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In this inspiring episode, Kim Lisa Taylor sits down with fellow summit co-creator Vinki Loomba to share the vision behind the Go Beyond Multifamily Summit. More than just another real estate event, this summit represents a bold new direction—one that challenges the status quo and opens doors to wealth-building strategies beyond traditional multifamily investing. Kim and Vinki reveal what this event means to them personally, why they felt called to launch it now, and how it reflects their deeper mission to empower others to grow, diversify, and build legacy wealth. If you're feeling boxed in by the usual real estate routes, this conversation will expand your perspective and show you what's possible when you go beyond. Chapters: Introduction and Event Overview (00:00:00)Krisha Young introduces the podcast discussing the Go Beyond Multifamily summit, featuring Kim Lisa Taylor and Vinki Loomba as co-creators. The event aims to challenge traditional real estate investing approaches and open new wealth-building opportunities.Origin Story and Market Gap (00:02:39)Kim Lisa Taylor shares her journey into real estate investing, starting from the Learning Annex event, her experience in HUD projects, and identifying the need for education in alternative asset classes beyond multifamily investing.Vinki Loomba's Background and Approach (00:51:39)Vinki describes her transition from corporate executive to real estate investor, founding Loomba Investment Group, and her approach to building relationships with investors beyond transactions.Alternative Asset Classes Discussion (00:10:43)The speakers outline various investment opportunities beyond multifamily, including mobile home parks, RV parks, marinas, vineyards, car washes, resorts, and medical offices, emphasizing the importance of diversification.Summit Details and Speaker Lineup (00:42:54)Discussion of the virtual summit scheduled for June 6th-7th, 2025, featuring over 50 speakers, including industry leaders and experts in various real estate sectors and AI implementation. 

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

Send us a Text Message.In this episode, I speak with John James Santangelo on the topic of core values, dealing with failure, emotional states and setting goals.★ John's Bio: ★ John James Santangelo PhD... a nationally acclaimed speaker, NLP trainer, author and results coach has been a guiding force in empowering individuals and businesses to excel at their peak performance. He is a foremost authority in success principles & expert in the field of communication, a behavioral special​ist, NLP trainer, and a Ph.D. as a clinical hypnotherapist.John has the knowledge, experience and expertise working with companies such as Learning Annex, CSUN University, Mary Kay, RE/MAX Realtors, Well Point, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Xerox, the L.A. Sheriff's Dept., the Teamsters Union, AND months after 9/11, with the US Army counter-intelligence team.Connect with John:https://lanlp.com

In our fast-paced world, it's easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, often neglecting the things that bring us true joy and fulfillment. But what if we could slow down, take a step back, and intentionally design our lives around the things that matter most to us? In this episode, Naeemah chats with Best-Selling Author, Jennifer Ford Berry, she talks about why it's important to live intentionally. Jennifer Ford Berry is a best-selling author of 5 books, national speaker, host of The Make Room Show, and founder of The Created Order Neighborhood, an online community for women who want to create an organized life with intention and purpose.  She is a certified professional organizer and productivity life coach. Jennifer has been a guest on numerous television and radio shows. She has also been featured in many national magazines and newspapers. She is an animated speaker who has presented to the Learning Annex, corporations, churches, national conferences, mom groups, and school districts. Her mission is to teach women how to make room for what matters most in life with her unique approach. Her books include: -Make Room: take control of your space, time, energy & money to live on purpose (newest book) -Organize Now! a week-by-week plan to simplify your space & life. -Organize Now! your money, business & career  -Organize Now! a week-by-week action plan for a healthier, happier life To learn more about Jennifer and to purchase her books, visit her website www.jenniferfordberry.com To learn more about Naeemah, visit her ⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠naeemahfordgoldson.com⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Social Media! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/organizemeradio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/OrganizeMeRadio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/naeemah-ford-goldson/message

''Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Solange are just some of the achievements that my guest has create in his career. Mathew Knowles, Ph.D is the Founder of Music World Entertainment (MWE), one of the world's leading music and entertainment conglomerates, with record sales exceeding 300 million worldwide.Widely recognized in the entertainment industry for his effective approach to developing and promoting award-winning artists such as Destiny's Child, Beyoncé, and Solange, a public speaker, and author of the #1 Best Selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals and Racism from the Eye of a Child. He has also been a popular keynote speaker and guest lecturer at colleges, universities and various organizations throughout the country. This includes Berklee College of Music where he was the keynote speaker for The Formation of a Star…the DNA of Achievers and panelist for The Evolving Music Industry seminar, along with other speaking engagements at Rice University, University of Southern California, The Learning Annex, Management Leadership for Tomorrow, Billboard Music & Money Symposium, The Power of Diversity Leadership Panel Discussion, E Women's Network, Circle of Sisters, Revolt Music Conference and numerous others.Knowles is also the author of the #1 best selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals. As a self-made entrepreneur from the small town of Gadsden, Alabama he became the top salesperson at Xerox Medical Systems and then one of the world's top entertainment managers and executives in the music industry. Knowles highly enjoys motivating and educating others by sharing his knowledge and experience.2024 All Rights Reserved© 2024  BuildingAbundantSuccess!!Join me on iHeart Media ~ https://tinyurl.com/BASiHeartRadioSpotify @ https://tinyurl.com/BASonSpotifyAmazon Music ~ https://tinyurl.com/AmzBASAudacy:  https://tinyurl.com/BASAud

Scott Bywater is one of the most sought-after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest-level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers. He is the creator of the groundbreaking AI copywriting course, ‘Simple Email ROI System' and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex. He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants, and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy. Scott's website: https://www.copywritingthatsells.com.au/   SuccessGrid Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/successgridofficial/   Show notes: https://successgrid.net/sg204/   If you love this show, please leave a review. Go to https://ratethispodcast.com/successgrid  

This week on the UpLevel Podcast, we had the privilege of speaking with Karen Kimsey-House, a beacon of hope and guidance, and a pioneer in leadership coaching and co-founder of the Co-Active Training Institute (CTI). As our world grapples with unprecedented challenges, Karen shares her profound insights on navigating crisis, chaos, and change through what she describes as matriarchal wisdom energy. This episode offers guidance not only for leaders within organizations but also for individuals facing extreme adversities worldwide who seek ways to maintain their humanity while striving toward creating a world that works inclusively for everyone.Join us in this enlightening conversation filled with wisdom from a seasoned leader who has navigated both personal transformations and contributed significantly towards shaping modern and cutting-edge coaching and leadership methodologies. Tune in now!In this Episode:Karen discusses her perspective on global tensions and how they might signal an opportunity for something new to emerge.Reflecting on pivotal moments that shaped her journey—from leaving the theater to birthing CTI.She provides insight into the 'co-active' technology—a blend of being (co-) and doing (-active)—emphasizing love over fear as a powerful tool for personal growth and societal change.Addressing those in extreme situations like war zones or survival modes, Karen speaks about maintaining humanity while managing immediate needs.Explore how nature, meditations, and yoga are among the practices that keep Karen grounded amidst adversity.Discover stories about coaching within prison systems and leadership programs in Israel.Understanding the cancel culture's intent while advocating conversation beyond its limitations; exploring repair through dialogue rather than division.Karen emphasizes the significance of evolving feminine leadership exemplified by figures like New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern.About Karen:One of the earliest recognized luminaries in the coaching profession, Karen Kimsey-House founded CTI in 1992 with Laura Whitworth and Henry Kimsey-House. They created the Co-Active philosophy of relationship that informs CTI's world-renowned coaching and leadership programs. She also is a blogger for The Huffington Post and the co-author of Co-Active Coaching, the best-selling industry bible, now in its third edition. A successful entrepreneur, Kimsey-House founded and directed the Learning Annex San Francisco adult education program in 1986 and grew it into one of the most admired programs under the national Learning Annex brand. She received her MFA in Communications and Theater from Temple University in Philadelphia. Committed to pioneering Co-Activity in challenged environments and troubled populations, Kimsey-House continues to lead CTI workshops and is a dynamic keynote speaker around the world. On a mission of global, transformative change, she lives with her husband, Henry Kimsey-House, in Ashland Oregon.Website: https://coactive.com/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/karen-kimsey-house-48a5458/X: https://twitter.com/kkimseyhousewww.uplevelproductions.comhttps://www.instagram.com/uplevelproductions/https://www.linkedin.com/company/uplevelproductionscompanyhttps://www.facebook.com/uplevelproductionscompany

"Clarity is power. Get clear on your goals and take action." - John James Santangelo, PhD John James Santangelo, Ph.D., is a nationally acclaimed speaker, author, communications skills expert, and results coach. He's a guiding force in empowering individuals and businesses to achieve peak performance. An authority in behavioral change as an NLP trainer and clinical hypnotherapist.   He's the founder of Los Angeles Premier NLP Training Center, a personal and professional training company dedicated to helping people unleash their natural capability, clarify their goals, overcome their roadblocks, and produce outstanding results.   John has worked with companies such as The Learning Annex, Los Angeles Sheriffs Dept., Mary Kay Inc, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Well-Point, Xerox, RE/MAX Realtors, the Teamsters Union, and post 9/11 as a head trainer teaching lie-detection skills to the US Army counter-intelligence team.   John James Santangelo shares his personal story of hitting rock bottom and making the decision to change his life. He discusses the power of the mind and how our beliefs and attitudes shape our reality. John emphasizes the importance of taking responsibility for our actions and using language patterns to create a positive mindset. He introduces three keywords to eliminate from our vocabulary: "but," "try," and "problem." John also highlights the significance of failure as feedback and the role of spirituality in goal setting.   Key Takeaways: The unconscious mind runs 90% of our brain and is focused on avoiding pain. Change the word "but" to "and" to create a positive language pattern. Eliminate the word "try" from your vocabulary and replace it with "will" or "won't." Replace the word "problem" with "challenge" to shift your mindset. Failure is not a negative outcome but rather feedback for growth and learning.     Get in touch with John James Santangelo: www.LANLP.com https://www.facebook.com/nlptrainingcenter/   Access your free chapters and get started “Setting Goals” in your life! https://lanlp.com/setting-goals-sign-up Get your FREE Results Coaching Session: https://lanlp.com/coaching   Get in touch with Jana and listen to more Podcasts: https://www.janashort.com/   Show Music ‘Hold On' by Amy Gerhartz https://www.amygerhartz.com/music.   Get the Best Holistic Life Magazine APP! One of the fastest-growing independent magazines centered around holistic living. https://issuu.com/store/publishers/bestholisticlifemagazine/issues/bhl_jan_2024_digital_v01a_copy   Connect with Jana Short: https://www.janashort.com/contact/

Making Quality Decisions with NLP John James Santangelo Pt 2 Our guest today is a dynamic and entertaining gentleman who comes to us from Los Angeles, CA. He is a Communication Skills expert, Certified NLP Trainer, A PhD Clinical Hypno-therapist, and a Professional Results Coach! He's the author of the powerful books: Discovering NLP... Setting Goals & Discovering Trance! He's a volunteer for the Big Brothers & Sisters of America association, and Chrysalis (chris-a-lis) a homeless rehabilitation program as well as a spokesperson for the Make-A-Wish Foundation! He's coached and worked with companies such as: The Learning Annex, Xerox, Mary Kay, City of Hope, Well-Point, Microsoft, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department, and worked regularly with The Teamsters Union, And months after 9/11, as head trainer teaching lie-detection skills to the US Army Counter-Intelligence Team! This is part two of a great conversation with John James Santangelo. Are “Affirmations” a type of NLP? Christians do this all the time and not even think about. “I am in Christ.” “I am an overcomer.” “I am blessed.” “I am prosperous. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, etc.” You have a training center in Los Angeles where you hold these classes. I believe I read it is 12 days long and is a total of 120 hours. What do your students learn during that time and what certifications do they leave with? As we get ready to close, is there anything you would like to say to our listeners that we have not covered? John, this is all so interesting. I could talk to you for hours about this. If someone has some questions, as I'm sure they will, how can they get in touch with you or your organization? You also said you had a free gift for our listeners today, is that right? I'll put links to all of this in the show notes below. Folks, life is made up of and consists on a series of decisions. Decisions you make on a daily basis. What clothes to wear… what to eat for lunch… who to marry… what house to buy… what job should you apply for, etc. Your Faith is definitely based on a decision. Your decision to trust in Christ, etc. Quality decision can bring a greater quality to your life. That is what we are talking about today with John James Santangelo.  I believe you received something today that will benefit you down the road. Amen! I encourage you to drop down into the show notes and reach out to John James Santangelo right now. While this is fresh in your mind. Check out the resources on his website and get in touch if you think something on there will help you. Amen! Be sure to click that link to his free gift for our audience as well. Praise God! CONTACT INFORMATION: Email:   info@lanlp.com Website:   https://lanlp.com FREE GIFT:   “Setting Goals” – https://lanlp.com/setting-goals-sign-up

Making Quality Decisions with NLP John James Santangelo Pt 1 Our guest today is a dynamic and entertaining gentleman who comes to us from Los Angeles, CA. He is a Communication Skills expert, Certified NLP Trainer, A PhD Clinical Hypno-therapist, and a Professional Results Coach! He's the author of the powerful books: Discovering NLP... Setting Goals & Discovering Trance! He's a volunteer for the Big Brothers & Sisters of America association, and Chrysalis (chris-a-lis) a homeless rehabilitation program as well as a spokesperson for the Make-A-Wish Foundation! He's coached and worked with companies such as: The Learning Annex, Xerox, Mary Kay, City of Hope, Well-Point, Microsoft, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department, and worked regularly with The Teamsters Union, And months after 9/11, as head trainer teaching lie-detection skills to the US Army Counter-Intelligence Team! Amen!  I know you're going to get a lot of great information today… so grab a pen and paper and prepare to take some notes. Amen!  Help me welcome to the program, John James Santangelo. John, it is a blessing to have you join us today, brother! I've been looking forward to our conversation! First question I always start with is this… other than that brief information I just shared, can you tell us in your own words, “Who is John James Santangelo?” Let's start with this… I know you started at age 15 as a professional magician – I've always been fascinated with that profession. I'm nowhere near a professional status, but I was able to keep my grandkids entertained… I'm always picking up another illusion package along the way from time to time… How did this impact you and did this influence your interest in the NLP line of work? Now, NLP stands for Neuro Linguistic Programming.  Some folks may think that is hypnosis or mind-control or something. But it's not… can you share with us what it is – in layman's terms? Most people think it is a form of getting people to buy things… used in sale and marketing or  the “law of attraction” in relationships and things like that. But it is used in a wide variety of things. Can you share a few of those with us? Most people probably never thought they were being exposed to NLP in those examples. Like weight loss or leadership skills or coaching programs… How does NLP help in, say “weight loss?” Quality decision can bring a greater quality to your life. That is what we are talking about today with John James Santangelo.  I believe you received something today that will benefit you down the road. Amen! I encourage you to drop down into the show notes and reach out to John James Santangelo right now. While this is fresh in your mind. Check out the resources on his website and get in touch if you think something on there will help you. Amen! Be sure to click that link to his free gift for our audience as well. Praise God! CONTACT INFORMATION: Email:   info@lanlp.com Website:   https://lanlp.com FREE GIFT:   “Setting Goals” – https://lanlp.com/setting-goals-sign-up

Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Solange are just some of the achievements that my guest has create in his career. Mathew talks about his book called Emancipation of Slaves Through Music, a book he wrote in part due to research of students he has collaborated with on this book.Mathew is back to talk about how music has shaped the lives of Black people thru the century's continents & human struggle to freedom. He even talks about the modern music industry & how it has shaped us as a people & culture.Mathew Knowles, Ph.D is the Founder of Music World Entertainment (MWE), one of the world's leading music and entertainment conglomerates, with record sales exceeding 300 million worldwide. Widely recognized in the entertainment industry for his effective approach to developing and promoting award-winning artists such as Destiny's Child, Beyoncé, and Solange,Mathew is a public speaker, and author of the #1 Best Selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals and Racism from the Eye of a Child. He has also been a popular keynote speaker and guest lecturer at colleges, universities and various organizations throughout the country. This includes Berklee College of Music where he was the keynote speaker for The Formation of a Star…the DNA of Achievers and panelist for The Evolving Music Industry seminar, along with other speaking engagements at Rice University, University of Southern California, The Learning Annex, Management Leadership for Tomorrow, Billboard Music & Money Symposium, The Power of Diversity Leadership Panel Discussion, E Women's Network, Circle of Sisters, Revolt Music Conference and numerous others. Knowles is also the author of the #1 best selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals.As a self-made entrepreneur from the small town of Gadsden, Alabama hebecame the top salesperson at Xerox Medical Systems and then one of the world's top entertainment managers and executives in the music industry. Knowles highly enjoys motivating and educating others by sharing his knowledge and experience.  © 2023 Building Abundant Success!!2023 All Rights ReservedJoin Me on ~ iHeart Media @ https://tinyurl.com/iHeartBASSpot Me on Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/yxuy23baAmazon Music ~ https://tinyurl.com/AmzBASAudacy:  https://tinyurl.com/BASAud

John James Santangelo PhD is an expert in behavioral change work, a clinical hypnotherapist, NLP trainer and author of 8 books. He is founder and head trainer of Los Angeles' Premier NLP Training Center.  A personal and professional training company dedicated to helping people unleash their natural capability, clarify their goals, and overcome their mental roadblocks so they can produce outstanding results.  John has worked with companies such as The Learning Annex, Los Angeles Sheriffs Dept., Mary Kay Inc, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Well-Point, Xerox, RE/MAX Realtors, the Teamsters Union, and post 9/11 as head trainer teaching lie-detection skills to the US Army counter-intelligence team.  In this episode, John shares some mindset shifts, observations and habits that will help you apply NLP to everyday life to achieve the results that you want.    IN THIS EPISODE YOU WILL DISCOVER:  00:01:42 - What NLP is  00:07:25 - Practical applications of NLP  00:14:30 - Focus - meaning - action  00:25:41 - The ritual of 'priming' to plan your day out every morning  00:32:11 - Lack of clarity leads to lack of results  00:40:15 - The trick is asking the right questions    Learn more about John here: https://www.lanlp.com/  Get his mini-course here: www.LANLP.com/free  Instagram: @johnjamessantangelo   

Jennifer Ford Berry is a certified professional organizer & productivity coach, best-selling author, national speaker, and host of The Make Room Show. She helps people organize their homes and their lives so that they can find more space, time, energy, and money for the people and the things that matter the most to them. She is passionate about helping you create a home and a life that you love!  Jennifer believes that each of us was sent here with a unique purpose to fulfill but in order to do that you need to remove all of the clutter that is getting in your way. Jennifer was previously the regular organizing expert on the TV show: Winging It, Buffalo Style.  Jennifer has been a guest on numerous television and radio shows.  She has also been featured in many national magazines and newspapers.  She is an animated speaker who has presented to the Learning Annex, corporations, churches, national conferences, mom groups, and school districts.  She is the founder of The Created Order Neighborhood, an online community for women who want to create an organized home and live with intention and purpose. Her books include: -Make Room: take control of your space, time, energy & money to live on purpose (newest book) -Organize Now! a week-by-week plan to simplify your space & life. -Organize Now! your money, business & career  -Organize Now! a week-by-week action plan for a healthier, happier life. Connect with Jennifer: Website, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest

Scott Bywater is one of the most sought after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers..    He is the creator of the online ‘Simple Email ROI System' course and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex.    He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy. To learn more about Scott, check out the following links: Simple Email ROI System Website: https://www.simpleemailroi.com Scott's Ultimate AI Email Writing Cheat Sheet: https://www.simpleemailroi.com/ai?r_done=1 Copywriting That Sells Website: https://www.copywritingthatsells.com.au/ Scott's Email Address: scott@copywritingthatsells.com.au Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LikeScottBywater Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/scottbywater/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/scottbywatercopywriter/

''Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Solange are just some of the achievements that my guest has create in his career. Mathew Knowles, Ph.D is the Founder of Music World Entertainment (MWE), one of the world's leading music and entertainment conglomerates, with record sales exceeding 300 million worldwide.Widely recognized in the entertainment industry for his effective approach to developing and promoting award-winning artists such as Destiny's Child, Beyoncé, and Solange, a public speaker, and author of the #1 Best Selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals and Racism from the Eye of a Child. He has also been a popular keynote speaker and guest lecturer at colleges, universities and various organizations throughout the country. This includes Berklee College of Music where he was the keynote speaker for The Formation of a Star…the DNA of Achievers and panelist for The Evolving Music Industry seminar, along with other speaking engagements at Rice University, University of Southern California, The Learning Annex, Management Leadership for Tomorrow, Billboard Music & Money Symposium, The Power of Diversity Leadership Panel Discussion, E Women's Network, Circle of Sisters, Revolt Music Conference and numerous others.Knowles is also the author of the #1 best selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals. As a self-made entrepreneur from the small town of Gadsden, Alabama he became the top salesperson at Xerox Medical Systems and then one of the world's top entertainment managers and executives in the music industry. Knowles highly enjoys motivating and educating others by sharing his knowledge and experience.2023 All Rights Reserved© 2023  BuildingAbundantSuccess!!Join me on iHeart Media ~ https://tinyurl.com/BASiHeartRadioSpotify @ https://tinyurl.com/BASonSpotifyAmazon Music ~ https://tinyurl.com/AmzBASAudacy:  https://tinyurl.com/BASAud

Welcome to Better Business Better Life, the podcast where Debra Chantry-Taylor dives deep into the world of business and entrepreneurship. In this episode, she sits down with Scott Bywater, a renowned copywriter who has mastered the art of email marketing. Scott's journey into copywriting started in 2003 when he hit rock bottom and took a leap of faith by placing a small classified ad in the Sydney Morning Herald. Little did he know that this would be the catalyst for his incredible career. Since then, Scott has become the unseen wordsmith behind numerous widely published and highly profitable email marketing campaigns. With his expertise, Scott has achieved remarkable results, including a jaw-dropping $470,000.00 in revenue within just 7 days from an email product launch. He has also crafted over 9,127 email subject lines, analyzing the split-test results for one of the most influential health influencers worldwide. Moreover, his strategic copy has generated over 3,000 attendees and a staggering $5 million in sales for an event. These accomplishments are just the tip of the iceberg, as Scott has executed dozens of five and six figure campaigns throughout his 17-year career. Scott has worked with some of the biggest names in the industry, including renowned gurus like Kerwin Ray, Scott Hallman, and Jay Conrad Levinson, the mastermind behind 'Guerilla Marketing.' He has also collaborated with giants in direct marketing such as Bodytrim and The Learning Annex, as well as leading Aussie franchises like ChemDry and Jim's Mowing. In the digital marketing space, Scott has partnered with industry leaders like Jon Giaan, Knowledge Source, Mark Rolton, and Dymphna Boholt. As the founder of the esteemed "Elite Marketers" private marketing group in Australia, Scott has established himself as an authority in the field. He is a sought-after corporate speaker, sharing his wisdom and insights at high-profile events like James Schramko's Superfast Business Event, Dale Beaumont's masterminds, and Ben Simkin's conferences. Through his experiences, Scott discovered that many business owners underestimate the power of their email lists and doubt the effectiveness of email marketing in their industries. To address this need, he is on the verge of launching The Simple Email ROI System, a comprehensive training program designed to help business owners leverage their most undervalued asset—their email lists. In this podcast episode, Scott and Debra discuss practical strategies for entrepreneurs to unleash the full potential of their email lists. Scott will show you how to generate consistent sales by using "open loops" without being pushy. He will also guide you in building the lifetime value of your existing clients and enhancing the value of your asset through a value-first approach. Tune in to Better Business Better Life as Debra Chantry-Taylor and Scott Bywater reveal the secrets to leveraging your email list and taking your business to new heights. Get ready to communicate in your own voice, set yourself apart from the competition, and build deeper connections with potential clients. Don't miss this opportunity to transform your business and achieve a better life. HOST'S DETAILS: ___________________________________________ ►Debra Chantry-Taylor is a Certified EOS Implementer | Entrepreneurial Leadership & Business Coach | Business Owner ►See how she can help you: ⁠https://businessaction.co.nz/⁠ ____________________________________________ GUESTS DETAILS: ____________________________________________ ►Website: scott@copywritingthatsells.com.au www.copywritingthatsells.com.au ___________________________________________ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/betterbusiness-betterlife/message

Have you played with AI yet? It seems like it is everywhere you look and a part of all your existing platforms from Canva to social media software and in stand alone tools. It can help you with research, writing content, finding the perfect image and so much more! Is it a tool you should be using? And if so, how can you best go about utilizing it? That is what we discuss in this episode! What you'll learn: → what is AI? → how AI can help with your email marketing. → how AI can save you time. → using AI to generate images and video. Want to skip ahead? Here are key takeaways: [4:59] What can AI do for you?. It will create copy for you based off of the prompts that you ask it. It goes out and pulls information from the internet to give you the right content. [5:37] AI can help you with your email marketing. You can use it to brainstorm ideas of what to write. It could also help you craft first drafts of your emails. Finally, it is great at helping you craft subject lines that will encourage more people to open those emails. [9:19] The prompts you give AI will determine the quality of the response. A prompt is what you put in the search bar. There are several types that include idea generation as well as writing entire blog posts or emails. [13:38] You can use prompts to get AI to write closer to your voice. Understanding who your audience is and what their motivations and beliefs are will help you build promts that speak to them. It's also important to get clear on your why to help you craft the right stories. [23:25] AI can help you generate images and video you need for your marketing. AI can help you cut up your videos into shorter ones for repurposing. It can also help with podcasts as well. Resources Digital Marketing Therapy Sessions Simon Sinek | Start With Why Jasper Chat GPT Canva Descript Otter Scott Bywater Scott Bywater is one of the most sought after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers.. He is the creator of the online ‘Simple Email ROI System' course and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex. He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds – and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy. Learn more at: http://www.copywritingthatsells.com.au  Watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@copywritingthatsells/videos  Connect with us on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/the-first-click Learn more about The First Click: https://thefirstclick.net Schedule a Digital Marketing Therapy Session: https://thefirstclick.net/officehours 

In this episode of Chasing the Insights, I talk to copywriting legend Scott Bywater. Scott talks to us about leveraging AI copywriting software like a pro copywriter. Scott Bywater is one of the most sought after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers.. He is the creator of the online ‘Simple Email ROI System' course and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex. He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy.

Scott Bywater was no stranger to the challenges of writing effective emails. Little did he know that his breakthrough would come in the form of AI technology - transforming his email marketing efforts and revolutionizing the way he spoke to his audience. But this newfound tool wasn't just a magic bullet - Scott had to learn how to use it correctly in order to unlock its limitless potential.  What secrets has Scott uncovered, and what transformations has he made? Are you looking to supercharge your email marketing with the power of Artificial Intelligence and personalization? Scott Bywater is here to show you how to maximize the effectiveness of your email campaigns through AI and personalization. In this episode, you will be able to: Enhance your real estate investor email marketing with AI-driven strategies. Spark email curiosity and boost engagement with the power of open loops. Forge lasting relationships using genuine storytelling techniques in emails. Generate passive income by offering low-cost information products. Establish a loyal following and brand trust for long-lasting success. My special guest is Scott Bywater, an incredibly resourceful marketing copywriter from Australia who has made a name for himself in the industry. With a wealth of experience under his belt, Scott has helped numerous real estate investors elevate their marketing game by leveraging the power of AI for crafting engaging emails.  Known for his ability to think outside the box, Scott's expertise in utilizing innovative technology and understanding the customer's mindset has made him a sought-after professional in his field. Get ready to be inspired by Scott's refreshing approach to email marketing for real estate investors. The resources mentioned in this episode are: Utilize AI technology to brainstorm email ideas by commanding it to generate a list of topics for your specific industry. Record yourself speaking and use transcription tools like Otter.AI to turn your speech into written content. Incorporate personal stories into your emails and find a way to segue them into your main message. Create curiosity in your subject lines to capture the reader's attention and get them to open the email. Use the concept of open loops throughout your email to keep the reader engaged and wanting more. For example, tease upcoming content or exclusive information that will be revealed later in the email or in a follow-up email. Encourage readers to click on links within your email by offering valuable content or information, such as a free report or exclusive insights. End your email with a teaser for your next email to keep the reader interested and looking forward to future communications. Scott Bywater is one of the most sought-after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regards as the highest-level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers.    He is the creator of the groundbreaking AI copywriting course, ‘Simple Email ROI System' and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex.   He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants, and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy. Learn more from Scott: AI Prompts for E-Mail www.simpleemailroi.com/ai   Free ebook:101 Subject Line Hacks 101 Cut and paste subject line templates to make them stand out in their prospect's inbox, and get them opened https://www.copywritingthatsells.com.au/lp/headlines   Connect with me here: https://paulcopcutt.com/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/paulcopcutt/ https://www.facebook.com/paulcopcutt/ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCV4g4R9026ObZBMyC0cuPtw https://www.twitter.com/https://twitter.com/paulcopcutt   Other episodes you'll enjoy: Generating Leads on Social Media: Tips and Tricks https://paulcopcutt.com/episode109/   Reveal, Engage, Impact: Your 3 Step Marketing Roadmaphttps://paulcopcutt.com/episode108/   Unlock the Power of Video Marketing https://paulcopcutt.com/episode107/   When you're ready here is how I can help you; Work with me and my team on defining and growing your personal brand and building your business. Let's set up an initial call to discuss what that might look like https://bookme.name/paulcopcutt/bb

Scott Bywater is one of the most sought after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers. He is the creator of the online ‘Simple Email ROI System' course and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex. He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy. For more information, visit https://www.copywritingthatsells.com.au/.

Bio and Information:Scott Bywater is one of the most sought-after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regards as the highest-level private marketing group in Australia, Elite MarketersHe is the creator of the online ‘Simple Email ROI System' course and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com, and The Learning Annex.He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants, and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy.Contact for Scott Bywaterhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/scottbywatercopywriter/https://www.youtube.com/@copywritingthatsells/videoshttps://www.facebook.com/LikeScottBywater/The Small Business Show is the official podcast for Garuda Promo and Branding Solutions. For more information visit Website: http://www.garudapromo.com​​Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/garudapromo/​​Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/garudapromoTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/Garuda_Swire​Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/swire-ho-thepromoguy-6b9Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/garudapromo/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/Garudapromo88/videos #thesmallbusinessshow​​​ ​​​ #gaurdapromobranding​​ #smallbusinessmatters #smallbusinessstrong

On this week's episode, I'm excited to bring on Scott Bywater as a guest.Scott is one of the most sought after marketing copywriters in Australia, who runs what many regard as the highest level private marketing group in Australia, Elite Marketers.. He is the creator of the groundbreaking AI copywriting course, ‘Simple Email ROI System' and over the past 21 years has written for gurus and leading companies including Kerwin Rae, Jay Conrad Levinson (of ‘Guerilla Marketing' fame), Mercola.com and The Learning Annex. He's an in-demand speaker who has presented at James Schramko's SuperFast Business, Dale Beaumont and Ben Simkin's masterminds - and is on a mission to help coaches, consultants and course creators leverage their most undervalued asset (their email list) without being pushy or salesy.Recommended Book 1: Buyer Personas: How to Gain Insight into your Customer's Expectations, Align your Marketing Strategies, and Win More Business Recommended Book 2: How to Write a Good AdvertisementGet Scott's 101 Headlines Hacks: Headlines - Copywriting That SellsConnect with Scott: Scott Bywater | LinkedIn---Connect with Vijay on Instagram: @RealVijayKailashConnect with Vijay on LinkedIn: Vijay Kailash, CFA | LinkedIn--A quick message from our show's sponsor:Do you invest in index funds? This simple strategy (when used with your index funds) can lower risk, produce income, and help you retire early.This conservative strategy has outperformed SPY for over a decade. And the best part? This strategy takes just 5 minutes a week to execute.Click here now to learn this simple strategy for FREE: https://www.optionsellingsecrets.comRequired Disclosures: Options involve risk and are not suitable for all investors. Past performance is not indicative of future performance. Achieving a 7-figure investment portfolio nor retiring early are guaranteed. All opinions shared are each individual's opinions and are not the opinions of The Vijay Kailash Show, Option Selling Secrets, or other companies that may be mentioned in this show.

Internationally renowned voice teacher John Henny returns to chat with host Alexa Terry on this episode of Singing Teachers Talk. John has taught thousands of vocalists, including Grammy winners and top background and session singers. He has also trained hundreds of voice teachers, including many industry leaders. We've got a belting episode for you this week, quite literally, as Alexa and John will be discussing how to belt.  KEY TAKEAWAYS Belting is an intense style of singing, characterised by a longer closed phase in the vocal folds creating a more intense soundwave. If you're singing in a light voice, harmonics roll off quickly but with a belt they don't roll off as fast so you're getting more upper harmonic content.  With the more intense soundwave you're tuning the vocal tract to boost those high frequencies so you're not left with any of the mellow jazzy sounds.  You can make your belt more intense and forward by pushing the first resonance in the vocal tract really high into the shout configuration. When we do this our brain thinks we are shouting and overpresses the vocal cords. Good singers can override this switch in their heads (a prime example is the late Whitney Houston, who was a master at this.) Unless there is a physical or neurological issue, then anyone can belt. It can be of varying strength and quality, but it's a skill anyone can learn.  BEST MOMENTS ‘Belting, I know it when I hear it'  ‘Most contemporary music can use belt, it's only really female classical singers who won't' ‘You've got to break that connection to work up to the belt' EPISODE RESOURCES  Guest Website: www.basttraining.com Social Media: Facebook: @John Henny Vocals Instagram: @johnhennyvocals Twitter: @johnhennyvocals Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/jhenny62 Relevant Links & Mentions:  Belt Example @ 3:18 to end - Gimme Gimme from Thoroughly Modern Millie (Sutton Foster): YouTube.com/watch?v=OxYoHdAwFZc Belt Example @ 1:23 - I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston: YouTube.com/watch?v=FxYw0XPEoKE Kerrie Obert: https://obertvoicestudios.com/ Singing Teachers Talk Podcast - Ep. 59 Top Tongue Tips for Boosting High Frequency Energy with Kerrie Obert: https://linktr.ee/basttraining?utm_source Jeremy Ryan Mossman: https://www.singingwithjmoss.com/ Vocology in Practice: https://www.vocologyinpractice.org/ Ken Bozeman: http://www.kenbozeman.com/ Practical Vocal Acoustics by Kenneth W. Bozeman Voce Vista: https://www.vocevista.com/ Demo: You Don't Do it for Me Anymore by Demi Lovato Chris Johnson: https://www.chrisjohnsonvocalcoach.com/ ABOUT THE GUEST  John Henny has been a leading voice teacher for over 25 years. He has taught thousands of singers, including Grammy winners and top background and session singers. John's students have appeared on Broadway and in major touring companies. John has also trained hundreds of voice teachers, including many industry leaders. John hosts the popular podcast, The Intelligent Vocalist, and his YouTube channel has more than eight million views and counting. His books, including Beginning Singing, are Amazon bestsellers. John has lectured at USC, The Paul McCartney Liverpool Institute, and the Learning Annex. John is known for making complex concepts simple and easy to understand and is a leader in creating online programs for singers and voice teachers. ABOUT THE PODCAST BAST Training is here to help singers gain the knowledge, skills and understanding required to be a great singing teacher. We can help you whether you are getting started or just have some knowledge gaps to fill through our courses and educational events. Website: basttraining.com Get updates to your inbox: Click here for updates from BAST Training Link to presenter's bios: basttraining.com/singing-teachers-talk-podcast-biosSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week on Saturday Night Jive we're watching the episode of SNL that crushed a young George's childhood.  So excited he was to enter a new year with his favorite show.  One of his idols, Chris Farley, died over the holiday break but one of his favorite actors Samuel L. Jackson is hosting with one of his favorite bands Ben Folds Five and of course he would laugh hysterically at Weekend Update, anchored by his comedic deity Norm MacDonald.  What's this?  Colin fucking Quinn?  This is the first episode after Norm was fired from Update, although he's still on the show doing a pitch perfect Quentin Tarantino impression.  Sit back and enjoy two brothers talking about a show only one of them likes.  Sketches include a Bill Clinton cold open, Samuel L. Jackson's New Years resolutions, Publisher's Clearing House Giveaway, Quentin Tarantino: A Profile, Jazzterpieces, Judge Judy, George Clooney, Titanic, Mango, The Learning Annex, and Poolside Lovin' plus Ben Folds Five plays Brick and Harry Caray on Update.  Enjoy!Full archive of all podcast episodes available at saturdaynightjive.blogspot.comEmail us anything at saturdaynightjivepodcast@gmail.comDownload Here

You are abundance. You are pure consciousness. The mind is deceptive. Once you understand how to master your ego, you will master the entire Universe. If you were not thinking, there would not be any issues in this world. Powerful words and more in this revelatory and eye-opening talk with the phenomenal Vincent Dowd from Speak 2 Monetize. As Vincent is one of the people that I most admire, this phenomenal and out-of-the-ordinary talk was a great honor! Get to know my amazing guest: Vincent Dowd is a Professional Speaker, Powerful Storyteller, Internal Abundance Strategist, and Yogi. Having sold OVER $60,000,000 from the platform, Vincent knows how to get results! Vincent has lectured globally since 1996 throughout North America, Europe, Asia & the Middle East. Vincent works with influencers and thought leaders to help them create and deliver high-energy presentations that create a positive impact! He mentors and teaches online/offline programs focusing on the key elements of great presentations such as Storytelling, Stage Dynamics, Engagement & Ethical Selling that serves your audience. Vincent is high energy and a multi-disciplined professional, with broad expertise in many aspects including Rapport Building, Sales, NLP, and other modalities to diverse groups in multiple countries on topics such as Financial Literacy, Stock & Options Trading, Real Estate, Tax Liens, Entrepreneurship, Consciousness, and Spirituality (Yoga). He has worked with The Rich Dad Organization, Daymond John's Success Formula Team, The Learning Annex, sharing the BIG STAGE with Billionaire Jim Rogers, Tony Robbins as well as many other multi-millionaires and Billionaires. Get in touch with my transformational guest: Book Multiply Your Money Speaking is www.VincentDowd.com Stock book www.SereneInvestor.com Speaking Cheat Sheet at www.Speak2Monetize.com Groove Link www.Mindset2Monetization.com Enjoy more tools to keep your fears under your control! •••••••••••

Getting Lucky At A Trump ConventionShagging 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 ½ 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

Getting Lucky At A Trump ConventionShagging 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 ½ 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

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''Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Solange are just some of the achievements that my guest has create in his career. Mathew Knowles, Ph.D is the Founder of Music World Entertainment (MWE), one of the world's leading music and entertainment conglomerates, with record sales exceeding 300 million worldwide.Widely recognized in the entertainment industry for his effective approach to developing and promoting award-winning artists such as Destiny's Child, Beyoncé, and Solange, a public speaker, and author of the #1 Best Selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals and Racism from the Eye of a Child. He has also been a popular keynote speaker and guest lecturer at colleges, universities and various organizations throughout the country. This includes Berklee College of Music where he was the keynote speaker for The Formation of a Star…the DNA of Achievers and panelist for The Evolving Music Industry seminar, along with other speaking engagements at Rice University, University of Southern California, The Learning Annex, Management Leadership for Tomorrow, Billboard Music & Money Symposium, The Power of Diversity Leadership Panel Discussion, E Women's Network, Circle of Sisters, Revolt Music Conference and numerous others. Knowles is also the author of the #1 best selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals. As a self-made entrepreneur from the small town of Gadsden, Alabama he became the top salesperson at Xerox Medical Systems and then one of the world's top entertainment managers and executives in the music industry. Knowles highly enjoys motivating and educating others by sharing his knowledge and experience. 2021 All Rights Reserved© 2021 BuildingAbundantSuccess!! Join me on iHeart Radio ~ https://tinyurl.com/BASiHeartRadio Spotify @ https://tinyurl.com/BASonSpotify Amazon Music ~ https://tinyurl.com/AmzBASAudacy:  https://tinyurl.com/BASAud

Mark Stolaroff is an LA-based independent producer with an over 25 year career in the film business. A frequent collaborator with writer/director Henry Barrial, Stolaroff has produced all five of Barrial's features, including Some Body, Barrial's feature debut, which premiered at the 2001 Sundance Film Festival in Dramatic Competition and was released theatrically by Lot 47 Films; True Love, a Sundance Screenwriters Lab project; Pig, a sci-fi thriller that appeared in over 35 film festivals worldwide winning 10 awards and released by Kino Lorber; The House That Jack Built, which premiered at the 2013 Los Angeles Film Festival, winning 8 awards, and released theatrically by Vega Baby; and DriverX, which opened theatrically through IFC Films/Sundance Selects in November 2018. Stolaroff was a consulting producer on Meera Menon's (Equity) Farah Goes Bang, which premiered in the 2013 Tribeca Film Festival and won the Nora Ephron Award. And he produced Adam Ripp's (Gang Tapes) film Devil's Whisper, which was released by Sony in 2017. Stolaroff is considered an expert in micro-budget filmmaking and is the Founder of No Budget Film School, a unique series of classes specifically designed for the no-budget filmmaker. Stolaroff has lectured on low budget and digital filmmaking throughout the world and at many of the major film festivals. He has taught film classes at UCLA Extension, the Maine Photography Workshops, and The Learning Annex and has written for Scientific American, Filmmaker, MovieMaker, Sight & Sound, Film Festival Reporter, and Film Arts Magazine. He has been on countless filmmaking panels over the last two and a half decades and has sat on the juries of numerous film festivals. He was on the Advisory Board of HBO's US Comedy Arts Film Festival and currently serves on the advisory board of Filmmakers Alliance. Stolaroff founded No Budget Film School in 2005, and in addition to teaching his classes, has lectured at many major film schools, including USC, UCLA, Chapman, The University of Texas, CalPoly, and Columbia College Chicago. Stolaroff was formerly a principal at IFC's Next Wave Films, a finance and production company that provided finishing funds to exceptional low-budget features, including the first films of Christopher Nolan, Joe Carnahan and Amir Bar Lev. He was a producer on several Next Wave projects, including Jordan Melamed's Manic, starring Don Cheadle, Joseph Gordon Levitt, and Zooey Deschanel.  Twitter:  @Stolaroff facebook.com/stolaroff facebook.com/nobudgetfilmschool facebook.com/groups/MakeNoBudgetFilms Connect with your host Kaia Alexander: https://entertainmentbusinessleague.com/ https://twitter.com/thisiskaia Produced by Stuart W. Volkow P.G.A.  

Getting Lucky At A Trump ConventionShagging 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 ½ 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

Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Solange are just some of the achievements that my guest has create in his Life Career.Mathew Knowles, Ph.D is the Founder of Music World Entertainment (MWE), one of the world's leading music and entertainment conglomerates, with record sales exceeding 300 million worldwide.Widely recognized in the entertainment industry for his effective approach to developing and promoting award-winning artists such as Destiny's Child, Beyoncé, and Solange, a public speaker, and author of the #1 Best Selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals and Racism from the Eye of a Child.He has also been a popular keynote speaker and guest lecturer at colleges, universities and various organizations throughout the country. This includes Berklee College of Music where he was the keynote speaker for The Formation of a Star…the DNA of Achievers and panelist for The Evolving Music Industry seminar, along with other speaking engagements at Rice University, University of Southern California, The Learning Annex, Management Leadership for Tomorrow, Billboard Music & Money Symposium, The Power of Diversity Leadership Panel Discussion, E Women's Network, Circle of Sisters, Revolt Music Conference and numerous others.Knowles is also the author of the #1 best selling book, The DNA of Achievers: 10 Traits of Highly Successful Professionals. As a self-made entrepreneur from the small town of Gadsden, Alabama he became the top salesperson at Xerox Medical Systems and then one of the world's top entertainment managers and executives in the music industry. Knowles highly enjoys motivating and educating others by sharing his knowledge and experience.© 2022 Building Abundant Success!!2022 All Rights ReservedJoin Me on ~ iHeart Radio @ https://tinyurl.com/iHeartBASSpot Me on Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/yxuy23baAmazon ~ https://tinyurl.com/AmzBAS

Get your cardigans and headbands ready because we're headed to a light lunch with the sisters of Kappa Kappa Gamma as Becky and Kerry can't help but wonder: when will we all realize the power of harnessing our own stories and experiences? Becky is coaching this week as she and Kerry discuss the way that everyone can be a liiiiiittle too much in the right context, how Carrie completely messes up her engagement at the Learning Annex, and what it might take for Charlotte to feel fully seen by her husband as they continue to work on their sex life and marriage. Look out because those martinis are strong as the day is long this week on Coaching Carrie!Follow the podcast on Instagram and Facebook: @coaching.carrie.podcast Catch up with Becky at www.untanglehappiness.com where you can learn more about her book, The Happiness Recipe: A Powerful Guide to Living What Matters. IG:    @the.butterfly.societyFind Kerry at www.theatalantagroup.com for more information about leadership coaching for lawyers and her coaching programs specifically designed to help attorneys make the transition to in-house positions. IG:    @theatalantagroup

Award winning author, national columnist, inspirational speaker, and host of the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Radio and TV Show, Kala Ambrose's teachings are described as discerning, empowering and inspiring. Whether she's speaking with world-renowned experts on the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Show, writing about empowering lifestyle choices, reporting on new discoveries in the scientific and spiritual arenas or teaching to groups around the country, fans around the world tune in daily for her inspirational musings and lively thought-provoking conversations. A highly interactive teacher on a mission to educate, entertain and inspire, Kala teaches and writes about ancient wisdom teachings and how their techniques can be used in modern day living. Her books, The Awakened Aura: Experiencing the Evolution of Your Energy Body and 9 Life Altering Lessons: Secrets of the Mystery Schools Unveiled both cover these topics. In addition, Kala shares her love of history, travel and the spirit world in her books Spirits of New Orleans and Ghosthunting North Carolina. Her books are designed to explore the history of cities in an entertaining manner while sharing haunted stories and offering travel tips on how to best see the cities to shop, dine, stay, and visit the haunted sites. Kala writes for the Huffington Post, the Examiner, AOL, Yahoo and Fate Magazine and presents workshops nationally on the Mind/Body/Spirit connection including Auras and Energy Fields, Developing Business Intuition, Haunted History, and Wisdom Teachings at the Omega Institute, John Edward Presents Infinite Quest, the Learning Annex, LilyDale Assembly, and Daily Om. More at www.ExploreYourSpirit.com

Award winning author, national columnist, inspirational speaker, and host of the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Radio and TV Show, Kala Ambrose's teachings are described as discerning, empowering and inspiring. Whether she's speaking with world-renowned experts on the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Show, writing about empowering lifestyle choices, reporting on new discoveries in the scientific and spiritual arenas or teaching to groups around the country, fans around the world tune in daily for her inspirational musings and lively thought-provoking conversations.A highly interactive teacher on a mission to educate, entertain and inspire, Kala teaches and writes about ancient wisdom teachings and how their techniques can be used in modern day living. Her books, The Awakened Aura: Experiencing the Evolution of Your Energy Body and 9 Life Altering Lessons: Secrets of the Mystery Schools Unveiled both cover these topics.In addition, Kala shares her love of history, travel and the spirit world in her books Spirits of New Orleans and Ghosthunting North Carolina. Her books are designed to explore the history of cities in an entertaining manner while sharing haunted stories and offering travel tips on how to best see the cities to shop, dine, stay, and visit the haunted sites.Kala writes for the Huffington Post, the Examiner, AOL, Yahoo and Fate Magazine and presents workshops nationally on the Mind/Body/Spirit connection including Auras and Energy Fields, Developing Business Intuition, Haunted History, and Wisdom Teachings at the Omega Institute, John Edward Presents Infinite Quest, the Learning Annex, LilyDale Assembly, and Daily Om. More at www.ExploreYourSpirit.com

guest: June Ahern. Sign up for a mini reading in our second hour with medium/psychic June Ahern. Post below. June Ahern has authored four books; two novels and two non-fictions, and written two screenplays. Her non-fiction book, How to Talk With Spirits: Seances, Mediums, Ghost Hunts has become a screenplay due to begin production in the summer of 2021 with Veronica Cartwright (Aliens, Witches of Eastwick) in the leading role. Although mostly retired from private practice June continues to lecture and teach on-line workshops and classes, which can be reviewed at her website. She is also a frequent guest on radio/podcasts. Since beginning her professional career in 1975 as a psychic reader and medium June has taught many people to manifest their visions into fulfillment. Read more about her coaching at sfcoaching.com. You will also see June 's paranormal investigation at reported haunted sites around San Francisco's Bay Area in historical videos with The Haunted Bay on Amazon Prime, AsianAmericanMovies and Youtube. Her appearances on television, radio and YouTube, teaching at the Learning Annex, and along with her consumer guide, The Timeless Counselor: The Best Guide to a Successful Psychic Reading, has earned her national and international notice. This book was a number one seller by an unknown author at the New York 1991 Whole Life Expo where she was a featured speaker. June has worked with law enforcement to help solve missing persons and murder and she tells about her unique experiences with spirit communication. June was born in Glasgow, Scotland before emigrating to San Francisco along with her family. They lived in a up district that is situation just about in the heart of the city called Eureka Valley, which became known world-known as the colorful Castro.She now lives on the California coast.

guest: June Ahern. Sign up for a mini reading in our second hour with medium/psychic June Ahern. Post below. June Ahern has authored four books; two novels and two non-fictions, and written two screenplays. Her non-fiction book, How to Talk With Spirits: Seances, Mediums, Ghost Hunts has become a screenplay due to begin production in the summer of 2021 with Veronica Cartwright (Aliens, Witches of Eastwick) in the leading role. Although mostly retired from private practice June continues to lecture and teach on-line workshops and classes, which can be reviewed at her website. She is also a frequent guest on radio/podcasts. Since beginning her professional career in 1975 as a psychic reader and medium June has taught many people to manifest their visions into fulfillment. Read more about her coaching at sfcoaching.com. You will also see June 's paranormal investigation at reported haunted sites around San Francisco's Bay Area in historical videos with The Haunted Bay on Amazon Prime, AsianAmericanMovies and Youtube. Her appearances on television, radio and YouTube, teaching at the Learning Annex, and along with her consumer guide, The Timeless Counselor: The Best Guide to a Successful Psychic Reading, has earned her national and international notice. This book was a number one seller by an unknown author at the New York 1991 Whole Life Expo where she was a featured speaker. June has worked with law enforcement to help solve missing persons and murder and she tells about her unique experiences with spirit communication. June was born in Glasgow, Scotland before emigrating to San Francisco along with her family. They lived in a up district that is situation just about in the heart of the city called Eureka Valley, which became known world-known as the colorful Castro.She now lives on the California coast.

June Ahern has authored four books; two novels and two non-fictions, and written two screenplays. Her non-fiction book, How to Talk With Spirits: Seances, Mediums, Ghost Hunts has become a screenplay due to begin production in the summer of 2021 with Veronica Cartwright (Aliens, Witches of Eastwick) in the leading role. Although mostly retired from private practice June continues to lecture and teach on-line workshops and classes, which can be reviewed at her website. She is also a frequent guest on radio/podcasts. Since beginning her professional career in 1975 as a psychic reader and medium June has taught many people to manifest their visions into fulfillment. Read more about her coaching at sfcoaching.com. You will also see June 's paranormal investigation at reported haunted sites around San Francisco's Bay Area in historical videos with The Haunted Bay on Amazon Prime, AsianAmericanMovies and Youtube. Her appearances on television, radio and YouTube, teaching at the Learning Annex, and along with her consumer guide, The Timeless Counselor: The Best Guide to a Successful Psychic Reading, has earned her national and international notice. This book was a number one seller by an unknown author at the New York 1991 Whole Life Expo where she was a featured speaker. June has worked with law enforcement to help solve missing persons and murder and she tells about her unique experiences with spirit communication. June was born in Glasgow, Scotland before emigrating to San Francisco along with her family. They lived in a up district that is situation just about in the heart of the city called Eureka Valley, which became known world-known as the colorful Castro.She now lives on the California coast. This segment of discussion is brought to you by Old Timey Crimey a historical true-crime podcast. They have over 150 episodes ranging from the infamous crimes to those like Jack the Ripper. "Because the good ol' days weren't always good." https://oldtimeycrimey.podbean.com/ Should be an interesting discussion-- We want you to be part of the conversation. You can post in Chat and comment or ask questions or call into the show at 985-747-3817 The second hour is brought to you by Carnation. Mini reading with June. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

In this episode of HappyTalks, we interview John James Santangelo as we discuss various methods of mastering your own emotions. John James Santangelo PhD, nationally acclaimed speaker, author, and results coach, John is a foremost authority in success principles and expert in the field of communication, an NLP trainer, and a clinical hypnotherapist. He's founder of Los Angeles Premier NLP Training Center; a personal and professional training company dedicated to helping people to be able to unleash their natural capability, clarify their goals, over their roadblocks so they can produce the results they deserve! He has worked with companies such as The Learning Annex, Los Angeles Sheriffs Dept., Mary Kay Inc, Multiple-Sclerosis Society, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Well-Point, Xerox, RE/MAX Realtors, the Teamsters Union, and the US Army counter-intelligence team. Dr. Alice Fong is a naturopathic doctor, known as the “Virtual Stress Doc,” and she helps busy professionals break free from stress, anxiety, and burnout without having to quit their jobs using a 5-step holistic approach. She is the founder of Amour de Soi Wellness and her mission is to help people discover self-love and happiness. She has given several talks around the country for healthcare providers, corporations, women's conferences and for the general public. Donovon Jenson is a software engineer in the Bay Area and the founder of howtohappy.com. He is a Utah native who has long been interested in human development and health. He double majored in psychology and health policy, and graduated Magna Cum Laude through the Honors College at the University of Utah. How to Happy strives to provide thoughtful and actionable insights on living a happier life. We believe happiness is the result of self-awareness, balance and a positive mindset, among a myriad of other things. Our goal is to inspire you to see life through a new lens by adding strategies and exercises to your toolbox, then encouraging you to take action. We are all capable of being happier, let's work together to find the best pathways to get there. Together we're out to cause more happiness in the world! John James Santangelo www.LANLP.com https://www.facebook.com/nlptrainingcenter https://www.youtube.com/nlptraininginlosangeles Free NLP Mini-Course... www.LANLP.com/free New STRESS REDUCTION book or Audio - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09JB4RNP3 Dr. Alice Fong http://www.dralicefong.com https://www.facebook.com/DrAliceFong/ https://www.instagram.com/dralicefong/ https://twitter.com/DrAliceFong https://www.youtube.com/dralicefong https://ios.joinclubhouse.com/@dralicefong Donovon Jenson https://howtohappy.com/ https://www.facebook.com/TheHowToHappy/ https://www.instagram.com/thehowtohappy/ https://twitter.com/TheHowToHappy https://www.youtube.com/HowtoHappy Michael Lira, Voice Actor Opening Credits Voice https://www.michaelapollolira.com/ Information on this video is provided for general educational purposes only and is not intended to constitute medical advice or counseling. #emotion --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/happytalks/support

“You are the common denominator in your life. You have to make a conscious decision,“Do I let chewing run my life?” or “I wanna let doing run my life.”You need to reduce the daily number of food-taughts you think about each day.”– Sora VernikoffWelcome to The Jimbo Paris Show #64- No-Diet, Food-thought “Management” Program (Sora Vernikoff)Sora Vernikoff is the author of “Eat What You Want! Stop When You Want!”.She started her professional career as a school teacher in East New York, Brooklyn over 20 years ago. She taught the first grade, the second grade and the fourth grade to the most challenging kids imaginable in extremely difficult type of inner-city urban school environments.It took Sora about five years to realize that regardless of what was going on in front of her that she was the one that had to learn to control herself so that her students could learn by example. It was that “ah, ha moment” in addition to tons of letter writing, phone calls and reward charts that let Sora manage the rest of her teaching career.Sora couldn't understand, why if she followed all the “rules” of the diet and lost the weight, that she'd always regain it. She was so intrigued by those thoughts that she decided to stop dieting and journal every one of her eating experiences to get to the heart of the matter! It was after Sora reached her non-dieted weight loss that she decided that it was time to transfer her classroom “management” skills to food-thought “management” skills to create a program that would help other fed-up dieters do the same thing.In 1992 Sora began teaching Sora's Weight Loss “Management” Program. Sora's Weight Loss “Management” Program as taught in Eat What You Want! Stop When You Want! is a no-diet, food-thought “management” program. The Program teaches you how to eat what you want, stop when you want and become forever thin and healthy all without having to diet.Sora has taught her no-diet, food-thought “management” program to her private clients, at The Learning Annex and at the office of a leading New York endocrinologist.Sora has also spoken at Lennox Hill Hospital and has been on radio and national television.Presently, Sora is happily teaching her no-diet food-thought “management” program to other fed-up dieters both on and off-line and is dedicated to both encouraging and inspiring those in her audiences “that if I did it, so can you!”Official Website: https://nodieting.net/#TheJimboParisShow #Podcast #Podcasting#PodcastShow #PodcastLife #SoraVernikoff#NoFoodDietingThought #WeightLoss #Mindset#WednesdayWisdom #WellnessWednesday #WeightManagementThe Jimbo Paris Show is also available in ROKU TV!►Watch Our Previous Episodes:Jimbo Paris Show #8- Outrageous Freedom (Allyson Roberts)Jimbo Paris Show #34- The Health Maestro (David Medansky)Official Website: https://jimboparis.com/CONNECT WITH ME!https://linktr.ee/jimboparis Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join Russell Hughes and I on a very informative and opinionated episode on today's real estate market and what we think you can do to adjust to still succeed.  Managing Principal Hughes Realty Advisors Licensed in NC, SC, GA and CA Russell has experience in negotiating office leases and build-to-suit transactions both locally and on a national level for his clients. Russell began his commercial real estate career in 1998 in Los Angeles. For the past eighteen years, he has worked with companies in the financial services entertainment, advertising, and Biotech industries, as well as Fortune 500 companies. Through his tenacity and understanding of the monetary value embedded in every lease, Russell provides his clients with the best possible opportunities and solutions. His SIOR designation and LEED AP credential proves his desire to go a step above. Russell's dedication to the needs of his clients is the foundation of his success. Recent Assignments Ascension Law, Heartwood Trees, Ice Age Investments, Compare Foods, S&ME national portfolio, Levine Properties; Dimensional Fund Advisors; Netflix; Montgomery & Co.; Canon USA; Cannon Design; Cedars-Sinai Medical Center; First Look Studios; Altour International; Shell Oil; Heyday Films; KB Homes; Learning Annex; Lion's Gate Entertainment; McElroy Advertising; WKT Public Relations; Countrywide Home Loans, National Payment Networks, RBZ. LLP Education University of Michigan-Bachelor of Science in Environmental Policy ; Real Estate license in North and South Carolina, California and New York; Community Involvement Union County Parks and Recreation Advisory Committee, Junior Achievement of the Carolinas Board, Arts and Science Council Board, Olde Providence Foundation Board, Charlotte Chamber, USGBC Charlotte Chapter, Executive Committee Board of Governors Cedars Sinai Projects As the national representative for S&ME, Russell was responsible for their Charlotte office 30,000 SF sale lease back. Renewing the headquarters in Raleigh, Integrating real estate nationally from mergers, and over 150,000 SF of national portfolio work. Russell represented over 400,000 square foot of new acquisitions, relocations, and renewals for KB home on a national basis. Transactions included their Corporate Headquarters, 80,000 sq. ft. in Las Vegas, 30,000 sq. ft. in Charleston, Indianapolis, Reno, Sarasota, and Phoenix. The team coordinated all aspects of leasing from acquisition, analysis, project management, and lease administration on behalf of KB Home throughout their portfolio. Representing RGG as Director of Leasing on 300,000 sq. ft. Modify-to-Suit in Las Vegas, developing property for Fortune 100 company headquarters. Russell Hughes: www.hughesra.comRich State of Mind Links:Website: www.richstateofmind.comInstagram : @rich_statebrand and @rich_invests_Podcast links: https://linktr.ee/anthanerichiePlease like and subscribe to my channel.See our cool wealth building and real estate T-shirt designs in the links below :Rich State of Mind Store :https://bit.ly/RichState--- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anSupport the show

Welcome to Jimbo Paris Show #22- Holding on to your Passion. (Georgia Woodbine).In this episode you'll appreciate that change does not happen overnight. You cannot change your life if you do not change your mindset.Georgia Woodbine is one of the world's top women speakers and expert in personal and professional development. Widely known as a change agent, dynamic and entertaining speaker and a highly sought-after trainer, she has helped to motivate and inspire an entire generation. She has been featured in media outlets such as; The Daily News, Huffington Post, Rolling Out Magazine, The Journal News and Amsterdam News, 103.9FM, 98.7Kiss FM, Power 104.4FM and Sirius Radio XM. She created a curriculum at The Learning Annex, one of the premier producers of seminars, lectures, classes, and workshops throughout North America. She was awarded 2018 Young, Gifted & Black (YGB) Entrepreneurial Awards Business Woman of the Year and also received The Chapters Rap 2018 Author Achievement Award.Stay in touch with her at www.georgiawoodbine.com and get a FREE GIFT! (5 Secrets to Turn Your Passion Into Profit)“TRANSFORMATION BEGINS WITH YOUR WILLINGNESS TO CHANGE THINGS THAT ARE NOT WORKING FOR YOU.”- Georgia Woodbine#TheJimboParisShow #Podcast #Podcasting#LifeCoach #TransformationalCoach #ExaminedLife#HiddenAbilities #KnowYourPurpose #Passion #SelfImprovement#PodcastShow #PodcastLife►Watch Our Previous Episode:Jimbo Paris Show #7- Dawson ChurchJimbo Paris Show #8- Allyson RobertsJimbo Paris Show #11- Robin Perry BraunJimbo Paris Show #12- Clinton YoungJimbo Paris Show #17- Life Coach to Transformational Coach (Brandon Handley)Jimbo Paris Show #21- Uncovering your Hidden Abilities (Wayne Forrest)Official Website : https://jimboparis.com/Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/JimboParisCONNECT WITH ME ON SOCIAL MEDIAFacebook : https://www.facebook.com/JimboParis1Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/mrjimboparis/For more information or contact: jimboparis1999@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this episode Alton, John and Barb talk to life coach Georgia Woodbine. We discuss mindset in life and how important it is. Some of the things we bring up is mindset, focus, meditation, and motivation. What is your biggest barrier?Georgia Woodbine Bio:She is one of the world's leading authorities in personal and professional development and has helped to motivate and inspire an entire generation.  She is widely known as a change agent, author, lifestyle transformation coach and dynamic and entertaining speaker. She has been featured in media outlets such as; The Daily News, Huffington Post, Rolling Out Magazine, Sirius XM Radio. She created curriculum and lectured at The Learning Annex, one of the premier producers of seminars, lectures, classes, and workshops throughout North America.  She has also been a guest speaker at Time Warner Cable, Columbia University, Stony Brook University, Rutgers University, Howard University, Medgar Evers College, Monroe College, Georgian Court University, as well as a long list of other network organizations. She has authored several books and has over fifteen years of entrepreneurial business success as well as an extensive marketing background working in the entertainment industry with; Def Jam, PolyGram, WNYU Radio, WQHT-Hot 97, Black Enterprise Magazine, and the Apollo Theatre where she honed her management, promotions, and marketing skills. She created and developed curriculum based on her book How to Choose Your Career Path: Charting Your Success and lectured at numerous school districts and colleges to help prepare students with employment tools and life skills.  She has been a life coach for over 13 years and has trained and coached hundreds of people.  In love with life, she enjoys being an empowerment advocate for others to find their true purpose. She captures her audiences with her message of hope, inspiration and the power of intention. Her passion continues to touch countless souls in their pursuit of happiness.Walk with Georgia on the journey to a happier and healthier lifestyle at:Click here www.georgiawoodbine.comVisit https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC6GbdCg3orQBN0QQnv4JdbEqyV4kwGu8Follow on Instagram https://instagram.com/georgiawoodbine/Like on Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/georgia.woodbine?ref=tn_tnmnTweet on Twitter https://twitter.com/GWNetworkShare on Linked In www.linkedin.com/pub/georgia-woodbine/29/412/5/EditLearn more about Is Your Mindset Your Biggest Barrier In Life  you can visit: www.thedecidingfactorpodcast.comThis podcast is presenting Is Your Mindset Your Biggest Barrier In Life information but also try to cover the following subject:-meditation -having a healthy body for great success -motivation is part of a great mindsetMake sure to keep the conversation going on our social medias as well as on here.YouTube ► https://www.youtube.com/c/TheDecidingFTexas True Blue Coffee Support the Blue every time you drink coffee!The Honest Bison Get 20% OFF Ground Bison! Bison better than beef! Use code groundbison20Handstolearn Meaningful art to help tell your story. Use code FACTOR for 15% off of your order!BeefJerky.com Click on our link and then use AFF2020 for a 10% off your entire order!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/thedecidingfactor)

My next guest Beth Greer is the best-selling author of Super Natural Mom, which chronicles her journey of research and experimentation from eliminating a tumor in her chest by detoxing her home and body. Beth Greer is the former President of The Learning Annex -- one of the world's largest producers of seminars, lectures, online classes, and workshops throughout North America. Her work has been endorsed by Deepak Chopra and Dr. Joseph Mercola. You can find latest news, info and programs at bethgreer.com We talk about the following: 1. What exactly is a toxic home? 2. What we can do to ensure our home is cleaned with sustainable products and that we are living a toxic free life? 3. We talk about everything from food, to products like cleaning supplies, toothpaste, deodorant and more. 4. How Beth healed herself of a tumor in her chest 19 years ago. 5. Her main takeaways on creating a toxic-free life. Follow @Gateways_To_Awakening on Instagram or Facebook if you'd like to stay connected. I'd love to hear from you and learn more about what topics you'd like to learn about, and which shows and topics you enjoyed the most! And if anyone is struggling in your life, please share an episode that you think might help.

Alan Weiss is the Rock Star of Consulting.If you want to discover the secrets of building a million dollar consulting practice or any type of practice as a solo practitioner, this is the show for you.In this episode, Dave and Alan discuss: Moving beyond your own cocoon and taking in the rest of the world. Differentiating yourself as someone you and others want to know. Networking – it's a process, not an event. Creating and maintaining a healthy self-esteem when you're an independent professional or sales executive.  Key Takeaways and actionable tips:  Be well-read and well-traveled. Stop talking about your field and start talking about other things. Charge for value. Appear in the public square that makes sense to your clients frequently with new intellectual property. Do not listen to unsolicited feedback. About Alan Weiss:https://alanweiss.com/Email: alan@summitconsulting.comAlan Weiss is one of those rare people who can say he is a consultant, speaker, and author and mean it.His consulting firm, Summit Consulting Group, Inc., has attracted clients such as Merck, Hewlett-Packard, GE, Mercedes-Benz, State Street Corporation, Times Mirror Group, The Federal Reserve, The New York Times Corporation, Toyota, and over 500 other leading organizations. He has served on the boards of directors of the Trinity Repertory Company, a Tony-Award-winning New England regional theater, Festival Ballet, and chaired the Newport International Film Festival.His speaking typically includes 20 keynotes a year at major conferences, and he has been a visiting faculty member at Case Western Reserve University, Boston College, Tufts, St. John's, the University of Illinois, the Institute of Management Studies, and the University of Georgia Graduate School of Business. He has held an appointment as adjunct professor in the Graduate School of Business at the University of Rhode Island where he taught courses on advanced management and consulting skills to MBA and PhD candidates. He once held the record for selling out the highest priced workshop (on entrepreneurialism) in the then-21-year history of New York City's Learning Annex. His Ph.D. is in psychology. He has served on the Board of Governors of Harvard University's Center for Mental Health and the Media.He is an inductee into the Professional Speaking Hall of Fame® and the concurrent recipient of the National Speakers Association Council of Peers Award of Excellence, representing the top 1% of professional speakers in the world. He has been named a Fellow of the Institute of Management Consultants, one of only two people in history holding both those designations.His prolific publishing includes over 500 articles and 60 books, including his best-seller, Million Dollar Consulting (from McGraw-Hill) now in its 25th year and fifth edition. His newest is Threescore and More: Applying the Assets of Maturity, Wisdom, and Experience for Personal and Professional Success (Routledge, 2018). His books have been on the curricula at Villanova, Temple University, and the Wharton School of Business, and have been translated into 15 languages.

Another banger of an episode throwing a little shade taking some shade and laughing our way through another covid podcast. Thanks for listening Email questions or comments to athinlinebgas@gmail.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Award winning author, national columnist, inspirational speaker, and host of the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Radio and TV Show, Kala Ambrose's teachings are described as discerning, empowering and inspiring. Whether she's speaking with world-renowned experts on the Explore Your Spirit with Kala Show, writing about empowering lifestyle choices, reporting on new discoveries in the scientific and spiritual arenas or teaching to groups around the country, fans around the world tune in daily for her inspirational musings and lively thought-provoking conversations.A highly interactive teacher on a mission to educate, entertain and inspire, Kala teaches and writes about ancient wisdom teachings and how their techniques can be used in modern day living. Her books, The Awakened Aura: Experiencing the Evolution of Your Energy Body and 9 Life Altering Lessons: Secrets of the Mystery Schools Unveiled both cover these topics.In addition, Kala shares her love of history, travel and the spirit world in her books Spirits of New Orleans and Ghosthunting North Carolina. Her books are designed to explore the history of cities in an entertaining manner while sharing haunted stories and offering travel tips on how to best see the cities to shop, dine, stay, and visit the haunted sites.Kala writes for the Huffington Post, the Examiner, AOL, Yahoo and Fate Magazine and presents workshops nationally on the Mind/Body/Spirit connection including Auras and Energy Fields, Developing Business Intuition, Haunted History, and Wisdom Teachings at the Omega Institute, John Edward Presents Infinite Quest, the Learning Annex, LilyDale Assembly, and Daily Om. More at www.ExploreYourSpirit.com

Dug & Omar get real about what it takes to create a successful speaking business and how to deal with challenging times. Although the terms, “dynamic,” “high-energy” &“super achiever” all describe Omar Periu as he is today, they aren't exactly the words that portrayed the results accomplished in his early career. Omar and his family fled Castro's regime when he was only 7 years old. They arrived in Miami with no money, no family or friends in America, and nothing but the clothes on their backs. Omar Periu proudly wears his rags to riches story for others to hear about and learn from. Not knowing enough about success and its outcome, Omar sought out & studied the masters. He observed the difference between the performance of top achievers & those barely squeaking by making a living. By the time Omar turned 31, he owned some of the most profitable fitness facilities in the United States. From his modest beginnings as a ​take-it-on-the-chin​ salesperson, Omar knew the pain of rejection and failure. Omar developed his Zero to Wealth SystemsTM, The Investigative Selling PrinciplesTM, The One Minute Meeting Effective Presentation SystemTM, and From Management to LeadershipTM skills. Implementing these into his own career, he soon became one of the top professionals in his field! He discovered how to master effective presentations, sophisticated closing skills, and the power to influence and persuade. Most importantly, he is now teaching these unique success systems to entrepreneurs, salespeople, and leaders all over the world! Like Omar's experience, having internalized these principles, his students are now reporting their greatest triumphs ever!! Omar's content is fresh and inspiring, his presentations are impeccable and his story is unforgettable. Omar has personally delivered more than 5,000 seminars, workshops, and training programs. He has trained more than five million people in more than 2/3's of the Fortune 500 companies. He has been a featured speaker at events with superstars Zig Ziglar, General Colin Powell, Larry Bird, Harvey Mackay, Jim Rohn, Terry Bradshaw, Larry King, Tony Robbins, Don Shula, Lou Holtz, Denis Waitley and many more! He was voted Top 10 Instructor at The Learning Annex and Hall of Fame speaker for Martial Arts World. He is a member of the National Speakers Association and has been inducted into the prestigious International Platform Association. His articles are published in Success Magazine, Sales and Management Magazine, Selling Power Magazine, and Martial Arts Success Magazine. He has authored 19 best-selling books. Omar has also been featured in three ​Chicken Soup for The SoulTM​ books. He has been presented with the Business Man of the Year award for the state of Florida, by the Florida Business Advisory Council and Hall of Fame Speaker of the Year. He is on the Board of Directors to Wayne Huizenga's School of Entrepreneurs and Nova Southeastern University. Most importantly, he has dedicated himself to helping others fulfill their dreams by teaching them how to achieve greatness! Omar compassionately helps groups and individuals learn how to overcome fear, failure, and handle rejections. He will help you get out of the slump that holds you back from becoming a true champion with his inspiring stories and motivational precepts! Omar encourages you to face your fears, kick your counter-productive habits, and become a calculated risk-taker. He asks you to THINK about where you are now, where you WANT to be, and HOW to get there as quickly as possible. Omar Periu is more than a motivator; his peers refer to him as "The Master Motivational Teacher." To quote Omar's philosophy: ​"Success is in the moment, make every moment count!" Please help me welcome the #1, How-To-Trainer in America, your “Motivational Teacher,” Mr. Omar Periu!! For more info on Omar go to www.omarperiu.com Get your free Guided Hypnotic Meditation at www.guidedhypnotic.com  

When Johanna Sawalha's mother got divorced, she experienced what many kids of single parents do: being a listening ear for an overwhelmed parent. And so her career as a coach got an early start. Now Johanna stewards people into greater leadership who feel the call to purpose. She helps them sit through the discomfort of the storms, and change their inner climates to produce better weather. Watch this episode for a discussion about the confronting nature of our times, and suggestions for how to navigate it with greater ease. About Johanna Sawalha Jo is an Executive Coach and coach to high performers. She has particular expertise in coaching C-level professionals, building entrepreneurial companies, career building and transitions, as well as executive & leadership coaching and fast track sales force training. She has created & led executive coaching programs at, among others, the following New York institutions: The Woodhull Institute for Ethical Leadership, The Learning Annex, SoHo House, as well as Stockholm School of Economics. Jo's also held a column in the trend watch magazine Modern Economy doing global analysis of world trends. She was Senior Vice President a New York based coaching firm teaching at MIT and Stanford Business School, with AOL, Sony and Conde Nast among their clients. Her clients range from high-level executives at Blackstone Investment Group to the Hollywood movie industry. Her client roster features Blackstone, The Port Authority, and during her five years in Texas The San Antonio Current and affiliated media companies, The Media Justice League, Turner Holdings, San Antonio Sports and VentureLab – a non-profit STEM organization for girls. In Texas, Jo also held coaching workshops at Our Lady of the Lake University for student body, faculty and staff, as well coaching politicians in local government. Connect with Johanna: Web  https://johannasawalha.com/ Facebook   https://www.facebook.com/johannasawalhaexecutivecoaching/ Twitter  https://twitter.com/johannasawalha LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/johannasawalha/   YOUR GUIDE TO SOUL NECTAR – KERRI HUMMINGBIRD SAMI I love mentoring women to rewrite the story of their lives through inner transformation, connection to essence, remembrance of purpose, and realignment to authenticity and truth. If you don't want to settle for anything less than a life of passion and purpose, book a Discovery Call and let's talk! Schedule today! http://bit.ly/2CpFHFZ FREE GIFT: The Love Mastery Game, an oracle for revealing your soul's curriculum in every day challenges. http://www.kerrihummingbird.com/play Do you lack the confidence to trust yourself and go for what you want? When you take actions towards your dreams, does self-doubt infect your certainty? Do you find yourself distracting and numbing while also feeling something is missing inside? Do you feel disrespected and like your wisdom is being dismissed? Do you have a hard time asking for what you need? You may benefit from healing the Mother Wound and reconnecting with the Divine Mother for love. Find out more at www.motherwoundbook.com You may be a member of The Second Wave, here to uplift human consciousness from the inside out by healing patterns of suffering that run through your ancestry. Find out about “The Second Wave: Transcending the Human Drama” and receive a guided meditation at www.thesecondwave.media READ an Excerpt from the Award-Winning memoir, Awakening To Me.