She got up and threw the hair brush down. It was wet and smelled of her pussy. She had to do something to take care of the craving that was driving her crazy. She needed to come. Needed to. She thought for a while. Maybe she could go back to the Sholeesa delegation. Maybe one of them could help her needy cunt get its relief. Carla sat on the armchair in t...
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...
As Carla and Victor entered the elevator, Victor looked her over. He looked at her tousled hair and her wrinkled dress. He sniffed in what Carla realized was the overpowering smell of sex that reeked from her. She hoped he didn't notice the streaks of her cunt juice that had run down her leg or the bits of the governor's cum that she had failed to swallow an...
As Carla and Victor walked into the corridor on the floor where the Sholeesa delegation was staying, Carla noticed a bunch of guys standing in the hallway in front of one of the hotel rooms. She recognized them as the same group she had seen on television earlier, the Sholeesa delegation. Close up, they looked even tougher than they had looked on television....
“What is wrong oh great one,” Snark, a small blue demon, asked as he looked at his boss. The giant red creature sat slumped in his throne with his head in his hands, as a pretty blonde with a nazi tramp stamp choked on his massive red cock. “Look at the state of the world,” Satan said conjuring up a picture. Soon clips of the world came into view: Fox News,...
Carla woke up, shook her head, blinked her eyes and thought about where she was. Then she remembered that she was at the political convention. She looked down, saw all the dried stuff on her legs, and remembered Babs, and Branchbaum, the governor, Professor Needling. She smiled. It had certainly been a busy time. Anyway, she had better spruce up and get read...
This was all so exciting. This The tremendous series of orgasms she had felt while fucking the professor had been a great introduction to politics, but she certainly needed to learn more. After a second or so, she took a big breath and followed Victor to the elevator. Neither of them said anything as they entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the...
This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 6 May 08 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 8: Her Father's Maiden The next few days for Marcia went by in a blur. With her mixed feelings of dread and anticipation of her father making her a maiden, she was having a har...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
The saying that "Politics Makes Strange Bedfellows" was proven true in spades in a real life situation. The basic facts are a matter of public record and many of the details (the rest are my embellishments) were told to me by one of the two main "characters." In the following almost entirely true story the names, state, and political office have been changed...