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Gateways: Doors Into Chaos.     The early aughts were an intriguing period for Star Trek books, as shows like DS9 concluded, Voyager continued to air, and TNG continued to produce films. The literary landscape truly embraced experimentation and explored new avenues. In this episode of Literary Treks hosts Casey Pettitt and Jonathan Koan continue the Gateways series with Doors Into Chaos. We discuss this feeling like a beginning, getting lucky, crew movement, used well, Riker, connections, Picard, the conference, building excitement, our ratings and final thoughts.  In the news we talk about the Ring of Fire blurb, comic news, Lower Deck comic reviews and some sad news.    News Ring of Fire Blurb (00:02:33) Comic News (00:07:06) Lower Decks Comic Reviews (00:11:59) Sad News (00:22:24)                Feature: Doors Into Chaos Feels Like the Beginning (00:27:16) Getting Lucky (00:37:18) Crew Movement (00:38:18) Used Well (00:41:12) Riker (00:43:37) Connections (00:47:05) Picard (00:51:57) The Conference (00:55:15) Building Excitement (01:01:39) Ratings (01:06:39) Final Thoughts (01:08:54)      Hosts Casey Pettitt and Jonathan Koan  Production Matthew Rushing (Editor and Producer) C Bryan Jones (Executive Producer) Greg Rozier (Associate Producer) Casey Pettitt (Associate Producer)

Gateways: Doors Into Chaos. The early aughts were an intriguing period for Star Trek books, as shows like DS9 concluded, Voyager continued to air, and TNG continued to produce films. The literary landscape truly embraced experimentation and explored new avenues. In this episode of Literary Treks hosts Casey Pettitt and Jonathan Koan continue the Gateways series with Doors Into Chaos. We discuss this feeling like a beginning, getting lucky, crew movement, used well, Riker, connections, Picard, the conference, building excitement, our ratings and final thoughts. In the news we talk about the Ring of Fire blurb, comic news, Lower Deck comic reviews and some sad news. News Ring of Fire Blurb (00:02:33) Comic News (00:07:06) Lower Decks Comic Reviews (00:11:59) Sad News (00:22:24) Feature: Doors Into Chaos Feels Like the Beginning (00:27:16) Getting Lucky (00:37:18) Crew Movement (00:38:18) Used Well (00:41:12) Riker (00:43:37) Connections (00:47:05) Picard (00:51:57) The Conference (00:55:15) Building Excitement (01:01:39) Ratings (01:06:39) Final Thoughts (01:08:54) Hosts Casey Pettitt and Jonathan Koan Production Matthew Rushing (Editor and Producer) C Bryan Jones (Executive Producer) Greg Rozier (Associate Producer) Casey Pettitt (Associate Producer)

I sit down with my husband Bert, to talk about our recent trip to Paris and Spain.   Bert's new special “Lucky” is streaming now on Netflix! Leave us a voicemail at (818) 949-8536 --------------------------------------------------- Sponsors Lightstrike - Learn more about Lightstrike at https://Drinklightstrike.com or follow on TikTok and Instagram @drinklightstrike. Shopify - Go to https://shopify.com/wife to upgrade your selling today. --------------------------------------------------- Our Next book club will be “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” by John Berendt https://amzn.to/4ijx9md https://bookshop.org/a/97615/9780679751526 --------------------------------------------------- LeeAnn Kreischer talks to friends about marriage, family, and being married to the life of the party, comedian Bert Kreischer! --------------------------------------------------- FOLLOW LEEANN: Facebook▶ https://www.facebook.com/wifeotp  Instagram▶ https://www.instagram.com/leeannkreischer  iTunes▶ podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/wife-of-the-party/id1343348729  Official Website & MERCH▶ https://www.wifeotp.com Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review the podcast! #wifeoftheparty #podcast #leeannkreischer #bertandleeann       Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ever wonder why some people always seem to stumble into good luck while you trip over your own shoelaces? In this episode of Unoriginal Thoughts, we're breaking down some stories of good fortune—whether it's actually real, just a series of happy accidents, or an elaborate prank the universe plays on us. Do lucky socks actually work? Can you manifest winning the lottery? And most importantly, how do we become those people who always find $20 on the ground? Tune in for some wild stories.

CLIP- Getting Lucky full 676 Mon, 17 Mar 2025 16:49:53 +0000 yo1WfzveCcRaxVJZdRxhtuC0Tq3IpAiE society & culture Klein/Ally Show: The Podcast society & culture CLIP- Getting Lucky Klein.Ally.Show on KROQ is more than just a "dynamic, irreverent morning radio show that mixes humor, pop culture, and unpredictable conversation with a heavy dose of realness." (but thanks for that quote anyway). Hosted by Klein, Ally, and a cast of weirdos (both on the team and from their audience), the show is known for its raw, offbeat style, offering a mix of sarcastic banter, candid interviews, and an unfiltered take on everything from culture to the chaos of everyday life. With a loyal, engaged fanbase and an addiction for pushing boundaries, the show delivers the perfect blend of humor and insight, all while keeping things fun, fresh, and sometimes a little bit illegal. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Society & Culture False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-link=https%3A%2F%2Frss.amperw

On today's show, we're chatting with Mackii Shaye, who calls herself a real life Valley Girl, major magazine collector, and former model. After working a lot of different jobs in the fashion industry, she took a leap to start her own vintage, shop Little Oyster Club We chat about collecting magazines, and Mackii's love for ‘as seen on TV' fashion pieces from the early 2000s — so many “oh my gosh, I remember that!!” moments from pop culture, and it's a fun one, and I think you're really gonna love it –  so let's dive right in!  DISCUSSED IN THE EPISODE: [2:35] Growing up on Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen's style, and obsessing over 90s and Y2K pop culture. [4:31] Getting into indie style, modelling, and collecting magazines in high school. [11:46] Specializing in early 2000s ‘as seen on TV' fashion moments [17:54] Starting her vintage shop, Little Oyster Club [27:00] Going to Kathy Hilton's closet sale [33:53] Her J'adore Dior tank she'll never part with [35:02] Mackii's decades long obsession with Juicy Couture EPISODE MENTIONS:  Little Oyster Club Mackii's Instagram Mackii's TikTok NYLON Magazine in 2006 with Ashley Olsen Wasteland Kaley Cuoco as Bridget Hennessy from 8 Simple Rules Lorelei in Custo at Rory's birthday Rory's ‘Reading is Sexy' tee Lorelei's ‘Yoga Kills' tee Carrie's ‘I have Nothing to Wear' tee Toby Mott @culturaltraffic @macyeleni Macy Eleni on Pre-Loved Podcast Suki Waterhouse in shorts and tights Jamie Dornan and Kiera Knightley @voulezvous Lorelei's kitty Princess tee  Mackii's Joomi Joolz collection Steph Ermer Steph Ermer on Pre-Loved Podcast Addison Rae wearing the Electric Barbarella pants Avril's Getting Lucky in Kentucky tee @misss2005 Second Chances by Macy Eleni LET'S CONNECT: 

In this episode, we sit down with Jansen Teng, co-founder of Virtuals, the leading AI agent protocol on Base, valued at nearly $1 billion.Jansen breaks down how AI agents are changing the game in crypto, why some AI agents are making millions, and how early adopters can position themselves for life-changing returns. He shares insights on AI-powered businesses, digital nations, and the future of autonomous economies - all happening faster than you think.PARTNERS

Today we're running a podcast that I guested on in September of 2024 called “Networking and Marketing Made Simple.” The show focuses on how LinkedIn can be used to grow your business. It's hosted by Scott Aaron, who for the last seven months was my LinkedIn coach, an experience that is already paying dividends in [...]

This Pink Cloud Podcast (Addiction, Recovery, Mental Health)This Pink Cloud S6E8 In this compelling episode of This Pink Cloud, DJ Kelly Reverb and Chad LeMans sit down with the inspiring Sevara Tyrrell, who opens up about her transformative journey into sobriety. Join the trio as they dive into Sevara's candid account of navigating life's challenges, sharing her trials and errors along the way.From her exhilarating DJ gigs in Las Vegas alongside adult actress Brittney Andrews to her eclectic travels that have taken her from New York to Paris, and even to the heart of Kentucky, Sevara's story is one of resilience and self-discovery. Learn how she has harnessed therapy and physical fitness to maintain her sobriety while pursuing her passion for music.Whether you're curious about the balancing act of a DJ's lifestyle, seeking motivation in your own journey, or wanting a glimpse into the vibrant world of nightlife, this episode is packed with encouragement, laughter, and the real talk we all need. Tune in for an unforgettable conversation filled with wisdom, inspiration, and the beats that keep us moving forward! Catch it on your favorite podcast platform!CHECK OUT- Shelia Williamson's book (Two Calls) and contact them directly for speaking inquires ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twocalls.org/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - t shirts available at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.djkellyreverb.com/shop⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠#Podcast #Inspiration #MentalHealth #Recovery #djlife #edmmusic #SoberLiving #Resilience #PersonalGrowth #MusicCommunity #Storytelling #CreativeJourney #LiveYourTruth #RaveCulture #ChefLife #DallasEats #PTSDRecovery #SubstanceAbuseAwareness #RecoveryJourney

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This week on Seeds of Success Dottie & Orly explore the theme of 'Getting Lucky' in the context of entertainment centers, particularly bowling centers. They discuss how creating unexpected moments of luck for customers can enhance their experience and lead to positive word-of-mouth. The conversation covers various chance games, the importance of themed promotions, and how to engage customers effectively to ensure they leave with a sense of joy and excitement.

Send us a textThis Week on the Podcast Richards Sparks stops by to discuss his new book New Rules New Realm. In this clip, he talks about the writing not being right for one story but might belong to another story. ****Richard Sparks was born in England, and a graduate of Oxford University (Exeter College, where, like both JRR Tolkien and Philip Pullman before him, he studied English Language and Literature), Richard started out as a writer of stage plays, comedy revues and TV, for such shows as Not the Nine O'clock News. Rowan Atkinson performed his Schoolmaster sketch in John Cleese's The Secret Policeman's Ball. UK TV credits include The Famous Five, The Flying Kiwi, The Optimist, The Worst of Hollywood, and a lot of script editing. On being hired by Columbia Pictures TV, Richard moved with his family to Los Angeles. His lyrics have been recorded by talents as diverse as Dom de Luise, Eric Idle, Vanessa Williams, and Plácido Domingo. He has written libretti for several new operas composed by Lee Holdridge (TV's Beauty and the Beast, et al.), produced by the LA Opera, as well as writing new English versions of German and Italian classics. His non-fiction books, Diary of a Mad Poker Player, and its sequel, Getting Lucky, chronicle his adventures in the poker boom of the 2000s. Along the Cherry Lane is his biography of the music producer, Milt Okun.“High Adventure Spiced with Low Comedy,” inspired by his love of online role-playing games, New Rock New Role is the first of four volumes Richard has written so far in the New Rock fantasy series and is his fiction debut. The Next book in the series is New Rock New Realm.Support the show

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. "Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. "This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good. I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap. The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one. My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. "He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me. "Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her. "I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee. I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!" She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success. She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out. At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys. Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did. Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction. Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out. Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt. Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat. "It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage." She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?" I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag. "Absolutely," I told her. The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?" "Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze. I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot. Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist. "You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen. I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me." She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness. I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape' curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row. I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape' was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us. My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space. She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair. I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?" "Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me. I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings. Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening! She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely. I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on. I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out. Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state. My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I. I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her. She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good. I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more. My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds. I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release. My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. "Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding. I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy." Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds. When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. "Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand. We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother. But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps. I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far. She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away. "I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy!" Damn. What a woman. It looked so good, I had to taste her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium. I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations. I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon. I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge. "I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place. She wiggled her hips. "It's safe." It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde CEO's insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me. "Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done." I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions. I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business. By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others. One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?" "I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. "What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings. "Mostly just hanging out," she told me. I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out." Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact. "What do you do?" I asked. She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered. "Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her. She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying. She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely. As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age. Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact. I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. "Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. "This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good. I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap. The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one. My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. "He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me. "Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her. "I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee. I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!" She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success. She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out. At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys. Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did. Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction. Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out. Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt. Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat. "It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage." She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?" I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag. "Absolutely," I told her. The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?" "Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze. I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot. Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist. "You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen. I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me." She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness. I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape' curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row. I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape' was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us. My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space. She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair. I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?" "Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me. I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings. Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening! She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely. I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on. I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out. Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state. My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I. I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her. She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good. I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more. My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds. I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release. My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. "Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding. I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy." Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds. When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. "Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand. We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother. But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps. I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far. She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away. "I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy!" Damn. What a woman. It looked so good, I had to taste her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium. I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations. I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon. I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge. "I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place. She wiggled her hips. "It's safe." It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde CEO's insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me. "Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done." I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions. I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica

We create our own luck. 

In this episode, I sit down with Haseeb Qureshi, managing partner at Dragonfly, a global crypto-focused investment fund. From his fascinating journey as a professional poker player to becoming one of crypto's most respected investors, Haseeb shares deep insights about finding success in Web3, the art of venture investing, and how to build lasting influence in the space.' This episode covers: • Turning Crypto Into a Team Sport • The Weirdo Advantage in Crypto • Why Money Doesn't Buy Happiness • Imposter Syndrome • How to Make It In Crypto • What New Investors Always Get Wrong • Outsider Advantage in Investing • From Rockstar to Outcast in Crypto & much more! __________________________________ PARTNERS

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In this episode, we explore the transformative intersection of AI, crypto, and mental health with Weekee Tiew, co-founder of Virtuals, a leading AI agents protocol valued at nearly $2.5 billion. From autonomous AI agents employing humans to the concept of digital nations, Weekee shares deep insights into how AI is reshaping our digital future. This episode covers: - Fascination of AI - Why does Crypto AI Matter? - Why AI Agents Matter - What is Virtuals? - Luna: AI Agents Hiring Humans - Network State & Why it Matters - AI Agents Running Businesses - The Future of AI Agents - Base or Solana - Where is Hyperliquid Going? A thought-provoking conversation about the future of AI, crypto, and human interaction.

On the final episode of Signal or Noise for 2024, Charlie and Peter switch things up by sharing 10 lessons from entrepreneur and investor Naval Ravikant on how to get rich without getting lucky. They explore the connections between wealth, money and status and discuss the importance of owning equity to compound wealth — a principle that extends beyond finances. Charlie and Peter also discuss the power of specialization in creating wealth and the role intelligence, energy and integrity play in setting yourself up for success in 2025. 

The party embarks on a daring rescue operation. Vigilance is an Actual Play of the Liberty: AFTER roleplaying game. This episode features many of our friends from The Lucky Die Podcast! Credits: Story by Travis Vengroff (The Game Master) Editing and Writing Assistance by K.A. Statz Produced, Edited, with Sound Design by Travis Vengroff Mixing & Mastering by Brandon Strader Cast: Narrator / Game Master :: Wayne June Cassius Tsogot :: Caitlin Buckley Sylvanus Claerhaut :: Peter Lewis Diana Azad :: Kaitlin Statz Horatius McBride :: Sean Francis Flik :: Daniel Thoreson Corners :: Eyþór Viðarsson Pep :: Sarah Golding Hauk :: Heather McLellan Lucky 8 :: Travis Vengroff Vomiting Lucky 8 :: Kessi Riliniki  Estro :: Neil Martin Teal :: Hem Cleveland Lizzy :: Tanja Milojevic Vigilance art by Kaitlin Statz & KC Bailey Music: “Vigilance Theme” – Arranged and Performed by Ryan McQuinn “Missing Persons” – Written and Performed by Steven Melin “Surrender” – Written and Performed by Brandon Strader This is a Fool and Scholar Production. We are a two person creative team and we can only create this show because of fan support! Please support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/FoolandScholar Check out our Merch: FoolandScholar.com Special Thanks to: Our Patreon supporters! | Carol Vengroff | Tovusound | David Cummings Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In the pursuit of wealth and success, it is easy to become engrossed in conventional wisdom and the pressure to comply with industry standards. True success, on the other hand, is frequently characterized by your ability to stand out rather than fit in. Long-term success is based on a strong blend of competence and authenticity. The world is hungry for people who are genuinely skilled and capable, and if you can consistently deliver on your promises, you can carve out a distinct place for yourself, even if your approach is unconventional. Today, we are joined by Eric Jorgenson to talk about how to get rich without getting lucky.  Eric is the CEO of Scribe Media, the largest Professional Publisher. Scribe helps entrepreneurs, executives, and experts write, publish, and market their books. Eric is the author of  The Almanack of Naval Ravikant, A Guide to Wealth and Happiness, and The Anthology of Balaji. He has sold over 1 million copies. He is also an investor in dozens of deep-tech startups through Rolling Fun. Eric writes at ejorgenson.com and hosts the podcast, Smart Friends. His blog has educated and entertained more than one million readers since 2014. He is on a quest to create—and eat—the perfect sandwich. Eric's next project coming in 2025 is The Book of Elon Musk.   EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS [05:27] The importance of identifying and reflecting on the principles that guide your life. [07:40] The difference between seeking wealth versus seeking status. [11:15] The broader definition of wealth.  [15:17] The impact of mindset: optimism vs. pessimism.  [20:49] The importance of complementary skills in building successful partnerships. [24:48] The definition of accountability.  [30:13] The types of leverage.  [33:59] The importance of leverage in business and the need to attract the right people and resources.  [40:21] The importance of delegating tasks. [43:55] The value of customer experience and effective communication. [19:51] Competence and authenticity.   KEY TAKEAWAYS Focus on creating lasting value, not just seeking external validation.  Diversify your wealth by developing skills, influence, and the ability to be self-reliant. Surround yourself with optimistic, solution-oriented people who believe in progress and improvement. Recognize and leverage your strengths while seeking out partnerships with those whose skills complement yours. Focus on building leverage in multiple areas. Focus on tasks that only you can do and delegate the rest.  Go beyond basic service and focus on providing an exceptional customer experience. Embrace your unique style and authenticity, but make sure your competence backs it up.   RESOURCES Connect with Eric Jorgenson LinkedIn - linkedin.com/in/erjorgenson  Website - ejorgenson.com/  Instagram - instagram.com/erjorgenson/  Twitter - x.com/EricJorgenson  Goodreads - goodreads.com/author/show/4029970.Eric_Jorgenson    THE SHIFT Imagine making the shift from building projects to truly leading people. You've taken projects from start to finish—now it's time to build a team of people who can do the same. In construction, authentic leadership goes beyond managing tasks; it's about inspiring and guiding people. The Shift: Move from Project Builder to People Leader is a no-BS, hands-on course I designed specifically for construction professionals ready to make that transition. The Shift is all about mastering the skills that matter: Direct, clear communication. Handling tough conversations with confidence. Guiding your team toward quick, practical solutions. Setting the standard for high performance. And let's be honest—you're busy. That's why I'll also give you the tools to manage your time and energy efficiently so you can lead without getting overwhelmed. This course combines a self-paced masterclass with highly practical materials to help you shift from managing projects to leading people. Click the link to learn more about The Shift, including a detailed description, free bonuses, and testimonials from construction leaders like you who have already made the shift: https://theshift.constructiongenius.com/     Are people problems eroding your company's profits? Discover proven strategies to lead, strategize, and sell effectively, ensuring your projects stay profitable. Elevate your construction business by purchasing Construction Genius: Effective, Hands-On, Practical, Simple, No-BS Leadership, Strategy, Sales, and Marketing Advice for Construction Companies today and turn your people problems into profit!: www.amazon.com/Construction-Genius-Effective-Hands-Leadership/dp/B0BHTRDY1T/ Is an executive or leader in your company struggling? Reach out to Eric to discuss how his transformative executive coaching approach can help. Schedule a 10 minute call with Eric today to learn more: 10minuteswitheric.youcanbook.me  

Hour one of DJ & PK for November 29, 2024: What is Trending Hot Takes or Toast Will the BYU Cougars get lucky?

Anthony Pompliano, Founder & CEO of Professional Capital Management, is an entrepreneur and investor known for his impact in the cryptocurrency and blockchain sectors. As co-founder of Morgan Creek Digital Assets, he focuses on digital asset investments. Pompliano has built and sold several successful businesses, invested in around 200 companies, and advocates for Bitcoin and decentralized finance through a major financial media platform. He has been featured in top publications like The Wall Street Journal and Bloomberg and is a recognized speaker at industry conferences. TIMESTAMPS: 00:00 - Introduction 01:23 - Mindset 04:12 - Balancing career and life 07:35 - Power Law 09:33 - The Art of Focusing 15:00 - Personal Responsibility 16:35 - Lessons from being in the Army 24:46 - There is no "Business-problems" there are only "People-Problems" 27:29 - How do you decide what mountains to climb 35:50 - How can you instill curiosity 40:28 - Adding Value 44:49 - Ethics 53:19 - How do you break old habits 57:40 - Anthony's platform Get Anthony's book: https://www.amazon.com/Live-Extraordinary-Life-Anthony-Pompliano/dp/0857199927/ Watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/vHrUablynhg Connect on IG: https://instagram.com/heyseankim

Joe McCann is the Founder, CEO & CIO of Asymmetric, 2023's top performing Hedge Fund globally. Joe is an early Solana investor and is most known his ‘Depression or Memecoins to $1 Trillion' thesis. In this episode, we explore: - Who is Joe McCann? - Autism and Trauma in Crypto Founders - Why Self-Reflection Matters - Importance of being Skeptical - Risk Management and Exit Plans - Macro Trends Driving Crypto - Secrets to Thriving in Crypto - Embracing the Pain of Trading - Maximizing meme coin returns - Crypto as Alternative Finance - Biggest Prediction Next 12 Months And much more! __________________________________ FOLLOW JOE MCCANN • Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/likebutforserious/ • Twitter: https://x.com/joemccann • LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/amazing-opportunity/ FOLLOW KEVIN & WHEN SHIFT HAPPENS

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In this episode, I talk about how we create our own luck, why the Internet gives us all the leverage we need, how we don't need permission to create, why there's never been a better time to create our own unique path, building leverage for ourselves, why old systems are not working, where we really learn to build our business and more.Follow me on Instagram @mattgottesmanJump on my weekly texts for the soul here 480-530-7352My writing mattgottesman.substack.com → Apparel (The Niche is You™) - Designs by me - thenicheisyou.com→ Recommended Book List - CLICK HEREFREE WORKSHOPS:→ Need MORE clarity? - Here's the FREE… 6 Days to Clarity Workshop - clarity for your time, energy, money, creativity, work & play→ Need MORE focus? - Here's our FREE Goal Planning Workshop 1-page templates for focus, priorities & defining clear, actionable next steps→ Need MORE money? - Here's our FREE Get Paid For Your Genius Workshop - steps to align your value with what you get paidMASTERCLASSES:→ Write, Design, Build: Content Creator Studio & OS - Growing the niche of you, your audience, reach, voice, passion & incomeCOMMUNITIES:→ Need a CREW to run with? - Join our… Build 1 Thing Creator Community (Weekly Live Coaching & Monthly Workshops) - Get unstuck, avoid burnout, hack habits, create & execute fluidly… accountability & growth group for artists, creatives and entrepreneurs.OTHER RELATED EPISODES:It Only Feels Hard Because It's UnfamiliarApple: https://apple.co/3XkV0ZlSpotify: https://spoti.fi/3zcMaVG

Jason is a full-time crypto native angel investor and the Co-Founder of Tangent, an evergreen prop investment firm that supports founders in both early-stage and liquid crypto markets. He is also the Host at the  @theblockcrunchpodcast  and was previously a General Partner at Spartan Capital, one of Asia's first institutional crypto funds. He co-led investments in over 80 companies and helped scale the Spartan fund from $9M in to $500M in Assets under management. In this conversation, we dive into: - Discovering Crypto - Biggest Loss Ever - How to get Rich in Crypto without Luck: key principles - Dunning-Kruger Effect in Crypto - Unpopular Crypto Beliefs And much more! __________________________________ PARTNERS

➡️Mehr erfahren über den Invesco FTSE All-World: https://link.finanzfluss.de/pc/invesco-ftse-all-world-24-07 * Bei einer Anlage in diesen Fonds handelt es sich um den Erwerb von Anteilen an einem passiv verwalteten, indexnachbildenden Fonds und nicht um den Erwerb der Vermögenswerte, die vom Fonds gehalten werden. Wichtige Informationen zum Produkt, dieser Anzeige, dem Werbepartner Invesco und wesentliche Risiken: https://link.finanzfluss.de/pc/invesco-disclaimer-07-24 * Wie wird man eigentlich reich? Die einfachsten Möglichkeiten sind Erben oder im Lotto gewinnen, aber das hängt von familiären Umständen oder einer großen Portion Glück ab. In dieser Podcastfolge haben wir eine Serie von Tweets eines amerikanischen Investors und Milliardärs analysiert, der sich genau mit dieser Frage beschäftigt hat. Erfahre die wichtigsten Kernaussagen und Tipps, wie man reich werden kann, ohne auf Glück angewiesen zu sein. Viel Spaß beim Zuhören! ➡️ Zur LINKBOX (Links zu unseren Produkten und Werbepartnern): https://www.finanzfluss.de/podcast-linkbox/ ℹ️ Weitere Infos zur Folge: Diese Folge als Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRfsweXReN0 Tweet Storm von Naval Ravikant: https://x.com/naval/status/1002103360646823936

Content warning: Pet loss/pet deathJoin Jessica Sterling (@thejesssterling) and Sara Fergenson (@sarafergenson) as they chat about Season 2 Episode 7 of Felicity, Getting Lucky. They give Noel props for being a great friend, Sara obsesses over Javier's cat, Mami, and get into the sad story of Lucky the dog.Email us at shit90spod@gmail.comVisit our website at www.shit90spod.comSpecial thanks to JD McGuire (@jdmcguire) for our theme song!Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Just ask the Great Caruso: Feeling good leads to getting lucky. After celebrating his great Great One find, we stay with the feeling for a dive into Al Rosen, one of only five all-stars to homer twice in one All-Star Game. We also honor Eli Wolff, the disabilities activist who helped lead the MLB change from the Disabled List to the Injured List. Then, we go deep with commercials for "Lite Beer from Miller," "IBM Presents: You Make the Call," and "Alcoa Presents: Fantastic Finishes." We finish with my favorite Fantastic Finish: Tom Dempsey's game-winning, record-setting 63-yard field goal. And he kicked it despite having only half a fight foot! We end with an up-close look at the custom shoe that helped Dempsey set a record that stood for over 40 years. #baseballcards #vintagebaseballcards #sportscards #nostalgia #cardcollector #thehobby #1980s

Are you feeling lucky? Well......maybe after this book you might. Welcome to the last special of March. We are bringing you a leprechaun with some questionable luck and a woman who thinks he's rude.TikTok: the_smuttybookclubInstagram: smutty_bookclub040Email: thesmuttybookclub04@gmail.comIntro and Outro Music: Your Nightmares Are Lame- Kooma

The gang delves into the bizarre sex comedy where an alcoholic Leprechaun shrinks a nerd down and he gets stuck inside a cheerleader's panties. And, I'm not kidding. Welcome to the strange world of Director Michael Paul Girard with Getting Lucky (1989)! Plus: Urine Therapy, Battle of the Bands, and more! Join our Patreon if you can! Hey, why not call us on our hotline? (724) 246-4669!

Getting Lucky in Philly Sports on St. Patrick's Day | PM in the AM   Check out our website at https://eopsports.com/ Subscribe to the newsletter at: https://eopsports.com/newsletter-sign-up/ Contact us at: https://eopsports.com/contact/ Linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/EdgeofPhilly   Follow Us on social media at: ·         Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Edgeofphillysports ·         Twitter: https://twitter.com/EOPsports ·         TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@edge_of_philly_sports ·         IG: https://www.instagram.com/__edge_of_philly_sports_/ ·         Discord: https://discord.gg/n8ya5A9D ·         Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@EdgeOfPhilly/   Podcast: ·         Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/edge-of-philly-sports/id1478680679 ·         Google: https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9lZGdlb2ZwaGlsbHlzcG9ydHMubGlic3luLmNvbS9yc3M= ·         Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4C7cP87NUrLkR8bTF7cbKK ·         RSS Feed: https://edgeofphillysports.libsyn.com/rss Grab Some EoP Merch at: https://eopsports.com/shop/  

The crew has taken up Doubt's offer to try and fix her connection to luck. IN doing so, they leap into the unknown and face some haunting trials

On this episode of the podcast, I sit down with Author, screenwriter, and a man of many talents Richard Sparks to talk about his new novel, New Rock New Role. *****                                                                                Born in England, and a graduate of Oxford University (Exeter College, where, like both JRR Tolkien and Philip Pullman before him, he studied English Language and Literature), Richard started out as a writer of stage plays, comedy revues and TV, for such shows as Not the Nine O'clock News. Rowan Atkinson performed his Schoolmaster sketch in John Cleese's The Secret Policeman's Ball. UK TV credits include The Famous Five, The Flying Kiwi, The Optimist, The Worst of Hollywood, and a lot of script editing. On being hired by Columbia Pictures TV, Richard moved with his family to Los Angeles. His lyrics have been recorded by talents as diverse as Dom de Luise, Eric Idle, Vanessa Williams and Plácido Domingo. He has written libretti for several new operas composed by Lee Holdridge (TV's Beauty and the Beast, et al.), produced by the LA Opera, as well writing new English versions of German and Italian classics. His non-fiction books, Diary of a Mad Poker Player, and its sequel, Getting Lucky, chronicle his adventures in the poker boom of the 2000's. Along the Cherry Lane is his biography of the music producer, Milt Okun.“High Adventure Spiced with Low Comedy,” inspired by his love of online role-playing games, New Rock New Role is the first of four volumes Richard has written so far in the New Rock fantasy series, and is his fiction debut. Website:  https://richardsparks.com/            ********If you would like to contact the show about being a guest please email us at Dauna@betertopodcast.comFollow us on Social MediaThis episode is on YouTube: https://youtu.be/_Fm2Ce6dcmUInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/author_d.m.needom/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bettertopodcastwithdmneedomHave a question or want to be a guest on the podcast email: dauna@bettertopodcast.comHave a question for our producer Rich Zei contact him at rich.zei@thirdearaudio.comIntro and Outro music compliments of Fast SuziTo see upcoming guests click here: https://www.dmneedom.com/better-topodcast©2024 Better To...Podcast with D. M.NeedomSupport the show

Austin shares how you can land your dream job without relying on luck!Time Stamped Show Notes:[0:30] - Don't ‘hitchhike' to your next job[1:47] - Get clear on where you're going[3:18] - List 10-15 target companies[4:56] - Find 10-15 contacts at each of your target companies[6:20] - Build relationships with your contacts[10:54] - Build a VVP (Value Validation Project)Free Masterclass: Land Your Dream Job In 10 Weeks (Without Applying Online)!Ask Austin Anything (And Have Him Answer Live On The Podcast!)Click here to submit your question.Want To Level Up Your Job Search?Click here to learn more about 1:1 career coaching to help you land your dream job without applying online.Check out Austin's courses and, as a thank you for listening to the show, use the code PODCAST to get 5% off any digital course:The Interview Preparation System - Austin's proven, all-in-one process for turning your next job interview into a job offer.Value Validation Project Starter Kit - Everything you need to create a job-winning VVP that will blow hiring managers away and set you apart from the competition.No Experience, No Problem - Austin's proven framework for building the skills and experience you need to break into a new industry (even if you have *zero* experience right now).Try Austin's Job Search ToolsResyBuild.io - Build a beautiful, job-winning resume in minutes.ResyMatch.io - Score your resume vs. your target job description and get feedback.ResyBullet.io - Learn how to write attention grabbing resume bullets.Mailscoop.io - Find anyone's professional email in seconds.Connect with Austin for daily job search content:Cultivated CultureLinkedInTwitterThanks for listening!

Hunter, Jeremy and Dane sit down and talk their NWTF banquet experience. Somehow Both Dane and Jeremy manage to pull two new dream guns by pure luck and Shay saving the day.  Join the Community on Facebook Big Red Hunters Fans/Forums 

Episode 101: I'm going to be reading quite possibly the most viral twitter thread in the world of business ever. In 2018, Naval Ravikant, wrote “How to Get Rich (Without Getting Lucky),” a 40-tweet thread that covers everything from what wealth is & what it isn't to the power of leverage to finding your specific knowledge to the power of optimism. For those who don't know him, Naval is the founder of AngelList as well as a prolific angel investor and writer. I'm going to read tweet by tweet, stop and analyze a select few that struck me as particularly interesting & then continue on with the thread. Full thread: https://twitter.com/naval/status/1002103360646823936  Send us an email and let us know what you think of the idea! foundersjournal@morningbrew.com #FoundersJournal #Startups #Entrepreneur Listen to Founder's Journal here: https://link.chtbl.com/OV4W93_W Watch Founder's Journal here: https://www.youtube.com/@FoundersJournal/  Subscribe to Morning Brew! Sign up for free today: https://bit.ly/morningbrewyt Follow The Brew! Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/morningbrew/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/MorningBrew Tik Tok - https://www.tiktok.com/@morningbrew Follow Alex! Alex Lieberman (@businessbarista) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Richard Sparks has been successful in so much of his work from writing The Schoolmaster, performed by Rowan Atkinson, to aiding an opera singer to launch her career. The one area he couldn't seem to get into was fiction writing, until now that is. On today's episode, I am so excited to have writer and author Richard Sparks on the show to discuss his prior pieces of work as well as his new fantasy novel! Richard shares what it was like to work with John Cleese, Rowan Atkinson, and others. At the end of the episode, we hear a clip from his new fantasy story, New Rock New Role that talks about a man who gets sucked into a video game and is trying to understand how he got there. This is Richard's take on how it would feel to be a character in one of the games that he frequently plays. The clip we hear is from early on in the book and series, and there is more to come! Grab a free audio book chapter and ebook chapter or buy the full novel released December 12 on his website - www.richardsparks.com! IN THIS EPISODE:[1:37] Richard tells us about what he's been doing and the work he's done with John Cleese, Rowan Atkinson and others.[6:38] A clip from The Schoolmaster by Richard Sparks and Rowan Atkinson.[10:14] Richard tells us about his experience in the music industry. [11:58] Richard shares about his new project, a fantasy, and how it was inspired from real life. [19:45] A clip from New Rock New Role read and written by Richard Sparks. KEY TAKEAWAYS:Richard doesn't take credit for launching people off into their careers, he says they are all a collaborative relationship, where both sides are needed to be successful. Comedy is fear and pain and misery and disasters and things going wrong and people falling into puddles and betrayals and miscommunications and what good adventure isn't full of that.Richard struggled to become a fiction writer because he couldn't connect with the content. He has now finally embraced fiction writing now that he can use his own voice.Check out HelloFresh and use my code truefictionprojectfree for a great deal: https://www.hellofresh.com/Check out Rosetta Stone and use my code TODAY for a great deal: https://www.rosettastone.com/Fiction and Schoolmaster Credits:Excerpt written by: Richard SparksExcerpt narrated by: Richard SparksSchoolmaster Clip performed by: Rowan AtkinsonSchoolmaster Clio written by Richard SparksBIO:Born in England, and a graduate of Oxford University (Exeter College, where, like both JRR Tolkien and Philip Pullman before him, he read English), Richard started out as a writer of stage plays, comedy revues and TV, for such shows as Not the Nine o'clock News. Rowan Atkinson performed his Schoolmaster sketch in John Cleese's The Secret Policeman's Ball. UK TV credits include The Famous Five, The Flying Kiwi, The Optimist, The Worst of Hollywood, and a lot of script editing. On being hired by Columbia Pictures TV, Richard moved with his family to Los Angeles. His lyrics have been recorded by talents as diverse as Dom de Luise, Eric Idle, Vanessa Williams and Plácido Domingo. He has written libretti for several new operas composed by Lee Holdridge (TV's Beauty and the Beast, et al.), produced by the LA Opera, as well writing new English versions of German and Italian classics. His non-fiction books, Diary of a Mad Poker Player, and its sequel, Getting Lucky, chronicle his adventures in the poker boom of the 2000's. Along the Cherry Lane is his biography of the music producer, Milt Okun. “High Adventure Spiced with Low Comedy,” inspired by his love of online role-playing games, New Rock New Role is the first of four volumes Richard has written so far in the New Rock fantasy series, and is his fiction debut.Richard Spark's Website Richard Spark's FacebookRichard Spark's Instagram Buy New Rock New Role Fantasy Novel Today!Our Sponsors:* Check out HelloFresh and use my code truefictionprojectfree for a great deal: https://www.hellofresh.com/* Check out Rosetta Stone and use my code TODAY for a great deal: https://www.rosettastone.com/Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/true-fiction-project/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

It's all about sex for Clyde Griffiths as he contemplates the sensual life. Hortense Briggs is playing her little reindeer games with Clyde's heart with little regard for the pain she's causing him. Plus, your host is about to play some high-stakes Las Vegas poker. And, we learn the correct pronunciation of "gewgaw." More high stakes activity: https://www.patreon.com/michaelianblackSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Multiple key injuries in last night's Thursday Night Football game have left the door open for the Steelers to be a playoff team. Joe Burrow may miss next week's game. Mark Andrews will likely miss the remainder of the season. How do the Steelers keep getting so lucky? 

Today's episode is a breakdown and expansion of the viral thread created by @Naval titled "How To Get Rich - Without Getting Lucky"https://nav.al/Want To Quit Your Job, Build Your Own Business, And Travel / Impact The World?Check Out The Action Academy Community / Schedule A Free Intro CallLearn How To Buy Real Estate & Businesses In 5 Minutes Per Week:Join Our Weekly Newsletter Follow Me As I Travel & Build:Twitter @theactionpodIG @brianluebbenTiktok @brianluebben

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Join us today for an important episode of Business Brain, where we dive into a series of Tweets by Naval Ravikant. Learn how to exponentially impact your ability to find success and build wealth with these tips. It's a great episode to learn how to Tune our Business Brains! 00:00:00 […] The post How to Get Rich Without Getting Lucky – Business Brain 459 appeared first on Business Brain - The Entrepreneurs' Podcast.

Austin shares how you can land your dream job without relying on luck!Time Stamped Show Notes:[0:30] - Don't ‘hitchhike' to your next job[1:47] - Get clear on where you're going[3:18] - List 10-15 target companies[4:56] - Find 10-15 contacts at each of your target companies[6:20] - Build relationships with your contacts[10:54] - Build a VVP (Value Validation Project)Ask Austin Anything (And Have Him Answer Live On The Podcast!)Click here to submit your question.Want To Level Up Your Job Search?Click here to learn more about 1:1 career coaching to help you land your dream job without applying online.Check out Austin's courses and, as a thank you for listening to the show, use the code PODCAST to get 5% off any digital course:The Interview Preparation System - Austin's proven, all-in-one process for turning your next job interview into a job offer.Value Validation Project Starter Kit - Everything you need to create a job-winning VVP that will blow hiring managers away and set you apart from the competition.No Experience, No Problem - Austin's proven framework for building the skills and experience you need to break into a new industry (even if you have *zero* experience right now).Try Austin's Job Search ToolsResyBuild.io - Build a beautiful, job-winning resume in minutes.ResyMatch.io - Score your resume vs. your target job description and get feedback.ResyBullet.io - Learn how to write attention grabbing resume bullets.Mailscoop.io - Find anyone's professional email in seconds.Connect with Austin for daily job search content:Cultivated CultureLinkedInTwitterThanks for listening!

Today's episode is a breakdown and expansion of the viral thread created by @Naval titled "How To Get Rich - Without Getting Lucky"https://nav.al/Listening To A Podcast Won't Help You Hit "Financial Freedom".If you want the community, support, accountability, mentorship, and step by step playbook for your freedom in 12 months or less, apply below!Join Us: Apply For The Action Academy CommunityFor Frameworks, Freedom Tips, and Millionaire Financial Breakdowns:Join Our Weekly NewsletterTo Watch These Interviews In Video Format:Subscribe To Our Youtube Channel Twitter @theactionpodIG @brianluebbenTiktok @brianluebben

In this episode, I talk about luck and how we can control more of it than we think. I talk about the 3 different ways we can literally get lucky in life.My new book "That's Bold of You" is available now on Amazon!Text me: 312-584-4002Instagram: @case.kenny