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Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerve endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems like that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.
"See?" I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. "Sharing is fun." They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.
Sharing is fun, indeed… Especially when I’m the one being shared.
New York Daily Journal
SCANDAL, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
The New York political world was stunned yesterday as out of nowhere, the long simmering feud between Governor Carter Andrews and Mayor Liam Jeffries moved from a war of words to a literal war of fists.
The altercation occurred at the Harvard Club in Manhattan during a brunch between the Governor and Senator Vivian Hawthorne—who has been seen by many as the one person who can bring this situation to a more stable, calmer resolution.
According to witnesses, Mayor Jeffries, from the town of New Kingston, stormed into the club and an angry escalation of words between the two men ensued. Sources are not clear who began the fight, or who may have emerged as the victor, as police were quick to respond to the scene and take the two men into custody.
A curious situation confronted both a tiny town that serves as a suburb of New York City, as well as the greater State of New York. Both constituencies existed for a brief time with their chief executives incarcerated.
The situation was finally resolved when Senator Hawthorne stepped in and bailed out both men.
The situation has many legal scholars puzzled and perhaps more importantly, many social commentators decrying a crisis of leadership.
It seems to us at the Editorial Board that the bad old days of Albany style backroom politics is back. That th
e corruption has returned. And to those who disagree with us and believe that this is simply the heated passions of two sides of the political spectrum coming to a disagreement, we point out that rather than let the voters decide which way to go, both men are now advancing their own cause based on stubbornness. Secret negotiations, welcomed at first by the Editorial Board because we thought a quick resolution would be imminent, has now instead created a culture where back room deals and scandal instead rule the day.
It should be evident to any observer that the fact that Senator Hawthorne has been romantically linked to both Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews means her judgment is compromised when it comes to both men. This resulted, most likely, in the fact that she bailed out both men. Any situation where two politicians have romantic links to each other cannot be one that can be called fair and unbiased.
And where does this sordid triangle then leave the citizens of New York State? They watch as both their environment becomes polluted and sickly and their jobs leave for other shores. As the politicians end up fighting each other in the court of public opinion as well as really fighting each other, the people of this state can only hang their head in shame.
But sadly, as bad as the conduct is between the two men, the real blame lies not with them, but in the actions of Senator Hawthorne. This paper believes that the conduct of the Senator has been egregious in its utter lack of professionalism. We would like to publicly condemn the Senator for letting an explosive situation deteriorate to the point where two men are engaging in fisticuffs. And the cause for the deterioration? Because the attentions of both men must have stroked the Senator’s vanity.
For shame, Senator. For shame.
Carter
I'm sitting in my office, transfixed by the landscape outside of my window.
"We can’t do anything unless we get the people back to fucking work!" Liam bursts out.
I sigh.
"The Boltiador Global factories puts out more pollution than anything we would ever allow," I say to Liam. "You’d never even get a chance to break ground; the state would close that shit down."
"We’d keep building," Liam says, smirking. "Fuck that state."
"Yeah, except we wouldn’t turn on the fucking water or power, then what?" I shoot back. That was petty. But I feel petty.
For the last week and a half ever since Vivian, Liam and I…had sex together, we’ve made some progress. We’ve understood what each side wants. Which is leaps and bounds ahead of where we used to be before.
Did we really just both need to bone the shit out of Vivian to start talking at the table?
Is that all it needed? Is that the secret to working across the aisle? As Liam would call it, "fucking the shit out of each other"?
If I'm being honest with myself, I still can't believe what happened between us in the limo. That moment—as unbelievable as it was—is replaying itself in my mind over and over. I tell myself that I can't let that happen again. I need to stay focused.
