"The incumbent President will host an election night party at her Alaska mansion..." The President laughed. "That's what they think," she chuckled, watching the vice-president's wife take down the First Gentleman's trousers and commence blowing him. Turning to her Democratic rival, who, that very day, she had called a "Communist" on Fox, she nodded. "All signs point to a hung congress," said the anchor, as the two nominee...

It wasn’t a new format. Politicians had often raised their profile going on invasive reality shows. Housemates, the Jungle, even the sexy Island one had celebrity seasons and there was always a publicity-hungry politician trying to boost their standing, or promote their new, tell-all book. But “The House” was a new concept in National Politics. If the reality shows had proven anything it was that people were better inform...

The first of October had been the longest day of Sara’s life. She’d awoken early, bathed, dressed, and gone out to cast her first vote. Her parents had told her, “We know this is important to you. But stay out of trouble. Please, for us.” It was the day that the provincial government of Catalonia held an unauthorized referendum on independence from Spain, and she’d been in the thick of the action. They’d peppered her with...

“You know what, Jerry, you can go fuck yourself!” The words echoed in a loop in his mind. Over and over again. The image of her angry but perfect face throwing the bouquet back at him as she walked away from him into the street. Then, the sudden spike of adrenaline when she got hit by the car - like something out of a movie. He sat in the break room nervously, click-click clicking his pen and jittering his leg. Sweat was...

'Ready for Rasha' screams the social media hype. I am ready; splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid rapture. I'm ready Rasha. Ready for your floppy, mop-top to trail across my stomach as you tease my soaking snatch with your Etonian diction; untruths fluttering against my feverish...

The Bunker was one of the safe, queer strongholds in Eastern Europe. The world was going to shit and it was getting more and more unsafe for anyone of any queer or gender variant reality. It felt like life had become as dystopic as the sci-fi novels prophesied in their warning tomes that people took as gospel rather than pulp fiction with a point. In this particular bunker, it was outside of the country formerly known as...

Bad Day for UKIP Chelsea Ladies' CollegeOUR VISIONTo embody excellence, independence, inspiration and empowerment in the education of women.Motto: Cœlesti Luce Crescat (May she grow in Heavenly light)________________________________________________Margaret, named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, and Winifred, tragically and tenuously named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, understandably preferred t...

"You will run again in two years, and you will win.""I'm not even thinking that far ahead yet, Gretel.""Yes, you are, Monty.""Yes, I am," he conceded, aware that he couldn't fool his old friend. "Then how do we start? Let's get you elected as the newest Representative from the great state of California.""Can we finish dinner first, then relaunch my primary campaign?"At the table in the trendy burger bistro, Gretel crossed...

  Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God...

Before stepping to the podium, Annette looked into the eyes of her wife and remembered so much. Their first meeting was certainly unusual. Getting hit on usually doesn’t involve a car, a hit-and-run accident, and waking up with a beautiful girl holding your head in her lap as the ambulance arrives. The weirdest part was not having to tell her about your nature because she could see it plain as day, breasts and a cock didn...

  Claire was delighted to see Alison back at the Academy, and gave her a long sloppy tongue-suck the moment she reappeared in the Money Lab. That she appeared hand-in-hand with Eva was a shock, and elicited a twinge of jealousy at first – but Alison deflected it with another of her mother’s unassailable moral aphorisms: “The fruits of fucking are joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, gentleness…” “Oh shut up, Al. H...

  Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year career in fucking? Perhaps when that stupid girl from Fuckham had accidentally lost a marble up her ass – oh, the hours nurse Cat had spent trying to retrieve it! Cunts chuckled… Or no, even worse...

I met Lisa at a political rally. She was standing behind me, cheering wildly, almost obnoxiously as the speaker revved up the crowd. I had gone with a friend, who left me alone while she charged off to network with fellow revelers, leaving me all alone in the grandstands. Lisa was a fiery red head, with steely blue eyes, a loud mouth, and an intense disposition when it came to politics. Her t-shirt screamed “look at me”,...