I arrived at the Hotel Z, half a mile from the
Capitol, promptly at 2 p.m. The Secret Service
ushered me discreetly to her door. They knew me by
now, as I am Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s lover. When I arrived, the Senator gave me a big
open-mouthed kiss and grabbed my already-hardening
cock through my pants. “Same rules as …
I don’t care what all the so called experts say, for me lesbianism was a choice rather than some inborn desire for girls. Maybe my choice was influenced by circumstances; certainly it wasn’t that I had some desire to be more “male like”. For a young girl living in a home with two very strict […]
I once read somewhere that only mature women can wear purple successfully. I hate the word mature. It connotes old age, rather that sophistication, which is closer to the mark. But you can be sophisticated and not mature. If you have not experienced this, you will just have to trust me until you experience it […]