they both stood by the window, attentively watching the family's car pull away, Seungcheol took advantage of the moment. With a daring move, he slid a finger, eliciting a relieved moan from Y/N. The tension that had built up during the family's presence now found its release in the private confines of the kitchen.

With the family finally gone, Seungcheol and Y/N found themselves in a space free from prying eyes, allowing them to explore the depths of their connection without restraint.

"They're gone. Come here” Seungcheol, sensing the privacy that the departure of the family afforded them, took Y/N into his embrace. He seated her on the countertop, and with a tender touch, he began to undo the ties on the sides of her bikini. Seungcheol moved to remove the bottom part from the bikini, moving way the top from her tits.

Looking at her, his mouth sucks her nipple, fingers starting to work inside of her “Oh god” she moaned, head falling back as her thighs started to tremble. “Cheolie, feels so good!” 

“I haven't even started yet babe…” He coos “Your pussy fells so good, clenching around my fingers, can’t wait to burry my cock inside of you.” He laughs when he feels her cunt clench with his dirty talking. 

Stopping everything, his fingers dug into her thighs, holding her legs open, dragging his tongue over her clit. Moans getting louder, as he sucked her clit between his lips. Legs squeezed around his head, and her hips bucking into his mouth.  

The kitchen countertop, an unexpected stage for their newfound intimacy, became a tether for Seungcheol and Y/N. In the privacy of the secluded kitchen, Seungcheol worked with a heightened sense of urgency, each movement reflecting a shared desire that went beyond the initial charade of the weekend. Y/N's moans echoed through the house, blending with the intimate sounds of their connection.

Y/N, whispered breathlessly, "I'm getting closer, Cheolie." She held onto Seungcheol's soft hair with her fingers.

He moans feeling that her pussy was already dripping on his chin, making his heart to beat faster. In Seungcheol's mind, it felt like another competition, a different kind of contest that fueled the hunger in his eyes. As he worked to bring Y/N to climax, his gaze remained intense and focused. The shared pleasure became a battleground where every move, every touch, was a strategic maneuver aimed at winning the unspoken competition between them. The intimate encounter reached its peak as Y/N lay spread on the kitchen counter, screams of pleasure escaping her lips while she cum. The walls of the kitchen held the echoes of their shared moans, creating a symphony of passion that filled the secluded space.

In the aftermath of their intense connection, Seungcheol and Y/N found themselves in a moment of quiet, the kitchen countertop now bearing witness to the depths of their shared desires. Seungcheol, still in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, managed to pull off the strings that held his shorts on his body. The remaining clothes cascaded to the floor, leaving him exposed in the intimacy of the kitchen. 

His erection stands proud, waiting for the warm hug from her wet cunt. He gently pulled Y/N to the edge of the countertop, his heavy cock laying on her belly. “I’m going to fill you up.” He whispers in her ear, slowly pushing his thick cock inside of her, getting him gasping, since his big dick us squeezed by her slippery walls. 

Holding his body close, she lets out a long whine, stumbling her elbow In the midst of the intimate aftermath, a sudden interruption startled Y/N. As she moved, her elbow accidentally hit a spoon holder, causing the utensils to clatter loudly into the sink. The unexpected noise echoed through the quiet kitchen, disrupting the moment.

“S-sorr-y! Ngh” Y/N, in an attempt to apologize, managed to murmur. However, her eyes rolled back into her skull, overwhelmed by the fast pace of Seungcheol hips, making his thick tip, knock her g’spot. 

“Shh… That’s okay sweetheart, I got you, It’s okay.” His head already spinning. 

Nothing was more beautiful than her face contorted in pleasure, and the the ways it was consuming her. He was nearing his own release too, but was determined on making her cum. 

“You’re fucking me so good Seungcheol” Overwhelmed by the sensations building up within her, Y/N managed to express herself amidst the aftermath. "I could do this every day," she admitted, the intensity of the release approaching once again.

“Yeah?” Seungcheol looked into her eyes and replied, "If you want it, I'll give it to you every day, any moment." His words carried a promise, a commitment to the connection they had forged.

Like a switch, the waves of pleasure, courses through her like a sudden surge. She looks at Seungcheol’s face, not loosing the pleasure expression on his face, then throwing her head back, one elbow placed firmly on the marble, exposing her body. Drops of water, remnants from the pool, glistened on her skin. The subtle light in the room, though weak, was enough to reveal the beautiful contours of her trembling body. Her reaction caused Seungcheol to growl, speeding his hips.

He pulled right out to the tip before slamming all the way back in, making a silent moan to leave from her opened mouth, while her pussy gushed around him. 

The subdued lighting in the room allowed Y/N to see the details of the intimate scene that unfolded. Seungcheol's thick arms held her hips in place, and his defined torso moved with each rhythm of pleasure. His abdomen knotted with the sensations coursing through him, visible evidence of their shared desires.

Seungcheol's lips were red and swollen, a testament to the intensity of their connection. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and veins appeared on his strong arms and lower abdomen, showcasing the physical exertion of the passionate encounter.

“I want you to fucking cum inside of me! Are you listening to me?!” Y/N, through gritted teeth, ordered Seungcheol to release.

Seungcheol, understanding her plea, nodded aggressively, his consent evident in the fervor of his response. Opening his mouth, Seungcheol let out a loud and unrestrained moan as he surrendered to the culmination of his desire. Long spurts of cum filling her up. He closed his eyes as he thrusts already weak. As he gradually stilled, he sought solace on Y/N's shoulder, his body softening in the embrace.

As Seungcheol and Y/N gazed at the mess of their passionate encounter, with the remnants of their shared orgasms dripping from the countertop to the floor, Y/N confessed, "I might have liked this a bit too much." 

Seungcheol, catching his breath, responded to Y/N's admission with a soft smile. "Maybe I did too," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of playful realization amidst the heavy breathing.

After the shower, Seungcheol took charge of making dinner for them. They settled down in front of the TV, enjoying their meal together. As they ate, Seungcheol noticed Y/N's knees trembling. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely curious about the cause of her trembling.

In response, Y/N shot him a serious glare and playfully threw a pillow at him. "It's your fault," she accused, making him raise an eyebrow in playful innocence. 

Seungcheol couldn't resist teasing her, "My fault? I thought I was just following orders." They both shared a laugh, the comfortable atmosphere a stark contrast to the earlier intensity in the kitchen.

Despite the events of the day – the beach trip, swimming in the pool, and their intimate encounter in the kitchen – Seungcheol and Y/N managed to find respite in sleep before the family's arrival. The exhaustion from the various activities and the intensity of their shared moments contributed to a restful night.

The next day, the family eagerly headed to the amusement park, embracing the childlike joy that such places can inspire, regardless of age. Seungcheol, Y/N, and the others ran from one ride to another, laughing and creating memories together.

Amidst the excitement, as they waited for Jisoo's daughter to finish enjoying a particular attraction, Seungcheol turned to Y/N, he, looking around to ensure their privacy, spoke softly, "You know, I didn't want this to be just an accord anymore. It feels too real now."

Y/N met his gaze, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Maybe it's time to break this accord, Seungcheol. Let's get to know each other beyond the confines of the family charade."

He nodded, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, you're right. It's time." Seungcheol, feeling the genuine connection that had blossomed between them, couldn't resist injecting a bit of playfulness into the moment. He looked at Y/N with a teasing glint in his eye and asked, "So, do you think we can handle the reality outside of our little accord?"

Y/N, catching on to his playful tone, chuckled. "Only one way to find out," she replied.

Seungcheol, not one to shy away from taking a leap, closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss, filled with a blend of playfulness and a burgeoning sense of something more, marked the beginning of a journey beyond the confines of the family charade. As their lips lingered together, the promise of a genuine connection unfolded, transcending the boundaries of the carefully constructed story they had started with.

[statementlou]

We've all seen the discourse lately about Louis' presentation- people are saying that he's choosing or being forced to conform to an overly straight image, like for example saying he doesn't like wine or does like football, and god knows I've already ranted about it plenty- but I realized that we'd mostly been so sidetracked by the homophobic ignorance of people insisting that certain lifestyle or dietary or hobby preferences are "straight" or "masculine" that I, at least, have let the even more fucked up underlying concept go unchallenged. So briefly setting aside how unbelievably stupid it is to say that gay people aren't watching the world cup or don't eat mcdonalds or don't associate themselves with clubbing (LMAOOOO), I wanna talk about the underlying argument. People are saying (wrongly imo but…) that Louis is associating himself solely with things that the mainstream doesn't see as queer coded- and that there is something wrong with that. They're saying that we know he has more depth than that, and that he should be showing other aspects of himself as well. Usually the argument is that people respond well to those aspects so he's doing a disservice to his marketing by not milking it for all its worth, or that he's marketing to the 'wrong' people (indie rock boys club for example) by not doing that. Leaving aside that maybe that's who he WANTS to market to (source: he's fucking told us so like 300 million times) rather than teen queers on tiktok, AND the fact that in fact he's doing NUMBERS in all the markets you say he's neglecting without changing a damn thing so uh maybe advice isn't needed- he actually is actively marketing himself to teen queers on tiktok and it's working GREAT- but okay, let's talk about what being asked for. The ask is that he present himself as less straight. That he publicly embrace a more femininized and queer coded image.

HE IS CLOSETED. THAT IS A FUCKED UP ASK.

This fandom's default of centering Harry and what he does as the benchmark for everyone else is absurd. While Harry's way of navigating his closet- very flamboyantly- certainly has a long and proud tradition in the entertainment industry, focusing on that as the norm obscures that fact that most often and at its most basic, being closeted simply means publicly presenting yourself as a straight person. That's it. I can assure you that there are SO MANY public figures who you have never second guessed twice because they're actually closeted and therefore you think they are straight, because no, queerness is not always visible or obvious or something you can assume because someone has a great skincare routine. Again, I don't actually think he IS, but if Louis wanted to present a straight image THAT IS HIS RIGHT. Your desire for him to come out is not his problem! I strongly disagree with the idea that anyone owes anyone details of their sexuality, and I very much believe that people desperately need to learn to separate "I WANT" from "I AM ENTITLED TO AND OTHER PEOPLE NEED TO DO."

[rabbitcruiser]

California was admitted as the thirty-first U.S. state on September 9, 1850.  

California Admission Day

California Admission Day is observed on September 9 each year. It commemorates the day California was admitted into the Union as the 31st state in 1850 after it was ceded to the United States by Mexico in 1848. California became one of the few states to become a state without first being an organized territory. California Admission Day is not a federal holiday. Rather, it’s a local observance in the state, which implies that businesses, schools, and government offices remain open. In times gone by it was celebrated with great pomp and ceremony with parades and pageantry. Though low-key now, the day still marks an important part of Californian history.

History of California Admission Day

The Mexican-American War began in May 1846 when the U.S. declared war on Mexico. American settlers who lived in the territory of California in Mexico revolted against the Mexican government in what is known as the Bear Flag Revolt. The Americans captured Sonoma, hoisted a Bear Flag in the area, and declared it the California Republic. On July 9, 1846, Navy Lieutenant Joseph Warren Revere arrived in Sonoma and replaced the Bear Flag in the territory with a United States flag. Lieutenant Revere officially declared California a possession of the United States. In February 1848, Mexico and the U.S. signed the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo to end the war. This treaty meant that Mexico had to yield a large portion of its Southwest territory — including present-day California — to the U.S.

As of the signing of the treaty, California had a meager population that was not up to the 60,000-inhabitant benchmark a territory needed to achieve statehood. Earlier in January 1848, gold was discovered on the American River near Sacramento, and the territory witnessed a massive influx of immigrants looking for work and good fortune. Thanks to the Gold Rush, a huge increase in population and wealth followed, thus necessitating the need for civil government and local policies.

In 1849, Californians demanded statehood, and California became the 31st state on September 9, 1850. California joined the Union as a free, non-slavery state by the Compromise of 1850 in just about two years of the territory’s incorporation. Its first capital was in San Jose before it was moved to the city of Vallejo for lack of necessary facilities. The capital was later moved to Benicia, a small town, and subsequently to the riverside port of Sacramento in 1854.

California Admission Day timeline

1846

The Bear Flag Revolt

American settlers in California stage a revolt against Mexican authorities.

1848

A Treaty for Peace

The United States and Mexico sign the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo to end the war between the countries.

1850

The Compromise of 1850

The Compromise of 1850 is signed and California is admitted as the 31st state to the Union.

1911

Adoption of the California State Flag

The California State Flag, based on the original Bear Flag, is adopted by the state legislature.

California Admission Day FAQs

Is California Admission Day a federal holiday?

California Admission Day is not a federal holiday. It’s a local observance in the state of California. Schools, businesses, and government offices remain open.

What are other names for California?

California is also known as ‘The Golden State, ‘The Land of Milk and Honey,’ ‘The El Dorado State,’ and ‘The Grape State.’

What is California famous for?

California remains one of the most popular destinations throughout North America. The state is especially famous for Hollywood, Disneyland, and the Golden Gate Bridge. Other unique landmarks in California include Coachella, Silicon Valley, the Wine Country, and Surf Culture.

California Admission Day Activities

Visit the Golden StateIf you’re a history buff, today’s the perfect day to visit California. Museums around California offer various resources and artifacts to help you learn more about the state’s rich history. Take a day trip or make a holiday of it and travel to more than one.

Enjoy the special eventsCalifornia Admission Day is observed with special events at schools, museums, and organizations throughout the state. Public officials often grant special addresses about its history and significance.

Take a trip to SonomaCalifornia Admission Day has been observed particularly in the Sonoma area since 1850. It would be nice to visit the area where it all began. Don’t forget to enjoy the state’s beautiful beaches, valleys, and mountains as you celebrate with them!

5 Fun Facts About California

Originally named “the Grizzly Bear State": California has renamed the Golden State from its initial name “the Grizzly Bear State” as the bears went extinct.

The state motto is ‘Eureka!’: The Greek word means “I have found it!” and alludes to the discovery of gold in the Sierra Nevada.

Redwood is the official state tree: California’s official state tree is the redwood, as designated in 1937.

It’s called ‘The Grape State’, too: Over 300,000 tons of grapes are grown in California annually, and the state produces more than 17 million gallons of wine each year!

Blue jeans: In 1873 blue jeans were imported for miners from Europe, making San Francisco the first place in the U.S. where jeans were worn.

Why We Love California Admission Day

Becoming a recognized state in the U.S.This event celebrates the day California officially became a state in the U.S. It was a protracted struggle but thanks to the peace treaty that ended the Mexican-American War of 1848, it was a done deal.

A tribute to the war heroesThe struggle to acquire California as a possession of the U.S. was not an easy one. It took a war, diplomacy, protests, and legislation to make it possible. This day celebrates the memories of everyone who fought to make it possible.

The population boost that came with the Gold RushCalifornia’s low population would have hindered its prospects to become a state and admittance to the Union. Thanks to the Gold Rush, the territory was able to have the 60,000 inhabitants it needed to achieve statehood.

[leqclerc]

Carlos fans saying we are worried about the car because it could be Carlos opportunity to become n1 with

I mean … if he beats Charles fair and square then go on make him number one and let him win. I would be sad for Charles but yes do it. If he had been in Charles position last year I would totally sacrifice Charles for him. Oh wait they did several times 🤡 they used Charles to cover RB strategies even when there was no threats. So maybe Charles n2 is not a bad idea after all.

The real thing here is that we know the car Carlos likes is not a winning car. It’s a car that understeers and when he had to fight Max he could not do anything. That kind of car could maybe do something against the W13 or W14, but the benchmark is RB19. So what I’m scared about is being content fighting for p3 to p4 when I want them to think about wining. We ´ve suffered from 19 to 21 with a mid car, I get it Carlos fans are happy because even when mid Ferrari is better than his previous teams (2020 aside) but guys… it’s supposed to be a top team now.

And also I enjoy great racing. I want to see beautiful quali laps, I want great fights on track. I’m sorry but Charles provides that even when he struggles with the car … Silverstone on hold hards 🤩 at least we have that from that shitty race. Carlos does not have those highs yet. Maybe he can, and I hope so this year.

You gagged him a bit I fear 😭😭😭😤😤😤

No but that's so true. You can be a decent midfield driver, but that doesn't necessarily translate to a performance at the front of the pack. I get that for him and his fans it must be exciting to even just have the opportunity to be regularly in contention for podiums and such, but you need someone with a bit more oomph to take on Max in a Newey rocketship and I don't think he's that guy 😭😭

Then again even if you compare their performance in the midfield things still don't look too great for Carlos. His best result in 2020 was a P2 in Monza after he failed to catch and pass Pierre (McLaren finished 3rd in the standings that year while Alpha Tauri were seventh). That was coincidentally his only podium in 2020 while Charles took two (and very nearly made it three in Turkey) in the SF1000. Literal nightmare fuel of a car.

Carlos actually beat his teammate Lando in 2020, and he finished 6th in the standings with 105 points. Charles had 98 points and one more DNF to his name (4 to Carlos's 3.) Lando had 97 points with 1 DNF.

Also like shoutout to one of the funniest moments in 2022 when they had Sainz Sr give out the pole trophy in Spain and it was very obviously set up as this "omg father hands son trophy for maiden pole!!!!!!" moment and then Charles rocks up after securing pole like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Basically to fight for the championship you need a bit more than three poles (two of which lasted roughly 100 metres) and one win in a race that's basically memorable for everything but the win 😭😭😭😭 It's funny because sometimes it seemed like he was taking part in a different championship than everyone else? 🤔 Omg loved the fight between Ferrari and Scuderia Sainz 😍😍😍 The way he was fighting Charles 10x harder than his actual competitors from rival teams. Bruh 🥴 Like I know everyone wants to beat their teammate and all that but Charles seems to actually focus on the bigger picture (championship) while Carlos doesn't seem all that bothered if they're finishing like 5th or 3rd or whatever as long as he's ahead of Charles. That's just not the kind of mentality you need to be bringing to a WDC/WCC fight I'm afraid.

And yes 👏 Charles's final laps in Silverstone were so goated...... not to mention it allowed Carlos to create a nice gap for himself when Charles was out there fighting for his life against 3 or 4 cars on fresh tyres.

[linasofia]

Business & Pleasure

Part 5

Summary: Thorin invites you to his home and during the visit, you discover yet another unexpected side of your usually brooding boss.

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Words: 5K

Warnings: 18+

A/N: This is part 5 of this fic. You can read the previous parts here.

Special thanks to @legolasbadass & @lathalea for once again giving me feedback. 🙏💙

I still taste you on my lips. I want more. Are you free tonight?

Throughout the afternoon, Thorin’s text appears in my thoughts during the most inappropriate moments possible: while discussing yet another benchmark with Fili, during coffee break in the lounge area and the worst; in the middle of a private call with my mother. Every single time, I need to brace myself and carry on with the conversation I’m currently having, while all I really want to do is daydream of this morning’s event, taking place behind Thorin’s locked door. It takes no small amount of concentration to force the thoughts to the back of my consciousness and proceed like nothing in the world has changed.

The hours seem endless and it’s only thanks to my meticulously booked afternoon schedule that I see the end of the day with most of my mental health still intact. As I disconnect my laptop from its dock, I let my mind drift off, without shame, to Thorin and his strong arms, warm embrace, rock-hard chest and sensual lips. Soon. I have his address noted in my phone since he insisted on us going to his place. If I’m honest with myself, I was relieved when he texted me; my own apartment still bears all the signs of my weekend on the couch. Thai takeout leftovers on the counter that I forgot to put in the bin, the empty wine glass in the sink and my bag, opened but left on the floor in my bedroom, like a monument to the things that were. I need to make a sweep before I can let Thorin into my home.

I tuck my laptop down in my bag and collect my things. Then I head for the elevator and pray that the office is not too crowded. My stomach is so filled with butterflies I’m afraid one of them might escape if I have to talk to someone. Luckily the floor appears almost empty and the few ones still here seem absorbed by their own work. I smile as I push the button and the elevator gives a mechanic noise before it starts its climb from the entrance. After a short search in my handbag, I find my phone and, filled with anticipation, I check it again. Nothing. A small disappointed sigh leaves my mouth. I resist texting him, I know he said we should meet at his place and not leave together.

Suddenly, a tall shadow glides up beside me and I don’t even have to turn my head to confirm it, I instinctively know it’s him. All my senses are tuned in on this man, and I can feel his presence in my core, in the shiver of excitement traveling down my spine and into my heart.

”Busy day?” He sounds so much in control of his voice, I almost wonder if I’m the only one affected by this unexpected encounter, but when he meets my gaze, I can see the longing in his eyes.

”Yes, it was.” I try to respond in what I hope is a casual tone.

The elevator announces its arrival with a sober melody, far from public elevators high pitch pling and as the doors slide open, I take a deep breath to steady my racing heart. When the doors close, Thorin exhales deeply. ”I thought this day would never end. Balin almost drove me crazy with his extremely detailed report. Mahal, sometimes I think he does it just to annoy me.” The elevator starts its fast travel down to the lobby and before I can react, Thorin grabs my arms and pulls me close. ”I’ve been waiting far too long to do this,” he murmurs as he cups my face and presses his lips against mine. He kisses me eagerly but when I try to remind him that this location is far from safe, he takes advantage and slips his tongue between my lips and deepens our kiss. The sensation of his tongue against mine silence my objection and I melt in his embrace as he folds his arms around me. He truly is a wonderful kisser and it’s only because I know I don’t want people to know about us that I manage to break the kiss before the doors open again. Thorin’s voice is husky when he takes a step back to create a more professional distance between our bodies, and I love how his words disturb the rhythm of my pulse. ”I don’t think you understand how much I need you right now.”

The sound of steps echoes in the lobby and I see Dori lift his head to greet us as we approach the exit. So far he has not once missed being at his post when I arrive in the morning or leave for the evening, and just as many times before I wonder what amount of hours that man puts in every day.

”Thorin!” A voice suddenly booms through the lobby and I instantly recognize the characteristic resounding voice of our head of security. Thorin and I turn to look at the tall man with shaved head, dressed in a black suit, black shirt and the only thing that distinguishes him from the regular office workers, his heavy boots. He towers on the doorstep to his office, and with a not so discreet nod, he lets Thorin know that he needs to speak to him.

”Can this not wait until tomorrow, Dwalin?”

Dwalin gives him a look that really says it all and Thorin sighs. He doesn’t look at me when he walks over to the office next to the reception desk. Behind Dwalin’s office is the room that hides all surveillance technology, from where Dwalin and his colleague can monitor certain areas such as all exits as well as the large parking garage that is connected to the office building. Thorin closes the door behind him with a loud, and what I can only interpret as an irritated bang.

Dori shakes his head as my gaze meets his. ”Thorin and his temper. This morning he looked like he wanted to break something as he walked in, when he went out for lunch with Balin he was his usual self and now… moody it seems.” Then Dori smiles at me. ”I’ve told him a million times it’s not good for him, but he never listens, he never has actually.” Like he just caught himself saying too much, Dori quickly adds: ”I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, talking about Thorin like that.”

The desk phone suddenly gives a discrete vibration and Dori immediately excuses himself and picks it up. He’s always impeccably polite, and I can easily understand why he has held his position for all those years. I glance over to Dwalin’s door and since it remains closed, I realize I no longer have an excuse to stay in the lobby. I lift my hand and gesture a goodbye to Dori, who gives me a nod and smiles, without for a second losing focus on his call.

The parking garage is almost empty, just a few cars are parked close to the entrance now. I recognize Dwalin’s Land Rover, Kili’s eye-catching two-seater sports car, and of course, Thorin’s large midnight blue SUV. My own white sedan glows like a diamond among the other dark colored cars. When I slip into the driver’s seat, I’m in no rush and deliberately take my time as I type Thorin’s address into my GPS. I have no idea where he lives and when the map appears on the large screen I once again thank myself for picking a car with reliable tech. As I put the gear to reverse and slowly roll out from the lot, the sound of this morning’s playlist filles my car. My plan is to start driving according to the route and stop to buy water or something if I don’t hear from Thorin. I don’t want to arrive at his place and wait in the car for an unknown amount of time. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music and I see the large building that is Erebor Corporation disappear in the mirror.

When the screen suddenly shifts its view and Thorin’s name appears on the display, my heart skips a beat. I answer and as his dark voice seeps from the speakers I smile at the flutter in my heart. I can hear the sound of the engine starting in his car and the fact that he called me before he even got out of the parking garage makes me all warm on the inside.

”Are all the emergencies under control now?” My tone is playful but I know how important Dwalin’s job is. He and Ori, the other gentleman who shares office space with Dwalin but specializes in cyber threats, are the company's strong shield of defense. The duo might seem odd but they are very skilled in what they do. Dwalin is tall, broad, and looks a bit intimidating. He doesn’t talk that much in public but I’ve seen him with Thorin outside the conference room and his laughter can travel miles. Ori is a head shorter, almost lanky, and his ginger hair always looks like he came straight out of bed. He probably has a habit of running his fingers through his hair—without even thinking of it—as he works and it gives him a slightly distracted look.

Thorin growls an answer but then continues in a lighter mood, ”how far away are you?”

When I estimate less than ten minutes he gives a short laugh and tells me to keep an eye on my rearview mirror.

”Catch me if you can,” I giggle back at him as I pass the speed limit.

”Watch out, maybe I like chasing you,” Thorin then says and something in his voice rams right into the depth of my core and I need to grab the steering wheel hard to keep my car on the road. How does he do it?

Then he curses loudly and for a second I’m afraid something bad just happened, but he quickly explains that he’s getting an expected call from the chairman and Thorin hangs up with a promise to make it up to me.

As the city disappears in the distance and skyscrapers give way to the rural coastline, I turn up the music. Soon the road narrows significantly and the landscape turns more dramatic, with wild black cliffs, shaped and forced to submission by wind and sea. This part of the coast is home to some of the most spectacular sights, and even if it’s not that far from the city, it feels very remote. On my right side of the road, the cliffs abruptly end on the other side of the robust guardrail, creating an almost vertical steep, and down below awaits the dark glittering sea. I try to keep my eyes on the road but the view is calling me and I find myself driving in slow motion, trying to take in the true beauty of nature. I temporarily forget about my playful race with Thorin and when the road turns steeper I understand why he drives that large heavy car. When the road finally evens out, my GPS announces that I have reached my destination. I stare at the house in front of me. It rests on the brink of the cliffs, overlooking the sea and the breathtaking view below it. Even from this side of the building I can see that this place is beyond magical. In front of the house there is just enough space for a few cars and it makes me wonder if Thorin doesn’t bring a lot of guests here.

As I step out of my car a gust of wind catches my hair and makes it dance around my face. The temperature is still warm but the wind from the sea is a little chilly and it carries a foreboding of autumn with it. Before I get a chance to take another look at the beautiful surroundings I hear the sound of a car approaching. Within seconds I can see the large familiar SUV, going way faster than I did, and since its driver clearly is more used to this area, the car easily slides in just beside mine.

”Wearing heavy boots today?” Thorin grins as he walks up to me. I try to look innocent and he gives a short laughter, entertainment glowing in his eyes.

”Maybe I just like the idea of not getting caught.”

”I’ll keep that in mind.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me close and the kiss he gives me is more tender than I expected. He breaks it too soon for my liking, but when he rests his forehead against mine and gently caresses my neck with one of his large hands, the question of seriousness rises in my mind again. Something in the way his gaze searches mine tells me that this is more personal to him than he is ready to reveal.

”Let’s go inside.” Thorin grabs my hand and leads the way to the front door of his large, white, very modern and no doubt architect designed home. The small keypad on the door handle, together with the double sets of cameras makes me a little uncomfortable. ”Is Dwalin in charge of the security around your home as well?”

”Yes, but the protocol here is very strict. Even more than at E.C. You don’t have to worry about that. Nobody is watching us.”

Thorin types in a long password and after a sharp signal the artificial voice of a woman lets us know that the alarm is disconnected. Then he opens the door and motions for me to step inside. The house literally takes my breath away. From the hallway, I can see the large open space that is both the living room, dining area and kitchen. Huge window walls make the indoor and nature blend together and allow a tremendous amount of light into the house. As I walk over the warm wooden floor and stop by the window, Thorin follows me closely. On the other side of the glass, far down below me, land and sea meet in a violent embrace, and the waves create white foam before they crash against the rocks. It’s a fascinating scene to witness. My gaze follows the deep blue sea and finally rests at the horizon where it meets the dramatic sky.

Thorin gently brushes his lips against my ear as he comes up from behind and wraps his arms around me. He doesn’t advance, he just holds me against his chest and lets me take in the beauty presented to me.

”On the pier you said you loved the sea.” The warmth in his voice takes me by surprise and I instantly think of our late night walk and the lust-filled moment we shared under the stars with the sea as our only witness.

”I really do and this view is absolutely stunning—I didn’t expect you to live so close to the water. I could never get bored of this.”

His beard scratches seductively against my skin as he plants soft kisses along my neck and it makes me shiver. ”I could never get bored of doing this,” he mumbles between the tender touches of his lips and his warm breath wakes my longing for more. I lean against him, his body firm against my back, and breathe in the unique scent that is his. I can never get bored of this.

Thorin buries his nose in the curve of my neck and inhales deeply. An approving hum vibrates against my skin and the intoxicating feeling intensifies when he gently scrapes his teeth along my shoulder. My blouse hinders his exploring of my skin and with a grunt he slowly starts to unbutton it. As my blouse falls to the floor for the second time today, he slips his hand between our bodies and with experienced fingers peels the thin lace covering my breast from me.

”If it was darker outside, I would love to take you against the window again. I want to watch your face in the reflection when you come for me.” His voice is thick as he continues: ”Just the thought of it drives me crazy.”

One of his hands cups my breast, his thumb drawing small circles over my skin, and my responsive body starts to burn under his touch. His other hand supports my head as he makes me stretch my neck to the side, providing him full access to my most sensitive spots. When he gives my neck and shoulder all of his seductive attention, my knees threaten to give in and I’m sure Thorin notices the tremble in my hand when I place it over his arm. His rolled up sleeves expose the muscles on his forearm to my palm and I caress him softly. Effortlessly, he suddenly scoops me up and I throw my arms around his neck for support. I’ve never before been with a man in possession of such powerful raw strength and the way he lifts and carries me to the bedroom makes me feel both extremely desired and taken care of. He puts me down on the soft carpet and my feet almost disappear in its rich, long pile.

Thorin sits down on the edge of his bed, spreads his knees and pulls me in between them. He runs his hands along my thighs and quickly finds the hidden zipper in my skirt. The slightly darker look in his eyes as he pulls the fabric down together with my low waist white lace panties makes my gasp softly. His beautiful azure eyes are the most expressive pair of eyes I have ever seen. On his face—which is most of the time stern and controlled— they are the window to his thoughts and true feelings. When he laughs, they make his usual brooding countenance lighten up like a flash on a dark and stormy sky, and sometimes, like right now, they reveal something totally different: passion, hunger and unsatisfied needs.

Thorin places his hands on my waist and leans forward to continue his exploration of my skin. His beard tickles when he places gentle kisses between my breasts but as he gets more eager, the tickle turns to heavenly scratching. He turns me away from him, kissing my chest and ribs, and when I no longer can see him, I close my eyes. While covering my back with more soft kisses, his large hands travel over my hips, squeezing the flesh firmly and I moan, aroused by the determination in his touch. Then he gives me a gentle push that makes me step forward. With a tight grip on my hips he then steers me back. But now he holds his thighs closer together and urges me to straddle him. When my naked thighs meet his fully dressed lap, he moves his feet wider apart, effectively spreading my legs for him. His hands glide over the softness of my inner thighs, leaving my skin longing for more and when he circles his fingertips close to my body’s epicenter, teasingly avoiding what I need the most, I shiver under his touch.

”Please, Thorin,” I whisper, not really sure if my voice will hold. He moves his fingers closer and I try to shift on his lap to make him touch me. The way he says my name lightens my inner torch and another plea falls from my lips.

”You know how much I like you begging. Please me, and I will pleasure you.'' His fingers brush over my exposed folds ever so lightly and I can only whimper as he builds up the desperation in my body. I love this game just as much as he does, and when I once again plead for his mercy, he gives me a dark chuckle that settles deep inside my core. He purposefully lets his fingers find their way to my sensitive bundle of nerves and then, finally, between my folds.

”So ready,” he mumbles as he lets his coated fingers add just the right pressure and in my hazy mind I marvel, not for the first time, how he can read me so well.

Thorin has me panting and trembling against his chest in a remarkably short time. The memories of his harsh words mixed with praise I long to hear again set my arousal on fire, but when he feels how close to climax I am, he suddenly withdraws his fingers. He lifts me up on my feet and I turn around to face him, no doubt with both frustration and desperation written on my face.

”You bastard,” I breathe out, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to ease the burning need between them. He doesn’t answer, but I catch a glimpse of his smirk before he crashes his lips against mine and steals the air from me. My hands act on their own and, spurred by the intense spinning in my head, I start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his magnificent torso covered in a generous amount of dark hair, and the sight is just as glorious as I remember. In all honesty, the look of his naked body has been on my mind for an alarming amount of times during the day. With a resolute pull on his shirt, I strip it off his body. His chest heaves and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s controlling himself and allowing me to undress him without interference. I unbuckle his belt, hurriedly open his trousers, and with a little help they fall to his feet and he steps out of them. Thorin watches me without saying a word. His black boxers stretch over the large bulge and I teasingly run my hand over the fabric, pulling a moan from him. Then I place my hands on his chest, running my fingers over the soft hair, and follow the dark trail of hair over his stomach but stop at the waistband of his underwear. He raises an eyebrow and I respond with a sweet smile. I know how to play this game as well and before giving in to my own desire and ripping the last piece of fabric from his body, I place feather-light kisses over his chest. A dark impatient growl reaches my ears and then I slowly pull his boxers down to set his member free and it bounces encouragingly towards me. I slip my arms around his waist and press myself against him. His hardness rubs against my belly as I grind against him, leaving a wet mark of arousal on my skin. Lust dances in his eyes, and once again I sense how his emotions burst into flames under my touch.

”Mahal, woman. I don’t know if I should worship you or punish you for teasing me like this.” In Thorin’s eyes I see something extraordinary: part of him, I’m sure, wants to command me to drop to my knees and pleasure him, but another part of him is holding back, intrigued by the moves my body makes. Suddenly he plants his big palms on my bum and pulls me with him as he falls backwards on his bed. I fail to control my giggle but Thorin quickly silences me with his mouth and effortlessly pulls me on top of him. He captures me by wrapping his arms around me, pressing me tightly to his chest.

When he breaks the kiss, the playful tone is gone and the dark, dominant sound in his voice makes my heart race.

”I want to taste you.”

I can only nod in response and Thorin somehow manages ,without any real effort, to simply pull me even closer to his face. But I long for giving pleasure just as much as receiving it.

”I want to taste you as well.”

Thorin flashes me a satisfied grin and then gives the soft flesh of my bum a not so gentle smack.

”Come here.”

A small gasp leaves me and I am convinced he heard the satisfaction in my voice. With his help, I position myself over him. Unstoppable heat sets deep in my core as I put one knee on each side of his head and face his engorged member. It stares back at me and the alluring sight of precum drops makes me lick my lips. My legs are spread wide, allowing him to reach and taste all of me and since he quickly learned most of my body's weaknesses, I can only accept its silent surrender to him. There is no way I can resist what he is offering, no matter how fun the game of teasing is. As I lower my head to greet him, I feel his lips on me and the way he kisses the most sensitive part of my body and slowly paints a complicated pattern with the tip of his tongue makes me moan and the erotic sound of my voice seems to spur him on.

The smooth skin on his shaft covers a few large, pumping veins and I trail them teasingly with my tongue. His reward is instant and I feel his body stiffen in anticipation. When I let him pass between my lips and the masculine taste of him fills my mouth, his grip on me tightens. Thorin’s muffled moans send vibrations through my body and when he intensifies his efforts, my mouth can no longer keep a steady rhythm. I close my hand around his hardness to give him even more friction, and the change in the sound coming from him tells me I just hit the jackpot.

His highly skilled tongue and lips work tirelessly to bring me to the brink of my relief, and when I’m finally there, my thighs tremble and the hand I have placed on the mattress for support desperately grips the sheet. He makes it so difficult for me to edge him closer as well, since all I manage to focus on is that one spot inside me that is ready to explode like fireworks on New Years Eve, and when he passionately grabs the flesh of my bum and spreads my cheeks to create that special tight pressure, I lose control over my body and come undone, his soaked beard rubbing against my oversensitive skin. I pull my head back to get air as my orgasm erupts and his name sounds forced when I exhale. The after wave makes me rest my head on his thighs and Thorin gently caresses my back.

”Come, lay down beside me.”

His voice is warm but raspy when says my name and pulls me close to him. Laying on the side, my back pressed against his chest, I feel his unfinished state against my skin. I am dizzy from my intense climax, but still, the feeling of his hardness is all my body needs to wake the burning desire for him again. I gently, but purposefully, rub myself against him, letting him know how much I need him. He nuzzles my hair and he lets out a low grunt that makes my body ache. When he runs his hard shaft between my slick folds I whimper and with a small shift in angle by his hips, he slips between them easily. A pleased gasp leaves my lips.

With slow, deep thrusts, Thorin seems to savor the feeling of our closeness. The unhurried pace lets me feel every inch of him and I moan softly when he finds the perfect way to hold me close and still reach to the very depth of me. His warm breaths against my neck and ear match the movements of his lower body and soon we breathe as one. This tender side of him is something I did not expect to see tonight, but still it does not surprise me. A man capable of being on both sides of the spectrum is a man with a deeper understanding of feelings and pleasure. Knowing we have all the time we want, he slowly but steadily builds the need for release as he takes me, less hurried than in his office earlier today.

When my orgasm rolls over me like the great waves outside Thorin’s window, I grip his hand and he squeezes mine back. The intimacy almost makes my eyes tear up but the deep feral groan behind me as he joins me in my climax is what stops my tears from falling. When we are spent, Thorin lays still where he is, cuddling me from behind. His panting against my neck becomes less heavy and after a while I can feel my heart rate slowing down. I close my eyes and allow myself to just rest in his embrace. Soon the only sound I can hear except his breathing is the distanced sound of waves crashing against the rocks. I picture how it would feel to be lulled to sleep every night to that sound. I can’t think of anything more relaxing.

”I thought you said you prefer the mountains.” I mumble as he shifts behind me and I come to rest on my back.

”I do,” he sighs and in his voice a trace of longing can be heard. ”But the sea is nice as well. And I love the privacy I can have here.” One of his hands follows my body’s curves. ”I love these mountain peaks,” he murmurs huskily as his fingertips gently caress my still hard and sensitive nipple, ”and the valleys between them.” His hand travels over the soft skin between my breasts and I raise an eyebrow. ”I also love the little pond which is essential to nature.” A smirk dances on his lips as he shamelessly runs his fingers over the slickness between my thighs and I slap him affectionately on the arm. He gives a rumbling laugh and the playful look in his eyes makes me all warm inside. This is as far from the CEO he can get. This is the man who has stolen my heart.

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Inglenook Blancaneaux ~ Wine of the Day

There is something special about a wine that can warm you from the inside, even when served chilled, especially during the cold winter months. Inglenook Blancaneaux does just this. The winery shines as a quality benchmark in Napa Valley. The historic 235-acre property has 120 separate, organically farmed vineyard plots within the Rutherford AVA. Blancaneaux is the winery’s signature white blend,…

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Where to Visit Wineries in Greece?

Santorini: The Jewel of Greek Wine Tourism

Santo Wines

Perched on the breathtaking cliffs of Santorini, Santo Wines is one of the most iconic wineries in Greece. Known for its spectacular caldera views, Santo Wines offers an unforgettable wine-tasting experience. The winery specializes in Assyrtiko, a white grape variety indigenous to Santorini, renowned for its crisp acidity and mineral character. Visitors can enjoy guided tours of the vineyards and the wine production facilities, followed by tastings on the terrace overlooking the Aegean Sea.

Gaia Wines

Located near the village of Exo Gonia, Gaia Wines combines traditional methods with modern technology to produce some of the finest wines on the island. The winery is particularly famous for its Thalassitis, a white wine made from Assyrtiko grapes. The tasting room, set in an old tomato factory, offers a unique and charming atmosphere where guests can savour the distinctive flavours of Santorini wines.

Peloponnese: A Land of Legendary Wines

Domaine Skouras

Domaine Skouras is a celebrated name in Greek winemaking in the Nemea region. Founded by George Skouras in 1986, the winery has gained international acclaim for its innovative approach and high-quality wines. Domaine Skouras is known for its Agiorgitiko wines, which are rich, full-bodied reds with complex dark fruit and spices aromas. The winery offers comprehensive tours, including visits to vineyards, production facilities, and an elegant tasting room.

Semeli Estate

Nestled in the foothills of Mount Kyllini, Semeli Estate is a state-of-the-art winery that blends tradition with cutting-edge technology. The estate focuses on producing premium wines from indigenous grape varieties such as Moschofilero and Agiorgitiko. Visitors can explore the beautiful vineyards, learn about the winemaking process, and taste a selection of award-winning wines in the modern tasting room, all while enjoying panoramic views of the surrounding countryside.

Crete: A Journey Through Ancient Vineyards

Douloufakis Winery

In the heart of the Dafnes region, Douloufakis Winery is a family-run establishment with a long history of winemaking dating back to 1930. The winery is known for its commitment to quality and sustainability. Douloufakis produces various wines, mainly celebrated for Vidiano, a white wine with floral and citrus notes. Visitors can tour the vineyards, visit the cellar, and enjoy tastings in a welcoming and authentic Cretan environment.

Manousakis Winery

Located in the picturesque village of Vatolakkos, Manousakis Winery is a testament to Crete’s rich winemaking heritage. The winery specializes in organic wines made from local grape varieties such as Romeiko and Vilana and international varieties like Syrah and Grenache. The guided tours at Manousakis Winery include a walk through the vineyards, a visit to the production facilities, and a tasting session showcasing Cretan wines’ unique flavors.

Macedonia: A Blend of Tradition and Innovation

Ktima Gerovassiliou

Situated in Epanomi, near Thessaloniki, Ktima Gerovassiliou is a benchmark in Greek winemaking. The estate is renowned for its extensive vineyard, home to indigenous and international grape varieties. The winery’s flagship wine, Malagousia, is a testament to the revival of this almost extinct Greek variety. Visitors can tour the vineyards, explore the wine museum, and enjoy tastings in the elegant tasting room with views of the Thermaic Gulf.

Alpha Estate

In the Amyndeon region, Alpha Estate is a modern winery with a reputation for its high-quality wines and innovative techniques. The estate’s vineyards are planted at high altitudes, contributing to the wine’s unique character. Alpha Estate is mainly known for its Xinomavro wines, complex reds with intense aromas and excellent ageing potential. The winery offers detailed tours, including visiting the vineyards, production facilities, and a sophisticated tasting room.

Central Greece: A Hub of Viticultural Excellence

Avantis Estate

In the heart of Evia, Avantis Estate is a prominent name in Greek winemaking. The winery is known for its diverse range of wines, from crisp whites to robust reds. Avantis Estate strongly emphasizes innovation and quality, using traditional and modern techniques to produce exceptional wines. Visitors can enjoy guided tours of the vineyards and the winery, followed by tastings in a charming setting.

Domaine Hatzimichalis

Located in the Atalanti Valley, Domaine Hatzimichalis is synonymous with excellence in Greek viticulture. The estate boasts a wide variety of indigenous and international grape varieties. Domaine Hatzimichalis is particularly noted for its elegant and well-balanced wines. The winery offers extensive tours, including a walk through the vineyards, a visit to the production facilities, and tastings in the sophisticated tasting room.

Conclusion

Epos Travel Tours offers wine tours in Greece! Enjoy wine tastings in some of Greece’s best wineries. Exploring the wineries of Greece offers a unique opportunity to experience the country’s rich cultural heritage, stunning landscapes, and exceptional wines. From the volcanic soils of Santorini to the rolling hills of Peloponnese, each region provides a distinctive and memorable wine-tasting experience. Whether you are a seasoned wine enthusiast or a curious traveler, Greece’s wineries will leave a lasting impression.

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Thursday, 2 May, 2024.

It was a lovely evening around the picnic table.

Warmup

3 Rounds

10 Second Pull-Up Bar Hangs

10 Standing 1 Arm Presses With Band

Strength

All With 2 Dumb-Bells

Military Press..........10/5/2/2

Push Press..........2/2/2/2

Armando=80 Robert=70 Dana/Chad=60 Tim=55 Sammy/Herb=50 Tom=45 Coach=30 Joe/Sue/Elisa=25 Shannon=20 Dyer/Average Dave

WOD

"Little Angie"

A Variation Of The CrossFit Benchmark

Equipment.....Ab-Mat and Mat ??

10 Rounds

10 Pull-Ups

10 Push-Ups

10 Sit-Ups

10 Squats

Sammy=9:19 Average Dave=11:20 Sue=13:17 Tim=14:41 Dana=15:00 Elisa=15:09 Robert=15:50 Chase=16:19 Armando=16:33 Herb=16:57 Chad=17:29 Tom=17:30 Ed=17:57 Shannon=18:30 Coach=20 Joe=20:22 Dyer=20:23

Notes:

We had an abundance of food on the Picnic table. Cheeses/crackers/nuts/fresh warm brownies/Anna bread with olive oil & butter/really nice strawberries and grapes and other stuff. We had 3 or 4 white wines and an equal number of reds. There was a red wine leftover.

If the stormy weather lets us, the Admiral Armando is coming to the Barn with his pressure washer and big black boots. He's going to wash all the imbedded pollen off the mats. The mats aren't supposed to be yellow.

Saturday sessions are at 0730 and 0930. Apparently Robert will be planning a birthday WOD for Ed that he named "Let The 4th Be With You". Several guys tried mightily to explain the name to Herb, but eventually gave up. How old is Ed anyway ??

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ENTRIES ARE OPEN FOR THE 2024 DINERS CLUB WINELIST AWARDS Entries for the 2024 Diners Club Wine list Awards have officially opened, and licensed restaurants throughout South Africa have until 16:00 on 27 June to submit their entries.

 The Diners Club Wine list Awards, which have honoured the best wine lists in the country for three decades, have become a benchmark for excellence. Highly regarded by both the restaurant and wine industries, these annual awards inspire and reward food and wine‐serving establishments that consistently aim to improve the standard of the wine lists presented to their patrons. Each year, restaurants are offered a golden opportunity to showcase their expertly curated wine lists, gain recognition, elevate their restaurants’ prestige, and attract discerning diners.

The Diners Club Wine list Awards panel of judges, a unique mix of leading talents and voices in the wine, food and hospitality industries, aim to give all participating restaurants a fair shot at winning one of the most prized awards in the industry, ranging from Silver to Gold, Platinum, Diamond and the pinnacle Icon category. The Icon Award, introduced in 2018, is awarded to restaurants that meet all the requirements of a Diamond List and, in addition, display an extensive international wine selection, excellent wines in multiple categories, an impressive reserve or vintage selection and a deep interest in wine curation, and employ a full-time sommelier. These are lists of true international stature and they represent the peak of wine presentation. The awards categories and competition requirements are in line with global market trends and Diners Club’s contribution towards service excellence in the hospitality and tourism industries.

The results of the 2024 Diners Club Wine list Awards will be announced in August 2024 and published on the Diners Club website and the national media.

To enter the 2024 Diners Club Winelist Awards and get all the relevant information please visit:

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The Art of Whiskey Enjoyment: Baccarat's Harmonie Glasses Unveiled

There's something uniquely delightful about the ritual of sipping whiskey; the rich aroma, the smooth taste, and yes, the exquisite glass that enhances every sip. Baccarat, a name synonymous with luxury and finesse, introduces its Harmonie collection, setting a new benchmark for connoisseurs. Let's dive into why Baccarat whiskey glasses are not just a tool, but an integral part of the whiskey enjoyment experience.

Baccarat Harmonie Glasses

Imagine your ideal evening—a gentle fire crackling, a plush armchair, and a good book. Now, add a glass of fine whiskey in a stunning Baccarat Harmonie glass. This isn’t just a glass; it’s an invitation to indulge in a moment of tranquility and taste. Baccarat whiskey glasses are crafted to turn each whiskey sip into a celebration of life’s finer moments.

A Symbol of Sophistication

What does your drinkware say about you? Baccarat glasses are more than vessels; they're a statement of sophistication and elegance. Each glass from the Harmonie collection speaks volumes of the owner’s taste and appreciation for luxury, making an ordinary evening extraordinary.

The Harmonie Collection: What’s the Buzz?

The Harmonie collection is Baccarat’s ode to the modern lover of whiskey—a seamless blend of classic craftsmanship and contemporary aesthetics. With its straight lines and pristine clarity, the collection promises to enchant anyone who lays eyes on it.

Design Philosophy: The Beauty of Lines

The Harmonie collection stands out through its use of simple, vertical lines that run seamlessly from top to bottom. This design is not just visually striking; it also enhances the golden hues of whiskey, allowing for a visual celebration of the spirit’s rich, amber tones.

Crafting the Perfect Sip: The Role of a Good Glass

Ever wonder why whiskey tastes better in a high-quality glass? Baccarat glasses are designed to distribute the whiskey perfectly onto the palate, enhancing the richness and complexity of the flavors. It’s like listening to music in a concert hall—the right acoustics (or glassware, in this case) can turn something good into something magical.

How to Choose the Right Baccarat Glass

Choosing the right glass involves considering the whiskey's character. The Harmonie tumbler, with its wide, open rim and sturdy base, is perfect for robust, full-bodied whiskeys, as it allows the aroma to breathe and develop before the first sip.

The Perfect Serve: Tips and Tricks

To truly enjoy a whiskey in a Baccarat glass, consider the temperature and the pour. A splash of water can open up new flavors, and the right amount of spirit poured into the elegantly cut glass ensures that each sip is as perfect as the last.

Matching Your Whiskey with Harmonie

Pairing whiskey with the right glass can be likened to pairing wine with the correct glass—it’s all about enhancing the experience. The Harmonie glasses, with their unique design, are particularly suited for whiskeys that are smooth and rich, complementing their inherent qualities.

Maintaining Your Baccarat Glasses

Taking care of luxury glassware requires a gentle hand. Washing Baccarat glasses by hand with warm water and a mild detergent, and drying them with a soft cloth, will keep them sparkling and ready for your next toast.

Where to Find Baccarat Harmonie Glasses

Baccarat Harmonie glasses are available through luxury retailers, both in-store and online. Owning a piece of this collection is owning a piece of art that enhances every whiskey experience.

Baccarat Glasses as a Gift Idea

Giving a gift of Baccarat whiskey glasses is like giving a piece of lasting luxury. They make perfect gifts for weddings, anniversaries, or any occasion that calls for something truly special.

The Legacy of Baccarat Crystal

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International Sauvignon Blanc Day

The French may have given the world the term terroir – the wonderful alchemy of influences from soil and aspect and climate and winemaking that creates the unique character of a wine – but on the other side of the world, New Zealand winemakers have found their own distinctive ‘magic’ place.

Tūrangawaewae (pronounced: too-runguh-why-why) means "my place" in Māori. It describes a uniquely New Zealand approach to winemaking that includes terroir but also embraces the surrounding landscape, the characteristic climate, and the history and spirit of a place and the people who make it their home.

As a concept that expresses connectedness and belonging to the land, tūrangawaewae is a creative force that is producing exciting new styles of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc.

The rise of a modern classic

New Zealand is no stranger to innovations in wine. It is the place where a humble vine that grows in southwest France became a wine world superstar. Sauvignon Blanc likely derived its moniker from the french word “Sauvage,” meaning wild, as the vines are reminiscent of wild grapevines. As the adventurous young winemakers who planted New Zealand's first Sauvignon vines in the 1970s discovered, a happy combination of ideal climatic conditions and skilful viticulture and winemaking transformed the sauvage qualities of the grape into the characteristic "green" aromas and mouth-filling tastes of classic New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. 

Success at local and international wine competitions soon followed, along with a chorus of praise from international wine critics. By the early 1990s New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc was established as the global benchmark for the style and now accounts for over 85% of wine exported from New Zealand. It is a remarkable success story that is celebrated around the world every year and 3 May 2024 marks the fourteenth International Sauvignon Blanc Day.

Sauvignon classics to come

Although Sauvignon Blanc is grown throughout New Zealand’s 10 wine regions, the province of Marlborough is its undisputed heartland. Located in the South Island’s northeast where broad alluvial plains rise from the coast and are sheltered by mountain ranges, Marlborough's long and steady cool-climate growing season creates Sauvignons with impressive aromas, distinctive fruit characteristics and extraordinary purity and intensity of flavours. 

Like the rest of New Zealand, Marlborough's geographically diverse landscapes are spectacularly beautiful and bountiful, and wine touring here and in every region is enhanced by vibrant communities of artisan producers and excellent restaurants and cellar doors. As you visit world-famous makers of classic Sauvignon in Marlborough and beyond you will also encounter newer producers of emerging styles whose wines are often less overtly powerful but wonderfully complex in the glass. And they are still unmistakably “New Zealand”.  

So this International Sauvignon Blanc Day pour yourself a glass of New Zealand and experience our country through pure and vibrant flavours in our wines. 

Did you know?

Sauvignon Blanc was commercially produced on our shores for the first time in the 1970s.

It is the country's most widely planted variety, and has established itself as New Zealand's flagship wine the world over.

Nationally, over 25,000 hectares of vineyard land are devoted to growing the grape.

Three-quarters of all Sauvignon Blanc is planted in Marlborough (22k+ ha), followed by Hawke's Bay (1k+ ha) and Nelson (0.6k ha).

Sauvignon blanc comprises 72% of New Zealand’s overall wine production — and it’s 86% of what we export to the rest of the world. Total production - 302,000 tonnes.

It's one of the parent grapes of Cabernet Sauvignon. The other? Cabernet Franc.

Sauvignon blanc is an excellent food-pairing wine. Depending on which style you’re pouring, you can roll with everything from Thai food and grilled chicken to salmon and pasta.

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Garage Rock Group, Wine Lips, Release New Album ‘Super Mega Ultra’ with Crowd Favorite Song “Stimulation”

Originally formed in Toronto back in 2015 as a part-time project between Cam Hilborn (vox, songwriter, guitar) and drummer extraordinaire Aurora Evans, Wine Lips quickly escalated into a full-blown, full-time, full-on international phenomenon. Their new album, Super Mega Ultra, is an absolute beast. Recorded by Simon Larochette at The Sugar Shack in Ontario, SMU is probably Wine Lips’ most ambitious undertaking to date, exploring new thematic territory while firmly maintaining their signature psych garage punk rock panache. You truly need to hear the album to believe it…

The focus track from SMU, “Stimulation,” has been a crowd favourite at shows for over a year already – fans have already been singing along to its simple and catchy chorus. 

“I started writing Stimulation during our break in 2020,” explains Cam Hilborn. “I might have put it on the shelf for a bit but one day the chorus just poured out of me and the rest of the song started to make more sense and came more naturally. It was the first song I demoed for the new record and it kind of became the benchmark.”

Writing an album while you’re always on tour is difficult, and for Hilborn, it felt like he was hitting a wall creatively. Despite the writer’s block, Hilborn was able to work with Simon Larochette to try some new ideas and capture the energy without straying too far from their roots. The result is Super Mega Ultra (April 5), their new LP which is jam-packed with 12 ramped-up supersonic ear-scorching auditory delicacies.

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Muskoka Farm Pre Training

Muskoka Farm is one of the world's most prestigious pre training facilities. The facility has an impressive list of amenities, including a state-of-the-art all weather sand track.

The farm is ideally located, only 90 minutes from Randwick and Rosehill. It also features a 10 large, fully-fenced paddocks and a high speed treadmill. To know more about pre training, visit the Muskoka Farm website or call (02)45663106.

The Namparra-based trainer’s stable will be represented at Gosford by the Animal Kingdom filly Tainted Affair in the Simonds Homes Maiden Handicap and the Shooting To Win gelding Camp Rifle in the Moree Cup. She will also take a chance with the four-year-old mare Balmaceda in the Treasury Wine Estates Conditional Benchmark 70 Handicap over 1900m.

The thoroughbred industry makes a significant contribution to Australia’s economy and supports thousands of jobs. Horse breaking is a crucial component of this industry, preparing racehorses to become comfortable in the bridle and saddle and helping to prevent behavioural problems down the track.

Toby Pracey is a world class horse breaker who uses violence-free methods to prepare racehorses for the track. He has a long list of clients, including Golden Slipper winners. He owns Muskoka Farm, a one-of-a-kind world class spelling and pre training complex located near Gunderman, an hour’s drive inland from Sydney CBD. This 280-acre property offers breaking/pre training, spelling and agistment services and is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland. It features a two-kilometer crusher dust track, 27 day yards and 10 large spelling paddocks, as well as a private jetty/pontoon and helipad.

Located on the Hawkesbury River, Muskoka Farm is one of the world’s leading pre-training facilities. It offers breaking, spelling, and agistment and is home to a 2.4-kilometer crusher dust track and 10 large fenced paddocks. The property also has a large outdoor pool and a private jetty/pontoon.

Founded in the seventies by businessman Bob Lapointe, Muskoka has a rich heritage with Group 1 winners including November Rain, Emancipation, Handy Proverb and Dance Hero. More recently, the Namparra-based establishment has prepped the likes of Redzel and Sebring for international success.

The 280 acre Muskoka Farm is the ideal location for a thoroughbred breeding and training operation. The facility is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland. It has a 24-hour helipad, hyperbaric oxygen chamber, and a 2.4-kilometer crusher dust track. Its equine facilities include five stable barns, a two-bedroom guest house, and a private jetty/pontoon. Its specialized care program helps ensure healthy conditioning for horses. This allows them to perform at their peak on race day.

The 280 acre equine breeding and training farm is home to world class breaking, pre-training, spelling, and agistment. It is surrounded by national parks and natural bushland. It also has a state of the art all-weather sand track and a large outdoor pool. Jacqueline and Sid work with a team of specialists to ensure healthy conditioning for their horses.

The Thoroughbred industry makes a significant contribution to the Victorian and national economies, with stallion fees and yearling sales providing key contributors. It also supports thousands of jobs in related industries. To know more about pre training, visit the Muskoka Farm website or call (02)45663106.

The Inglis Ready2Race Sale saw six Muskoka lots sell for a combined total of $595,000 at last week’s auction. This is a remarkable result for the Gunderman-based pre-training facility, which was founded in the seventies by Bob and Wendy Lapointe.