The saying goes, “Politics makes strange bedfellows.” I don’t know about “strange,” but in this case certainly interesting. In my state, the political process begins in election years with local precinct caucuses in the spring. Delegates are elected at these to the district conventions, where delegates are elected to the state convention. Delegates there...
"Argh!" Suzy yelled at the screen as she died yet again. Just as she fought the urge to throw her wireless mouse across the room, she heard chuckling in her ear. "I told you that you wouldn't be good as a Tank, babe. You're better off as ADC. Now stay in your lane and go make me a sandwich." One of her guy friends, Jake, had wanted to pla...
"Morning, Babe" my husband said as I began to wake up. "I made you a cup of coffee." I fought to clear my head enough to reach for it. Last night had surely been one of the wildest times of my whole life-partying, dancing and too much drinking. My company's Christmas party was one for the ages. The boss was called out of town because his mother was sick and,...
"The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades" The day started sucking for Penny the moment she walked into work. Some stupid convention was in town, which meant the hotel was absolutely full, and her car had decided to conk out, so she needed to bum a ride to work from Stu, and he was so stoned that he'd spent five minutes staring at the ignition before she...
Readers of this story may want to checkout "Hot Fox Reporter gets it at DNC" in order to get a head start on this short series of one guy's personal goal to fuck the hottest ass at the political conventions. After having fucked a hot fox from Fox News until she was senseless and incoherent, I barely made it out of the DNC at Denver. The RNC was well aware o...
Half the drawers on the dresser hung open and empty, the bed was stripped bare of its sheets, and the mattress sat askew atop the box-spring frame. The shelves beside the desk had been rummaged through, and what remained was cluttered in small piles here and there. In this disheveled, half-furnished room, a young man slumped in his computer chair with a vaca...
Part 1 "I've caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?" Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates. Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities. "One-hundred and twenty-eight," Becky said with a shit eating grin, "I caught Charizard this morni...
Carla Wove was excited..... ready for anything. She was here.... finally. She was attending the state political convention. Professor Needling put his arm around her waist, guiding her through the busy crowd of convention goers. They were moving towards the sign-in desk. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Carla let it rest there. It was the...
My name is Minerva Saint-Joseph. A five-foot-ten, pleasantly voluptuous, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Simply put, I am the Queen of Mean. Ask almost anyone in BDSM circles in the Province of Quebec and all across the Confederation of Canada. They've heard of...
I wasn't really looking forward to this training trip to Chattanooga Tennessee. It was not really a great city for tourists, however, I hadn't been there before. I figured I would spend the days in my training session and then the nights in a few clubs or something. But it was the wrong time to be in Chattanooga, it was at the end of a Teacher's conventi...