Podcast appearances and mentions of Marla Maples

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

Live, Local, Topical, and Authentic where you provide the balance to our content. Tonight, Shelley plays interview with Marla Maples, talks to Jim Jordan, talks about what Antoinio Brown said, and much more. Listen LIVE weeknights 7pm-9pm on 95.5 WSB!

Send us a textMeg tells the true tale behind the most famous tabloid headline of all time: Headless Body in Topless Bar. Jessica looks into the back story of iconic writer Irwin Shaw's beef with his alma mater, Brooklyn College.Please check out our website, follow us on Instagram, on Facebook, and...WRITE US A REVIEW HEREWe'd LOVE to hear from you! Let us know if you have any ideas for stories HEREThank you for listening!Love,Meg and Jessica

Il était une fois…Donald Trump et Melania Knauss. Le grand blond au teint orange et le mannequin slovène aux yeux de chat. Leurs chemins auraient pu ne jamais se croiser. Mais on est aux Etats-Unis, le pays où tout est possible… Ensemble, ils sont tout de suite partis en mode “autoroute”. Donald a d'ailleurs flashé sur Melania alors qu'il était encore marié avec Marla Maples. C'était dans une boîte de nuit new-yorkaise il y a…26 ans, Melania a failli ne pas céder au charme pourtant évident de Donald, et puis si. On a un temps choisi de les ignorer, comme on ignore parfois une télé-réalité douteuse. Et puis on n'a plus pu. Parce qu'ils ont gravi les échelons du pouvoir ensemble - enfin, elle est toujours bien derrière lui -, et sont finalement devenus président et first lady des États-Unis en 2017.  Depuis, ils ont été moqués, hués, méprisés… Mais leur couple a aussi fasciné, interrogé, intrigué… Dans le cadre d'une saga en trois épisodes consacrés à la vie privée de Donald Trump, On a replongé dans l'histoire du couple. Et deux questions essentielles se sont posées. Première question : Melania et Donald Trump s'aiment-ils vraiment ? Deuxième question : Melania est-elle la seule personne au monde dont Donald a vraiment peur ?...Pour répondre aux questions de la journaliste Marion Galy-Ramounot, sont interviewés dans cet épisode :- Charlotte Hays, chroniqueuse pour le New York Observer et le Washington Times.- Laurence Haïm est journaliste, longtemps correspondante à la Maison-Blanche pour Canal Plus, réalisatrice du documentaire « Melania Trump, cet obscur objet du pouvoir » diffusé 2020. - David Cay Johnston, journaliste d'investigation, grand reporter au New York Times pendant 15 ans- Stephen Bunard, expert en intelligence relationnelle et en analyse gestuelle et comportementale.Scandales est un podcast de Madame Figaro, écrit et présenté par Marion Galy-Ramounot, et produit par Lucile Rousseau-Garcia. Camille Lamblaut a été chargée d'enquête. Océane Ciuni est la responsable éditoriale de Scandales, un podcast produit par Louie Créative, l'agence de contenus audios de Louie Média. Cet épisode de Scandales est à retrouver sur toutes vos plateformes : Apple Podcasts,  Spotify, Deezer et Amazon Music.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Rabbi Eliyahu Jian discusses the inner meaning behind Pinchas' act of zealotry.Rabbi Eliyahu Jian is a global thought leader, transformational life and business coach, spiritual coach, relationship coach, author and motivational speaker. He has been transforming thousands of lives around the globe for decades, including some of the world's most famous and influential people, such as Madonna, Demi Moore, Blake Mallen, Eva Cavalli, Elie Tahari, Marla Maples, and Guy Ritchie.

Justice Putnam threw us a curve ball this morning, with word that Marla Maples is ready to accept the mantle of the vice presidency. It could happen! Prepare yourself for the next stage of The Convicted Felon's obstruction of justice: blocking his trial judges from carrying out their orders from SCOTUS. So… ready for Supreme Court reform? Here's a new angle on it, that seeks to build a little more fairness into the system. Super-perv Donald Trump surrounds himself with under-pervs, as you well know. A.J. Delgado, whose face was eaten by a leopard, knows it too. And has the texts to prove it. Oh, and RFKJr. is a f-ing wackadoodle. When Joan McCarter stops by, she helpfully explains that I've misunderstood the latest Gop conspiracy theory, but not to worry, because the one she was talking about is just as dumb as the one I was imagining. And speaking — as we were before — about the need for SCOTUS reform, Joan's been talking about that since forever. So we talk about it some more. In what might be a sneak preview of a future post, Joan entertains us with the story of the caucus that one day hopes to kick all its own members out: the House Freedom Caucus.

US Arab Radio is excited to announce an exclusive interview with Dr. Massad F. Boulos, the Arab American father-in-law of Tiffany Trump, daughter of former President Donald Trump. This interview, led by renowned journalist Ray Hanania, delves into the widespread misunderstandings many Arab Americans have about Donald Trump, which Dr. Boulos attributes to "media bias" and falsehoods propagated by Trump's Democratic opponents. Dr. Boulos, whose son Michael is married to Tiffany Trump, reveals his efforts alongside other Arab Americans to "clear up misunderstandings" and garner support for Trump's re-election bid in the upcoming November 5, 2024, presidential election. Tiffany Trump is the only child of Donald Trump and his second wife, Marla Maples. Highlighting community outreach, Dr. Boulos mentions that Arab Americans are actively organizing meetings with community leaders in several key states, including Michigan, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Washington D.C., New York, and Minnesota.

Rock Star turned global activist Sacha Stone returns to Awakened Nation to share with us the major shifts taking place on planet earth. From the global awakening, to the Mechanics of Ascension, to his new pet project, The New Earth Farmacy (bringing people back to health through natural healing), Sacha shares with Brad an enlightening conversation on what to expect in the coming years as Humanity awakens. About Sacha Stone: Former rock musician and artist Sacha Stone grew up in Rhodesia-Zimbabwe throughout the war for independence. He established Humanitad in 1999 and has worked across both the NGO and IGO sectors as an outspoken advocate of human rights and natural justice. He has instigated peace initiatives and education programs, lobbied against human-rights abuses in different parts of the globe and continues to prosecute for the protection of vanguard innovators, scientists and doctors. Sacha founded the New Earth Project an evolving blueprint for sustainable, sovereign and self-determining communities, headquartered out of the world renowned (Akasha) NewEarth Haven in Bali. Sacha is also founder of the ITNJ International Tribunal for Natural Justice, which launched under multilateral observership in June 2015 via a ceremonial seating and ratification ceremony at Westminster Central Hall in London on the 800th anniversary of the signing of Magna Carta. This new planetary court is committed to the dispensation of natural justice: www.humanitad.org The ITNJ launched the Judicial Commission of Inquiry into Human Trafficking & Child Sex Abuse at Westminster Central Hall in London in Spring 2018. The Commission continues to hear witness testimonies from survivors and expert witnesses from around the globe via on-line virtual court seatings. A Judicial Commission of Inquiry into Weaponisation of the Biosphere launched in 2019 and in 2020 the court launched an inquiry into Corona/Covid (still underway as of Q4/2020):   www.commission.itnj.org Sacha is founder of the World Health Sovereignty Summit with many of the worlds leading advocates in the sector including: Robert Kennedy Jr., Del Bigtree, G. Edward Griffin, Professor Dolores Cahill, Dr Christiane Northrup, Marla Maples, Charlene Bollinger, Dr Rashid Buttar, Dr Sherri Tenpenny, Andrew Wakefield, Dr David Martin, etc…: www.reclaimyourlives.com Sacha is an activist, public speaker, publisher, writer and film-maker: www.sachastone.com Host of Awakened Nation: Brad Szollose --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/awakenednation/support

Get to know these successful thought leaders and find out how they present themselves and their crafts as experts in their fields. Eliyahu Jian is a life and spiritual coach, motivational speaker, and advisor to people of all ages and backgrounds. He is co-founder of Vital Transformation, a non-profit organization that provides spiritual guidance to online members and students in LA, Miami, and NYC. He authored the book, The Laughing Billionaire, on how to become rich and happy. Eliyahu empowers people to be the best versions of themselves, create stronger relationships, achieve career success, and create healthier lifestyles by developing a spiritual connection. He has been transforming thousands of lives around the world for decades, including famous and influential people in the likes of Madonna, Blake Mallen, Demi Moore, and Marla Maples. If you or someone in your network want more in your lives, consider reaching out to Eliyahu Jian by visiting his websites https://www.linkedin.com/in/eliyahujian/ and https://www.eliyahujian.com/.  Michelle Kopper is a transformational message mentor. She is a voice, video, and visibility expert. Michelle aims to help purposeful experts break through the vulnerability that holds them back from creating the biggest impact. If you are purposely driven but found yourself holding back somehow, consider reaching out to Michelle Kopper by logging on to https://michellekopper.com/ and by visiting https://www.linkedin.com/in/michellekopper/.  Dr. Dennis Reina is the internationally sought-after-trust-building consultant, speaker, executive coach, award-winning and bestselling author, and co-founder of Reina Trust Building. He helps develop teams and foster leadership effectiveness through building and sustaining trust that produces business results. He and his life partner Dr. Michelle Reina are both PhDs whose work focuses on the comprehensive study of trust building –  defining it with measurable benchmarks and applying that knowledge to organizations so people and workplaces can thrive. If your executive team is executing a brilliant but not necessarily the right strategy, consider reaching out to Dr. Dennis Reina by visiting his website https://reinatrustbuilding.com/ and https://www.linkedin.com/in/dennisreina/.  Global Credibility Expert, Mitchell Levy is a TEDx speaker and international bestselling author of over 60 books. As The AHA Guy at AHAthat (https://ahathat.com), he helps to extract the genius from your head in a two-three hour interview so that his team can ghostwrite your book, publish it, distribute it, and make you an Amazon bestselling author in four months or less. He is an accomplished Entrepreneur who has created twenty businesses in Silicon Valley including four publishing companies that have published over 800 books. He's provided strategic consulting to over one hundred companies, and has been chairman of the board of a NASDAQ-listed company. Mitchell has been happily married for thirty years and regularly spends four weeks in Europe with family and friends. Visit https://mitchelllevy.com/mitchelllevypresents/ for an archive of all the podcast episodes.   Connect to Mitchell Levy on: Credibility Nation YouTube Channel: https://bit.ly/3kGA1LI Credibility Nation LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/credibilitynation/ Mitchell Levy Present AHA Moments: https://mitchelllevy.com/mitchelllevypresents/ Thought Leader Life: https://thoughtleaderlife.com Twitter: @Credtabulous Instagram: @credibilitynation Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

SEASON 2, EPISODE 110: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:44) SPECIAL COMMENT: THIS IS TUESDAY JANUARY 23rd, THE EIGHTH DAY OF TRUMP'S DEMENTIA CRISIS: While Trump and his defenders quadruple-down on the Orwellian lie that he MEANT to conflate Nikki Haley and Nancy Pelosi and January 6th, Trump adds a new reason for serious concern about his mental stability. In an interview in New Hampshire for the primary, Trump is asked about Haley's insistence he is not competent and in one answer invokes Dr. Ronny Jackson, can't remember his name, recalls it, moves to a different topic, and then brings up Ronny Jackson again - as if for the first time. There's a reason Ron DeSantis did NOT end his campaign, but, like Ramaswamy, only suspended it. Like Haley, they both know that something above-and-beyond all previous problems has hit Trump and they will stay quietly and obediently in the background until it - or something else - comes and gets him. There is little to report from New Hampshire, though the networks and newspapers will report it anyway. They will also tell you that Trump did better in Iowa than he will in the Granite State even though the reverse is true - because math may be hard but bucking the conventional wisdom is harder. Trump got 51% of the voters (and 7% of all Republicans) in Iowa. He may get 57% in N.H. That would be MORE. B-Block (20:23) POSTSCRIPTS TO THE NEWS: It's time for The New York Times to stop publishing the same column Maureen Dowd has rewritten every week since 1997; how NOT to suppress the news in Colorado (28:25) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: The DeSantis War Room loses the battle of South CAROLINIA. When not to sue because the ladies trashed you on Facebook. And when they invite you to sing at Dolly Parton's birthday and you start swearing and The Grand Old Opry has to apologize for - your career is over. C-Block (33:05) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: A friend gave me some winter clothing bearing her company's logo and I flashed back to this time in 1980 when United Press International gave me my official Lake Placid Winter Olympics parka and...the lining wasn't fur or down or foam but CONSTRUCTION PAPER.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this Podcast...Manny talks about the compass and navigator to both your personal life and those you come into contact with, that you might be looking to lead, persuade, or influence.   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       The different directions you can take…   -       How to navigate them properly.   -       What really moves people...         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/nZs5DC1gmag       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas   

Constricting or contracting?   This video I share what I learned about how to unlock you from holding yourself back and expanding the mind.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       Physhological acceleration…   -       How to catch yourself holding back.   -       The difference between high level and low level...         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/tYLTLCRktoU       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas   

Shannon Elizabeth has starred in over 50 films and television shows, including the global hits American Pie, Scary Movie and the newly rebooted Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back.   Shannon has a deep and abiding respect for all life and is a staunch protagonist of a vegan lifestyle. In 2001, she began to follow her true life's passion of saving animals by launching her non-profit, Animal Avengers, first as a dog and cat rescue operation and then with the broader remit of wildlife conservation.   Shannon continues her acting career, but her primary focus has become helping wild animals in Africa and elsewhere by whatever means necessary. In order to be hands on with her projects and to expand their scope and influence, Shannon moved to Africa in 2016 and now lives in Cape Town.   The media development of the Shannon Elizabeth Foundation, especially production of video content, will be a major aspect of Shannon's ongoing work. In addition, Shannon continues to travel for acting and public appearances, speaking engagements and whenever needed to help animals in the hope of making the world an even better place.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       Going down the path and the meaning to life…   -       The bad advice about “acting like a star” Shannon received.   -       How your platform today is the start of something so much bigger!       3 of Shannon's Best Quotes!   “I've always been that person that wants to connect other people”   “You can't live your life for them”   “Everything comes down to what are we here for”          Follow Shannon:     https://www.shannonelizabeth.com/ https://shannonelizabeth.org/ https://www.instagram.com/shannonelizabeth/ https://www.facebook.com/OfficialShannonElizabeth/ https://twitter.com/shannonelizab         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/N4S5gwpt_xo         Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Jennifer Fessler on Being Comfortable in Your Own Skin   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000604451621     Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://thisismannyvargas.com   Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-var... Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

This video talks about our relationship with time.   Treat it equally or it might leave you.   I share this in a lot of presentations I do and now have it here for you...   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       How to treat time…   -       Why it's important to personify time.   -       How to use it with other people...         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/wbPJt-POqFo       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas   

This video talks about how to meet the "people caring" nerve and need to be liked by everyone.   I was asked about it and then shared now am bringing it to this video...   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       How to overcome thinking about what others think of you…   -       You're not the only one.   -       How it happens over time...         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Lt5os2sA5pQ       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas   

Jana and her friends hang out with actress Marla Maples, whose ex husband you might know… as former President Donald Trump.  She spills the real tea on their marriage and how they've maintained a strong and supportive relationship after splitting.  Plus, Jana leads the ultimate debate: Thumbs Up vs “Heart” on a text… what do you do with your significant other??See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Manny does a solo show talking about how to bring out your capacity.   Few people ever explore where and how it can really be exploited.   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       Why kids can rally you…   -       The thought of playing full out.   -       You're better than that inspiration!         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/cp7DlWU-Ayc       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas    

On this podcast Mark Shunock!   Current host and area announcer for the Las Vegas Golden Knights and Top Rank Boxing.   A former player in the Canadian Hockey League, he retired from hockey to pursue an acting career.   One of his many acting jobs included his performance in the Broadway hit "Rock of Ages".   Mark is also the creator of "Mondays Dark", Vegas' premiere variety show for a cause.   "Mondays Dark" has raised over 1 million dollars and partnered with over 100 local organizations, and every dollar has stayed in Las Vegas.       In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       The power of good family values…   -       How you can end up where you want in unexpected ways.   -       The reality of taking a chance because you want to be a part of something!       3 of Mark's Best Quotes!     “I was very fortunate to have the family I did”   “You gotta be on, you gotta be present”   “It's incredible what pro sports did for Las Vegas”         Follow Mark:   https://mondaysdark.com/     https://twitter.com/markshunock?lang=en https://www.linkedin.com/in/mark-shunock-1018b4174 https://www.instagram.com/markshunock/​         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/M2lCp8pcdu4       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com   Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

Manny does a solo show talking about commitment even when you dont want to...   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights   -       Why this message matters…   -       The thought of commitment.   -       Even when you dont want to!         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/e0FHU3386KU       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com    Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas    

In this SOLO SHOW with Always on the GROW Podcast host Manny Vargas, he takes us inside his mind on inspiration and how he see it as the seasons change.   Digest as you wish, there are elements of inspiration all around us.   10 minutes of individual thought in this podcast, we MUST replenish sources of what moves us.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       The thought of inspiration…   -       How he sees it over the years.   -       What Manny's is inspired by today!        Watch the Solo Podcast on YouTube: https://youtu.be/gk-hu5P0nUU       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas       Follow Manny:   http://alwaysonthegrow.com   Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

George J. Chanos, Esq. served as Nevada's thirty-first Attorney General. He administered Nevada's Department of Justice and acted as the state's chief legal officer and advisor.   While serving as Nevada's Attorney General, he successfully argued (9/0) the case of Whorton v. Bockting, 549 U.S. 406 (2007) before the Supreme Court of the United States.   Prior to serving as Nevada's Attorney General, Mr. Chanos had a distinguished legal career representing individual and corporate clients on all matters relating to the growth and management of their businesses.   He is an author, speaker and business consultant. He has served on numerous boards, both civic and corporate and for the last ten years has served as Chairman of Capriotti's Sandwich Shop Inc., a rapidly growing one-hundred-plus-unit QSR franchise whose Millennial owners—his partners—he continues to advise and mentor. ​   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       What it takes to manipulate your brain for better or worse…   -       How George won his case before the United States Supreme Court.   -       The climate of the world and economy and what it means to the future!       3 of George's Best Quotes!   “I believed very heavily in myself”   “What do you want to do with your one and only life?”   “I'm very proud of America”       Buy George's Books   https://georgejchanos.com/#books     Follow George:   https://georgejchanos.com/ https://www.facebook.com/georgejchanos/ https://twitter.com/georgejchanos https://www.instagram.com/themillennialsamurai/           Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/_ZhCuX1Tzro         Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas         Follow Manny:   alwaysonthegrow.com  Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

Julia is an actress, model, and artist living in NYC.   Creative I know.   That's what she sent me.   Side note, creative fun aside, this podcast is incredible!       In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       The power of being honest about yourself with yourself…   -       How to surrender your ego.   -       The resolve needed to get things done in tough times!       3 of Julia's Best Quotes!   “Everything I wanna do I do it”   “I've never in my life felt like I am better than anyone”   “We're all put into extremely different circumstances when we are born”       Follow Julia:   https://www.instagram.com/juliageiernyc/       Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/d9ueqxZ5A2E     Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Real Housewives & CEO Jennifer Fessler on Being Comfortable in your Own Skin   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas       Follow Manny:   http://thisismannyvargas.com     Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

In this episode, I'm delighted to introduce influencer Sacha Stone. We discuss various spiritual concepts, including the nature of consciousness, the soul, and the nature of "evil" among many other topics.Sacha draws on his own experiences and research to explore these concepts in a way that is truly thought-provoking. There are so many important issues discussed in this episode - please do let me know what resonates with you and what you would like us to discuss next time. Reach out in the comments below, depending on what platform you're listening on, or find me on social media.- What Belief Systems have you Changed personally Over the last few years?- How are You connecting to your intuition / inner knowingEpisode Guest:Sacha Stone is an activist, public speaker, publisher, writer and film-makerFormer rock musician and artist Sacha Stone grew up in Rhodesia-Zimbabwe throughout the war for independence. He established Humanitad http://www.humanitad.org/ in 1999 and has worked across both the NGO and IGO sectors as an outspoken advocate of human rights and natural justice. He has instigated peace initiatives and education programs, lobbied against human-rights abuses in different parts of the globe and continues to prosecute for the protection of vanguard innovators, scientists and doctors.Sacha is founder of the World Health Sovereignty Summit with many of the worlds leading advocates in the sector including: Robert Kennedy Jr., Del Bigtree, G. Edward Griffin, Professor Dolores Cahill, Dr Christiane Northrup, Marla Maples, Charlene Bollinger, Dr Rashid Buttar, Dr Sherri Tenpenny, Andrew Wakefield, Dr David Martin, etc…: www.reclaimyourlives.comWEBSITE YOUTUBE FACEBOOK INSTAGRAM Key Moments: 00:00:00 - Coming up…00:01:17 - Meet my guest00:05:11 - Sacha's current focus00:10:06 - Is there a problem with today's society?00:18:03 - Sacha's belief systems00:25:38 - Sacha's practices for daily life00:33:53 - Steering clear of “evil”00:47:33 - Optimism and concerns00:51:08 - The New Earth Sanctuary01:01:06 - Final Thoughts--Asea Products The Roots Brand Lifewave Patches Ascent Nutrition CEA - Dog Nutrition Course CEA - Cat Nutrition Course Follow me on social media:YouTube

In this SOLO SHOW with Always on the GROW Podcast host Manny Vargas, he takes us inside a simple formula for GROW.   Use this to work any progress and make steady climbs up the ladder of life.   11 minutes of individual thought in this podcast, all things are either growing or dying.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       4-step grow method…   -       What parallel plants and babies have.   -       What Manny's mind works like as he thinks through items!        Watch the Solo Podcast on YouTube: https://youtu.be/kR28LyQID9Y       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas   Stitcher:   https://www.stitcher.com/show/a-desire-to-inspire-with-manny-patrick       Follow Manny:   http://thisismannyvargas.com   Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-var... Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

David Weintraub Is an Industry Veteran With Over 25 Years Of Experience In All Areas Of The Entertainment Business. He got his start in the industry in the A&R department of Interscope Records and Death Row Records, working with the entire roster of hip-hop superstars.   David then went on to work for Eminem on his first two albums. Shortly after, he moved on to become a talent agent at William Morris Agency and United Talent Agency. And he then left the agency business to become a TV show creator, talent manager, and executive producer in Hollywood.   But his rise in the industry didn't stop there… Since then, David set out to become the producer and creator of some of the biggest hit TV shows on television. Two of his hit TV shows, Sons Of Hollywood and Hollywood Hillbillies, also closely documented his real, raw and unfiltered journey in show business with his clients.   Throughout the years, Weintraub has produced over 1,000 hours of television episodes for some of the biggest networks in the world, such as VH1, A&E, E Entertainment!, WeTv, Bravo, Reelz, Fox, CW, MTV, CMT, Food Network, TLC, HGTV, NICK, TV One, Bet and Discovery.   Some of David's most notable clients include Too Short, Ray J, E40, Mike Tyson, Trisha Paytas, Birdman, Warren G, Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag, Scott Storch, Dennis Graham, Jermaine Dupri, Tha Dogg Pound, Justin Timberlake, Mount Westmore, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, Jeff Bridges, Harrison Ford, Eminem, Gwen Stefani, Scott Disick, Chuck Lidell, Soulja Boy, and Tana Mongeau, just to name a few.   David is the most sought-after pop culture manager and the force behind the representation of many of your favorite Bravo housewives, VH1 Love & Hip-Hop stars, and many other talents from Jersey Shore, The Kardashians, The Hills, 90 Day Fiancé, Selling Sunset, Dancing with the Stars, Too Hot to Handle, and The Masked Singer. ​   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       How he was able to navigate each level in Hollywood…   -       Why the influencer is the new celebrity.   -       The origins of how he got his feet under himself so fast!       3 of David's Best Quotes!   “You have to show your heart of what you want to do, and I wanted to achieve”   “I wanted to figure out the business”   “It's who you know and who you get your information from”       Follow David:   https://www.dwetalent.com/ https://www.instagram.com/sirdavidweintraub/ https://twitter.com/dwetalent     Buy the Hollywood Handbook: https://thehollywoodhandbook.com/       Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/wmS6gJiaATE         Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas   Stitcher:   https://www.stitcher.com/show/a-desire-to-inspire-with-manny-patrick       Follow Manny:   http://thisismannyvargas.com   Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-var... Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

Laura Bull is a bestselling author and brand strategist who specializes in transforming people into competitive and sustainable business brands.   Early on in her career, Laura spent ten years with Sony Music Entertainment, becoming one of the company's youngest executives at the age of twenty-eight. During her tenure, she spearheaded artist development and marketing for globally recognized brands including Carrie Underwood, Brad Paisley, and Johnny Cash among hundreds of other artists from Arista, RCA, Columbia, Epic, and Monument records.   A veteran of the music industry, she has served for more than a decade on the National Advisory Board for Musician's On Call.   Now an Amazon instant bestselling author in multiple categories like Marketing, Direct Marketing and Marketing for Small Business categories, From Individual to Empire: A Guide to Building an Authentic and Powerful Brand offers insurmountable knowledge to teach others what it takes to become a powerful "influencer."   Everyone in the marketing arena keeps discussing the power of influencers, but no one is discussing how an influencer becomes powerful.   Now she redefines the term “influencer” by expanding its scope offline, highlights positive psychology principles in terms of branding, and reveals the proprietary Brand Matrix that gives entrepreneurs step by step directions to discover their own authentic and competitive brand.   ​A consultant and speaker, Bull has been an adjunct professor for six years teaching disciplines in marketing and music business at multiple colleges and universities including SMU's Temerlin Advertising Institute. She has a BBA from Belmont University's Mike Curb School of Music Business and a Master of Liberal Studies from Southern Methodist University.   ​   In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       The power differences between branding and marketing…   -       How to understand your brand pillars.   -       The “IT” factor that doesn't exist!       3 of Laura's Best Quotes!   “It is always good to know what is happening in the marketplace, and it is always good to know where you stand in that”   “You have to be able to find what sets you apart in the marketplace”   “You have to become a Nike shoe to sell what you are creating”      Follow Laura: https://www.thebrandmgmt.com/ https://www.linkedin.com/company/thebrandmgmtco/ https://www.facebook.com/thebrandmgmtco https://www.instagram.com/thelaurabull/     Buy the book below: From Individual to Empire Book       Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/WiRq0GvTTJA       Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas   Stitcher:   https://www.stitcher.com/show/a-desire-to-inspire-with-manny-patrick     Follow Manny:  http://thisismannyvargas.com https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-vargas-86ba4449/ Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

Gina LaRocca started organizing homes in 2011 as a Professional Organizer.   Starting Always Organized in the busy Silicon Valley she was able to share her skills to organize her busy, on-the-go clients, as well as give them ideas about new beginnings, to any area.   She truly believes being organized is not only a matter of any area looking clean, but it's also a way of living a simple, clutter free, lifestyle.   Some may think, "there's no way I can get out from under this mess!", with Always Organized you can! "It's never too late to get organized!"   She works with top Silicon Valley executives, and top professional athletes around the country…   She is also a preferred partner of the Container Store.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       How she had the support to go after her dream…   -       What it takes to do her type of work.   -       How she approaches her line of work with an attitude of high level service!       3 of Gina's Best Quotes!   “I want to make sure my clients are taken care of to the best of my ability”   “Your house should be your sanctuary”   “I'm a helper I need to help people”       Follow Gina:   https://organizedbygina.com/ https://www.instagram.com/_alwaysorganized/         Watch the FULL Interview on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Yv6t39UXZt8         Other great podcast guest episodes:     Marla Maples on Being Reborn Again and Living on Purpose   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000613489510   Born to Perform and Persevere with Jaclyn Marfuggi Caprio   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000610828215       Subscribe and Listen to the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas   Stitcher:   https://www.stitcher.com/show/a-desire-to-inspire-with-manny-patrick       Follow Manny:   http://thisismannyvargas.com   Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-var... Instagram: @thisismannyvargas https://www.instagram.com/thisismannyvargas/ Twitter: @themannyvargas https://twitter.com/themannyvargas FB: @thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas TikTok: @thisismannyvargas     https://www.tiktok.com/@thisismannyvargas

Stop the Steal: It's the rallying cry of Trump supporters and election deniers who believe the 2020 election was stolen from them. In the final episode of Jordan Klepper Fingers the Conspiracy, Jordan dives into a theory about Italian satellites that led to a Biden win and the crack team that is working to set the record straight: an unidentified lawyer, a real estate agent, and Donald Trump's second wife, Marla Maples. Original air date: December 14, 2022See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Marla Maples is a passionate advocate for mental, spiritual and physical wellness and chooses to offer inspiration and guidance to those who are seeking more joy and harmony in their lives. Whether it's a path to healthy living through clean food choices or pausing for a moment to invoke a spiritual connection through meditation, Marla is offering a way to a fullness of life experiences. With more than 25 films, countless television appearances, dozens of magazine covers, and important volunteer work, Marla's life is joyful and complete. In this conversation, Marla shares her experiences, wisdom, and practical tips for living a more soulful and purposeful life. From her own journey of spiritual awakening to the transformative effects of awareness, physicality, transparency and excitement for life, Marla's perspective will inspire you to cultivate a deeper connection with yourself and the world around you. During the conversation, Marla dives into the power of purpose, the notion of burning desire, aligning with higher consciousness, and the role of love and compassion in spiritual growth. She also explores the profound impact spirituality has on our well-being, and how it can guide us through life's challenges with grace and resilience. Join us as we uncover the keys to living spiritually, aligning our values with our actions, and finding inner peace in the midst of the chaos. Whether you're seeking guidance on cultivating alignment, embracing change, or nurturing healthier relationships, Marla's wisdom will resonate deeply and inspire you to embark on your own spiritual journey. Don't miss out on this enlightening conversation with Marla Maples. Tune in now and discover the transformative power of living spiritually.     In this episode you will take away 3 promising insights (plus many more)   -       How Marla approaches forgiveness…   -       What makes her enjoy life at this stage so much.   -       The truth and transparency behind some of her unspoken traumas for earlier life!       3 of Marla's Best Quotes!   “I am a child of GOD”   “In quiet time I would go deeper in my thinking”   “Do something to give back to someone”       Connect with Marla Maples:     Website: https://www.marlamaples.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itsmarlamaples/ Press: https://www.marlamaples.com/press/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/itsMarlaMaples/       Other great powerful women podcast guest episodes:   Real Housewives Jennifer Fessler on Becoming Comfortable in your own skin…   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000604451621   Lisa Song Sutton on Entrepreneurial Gratitude and Growth   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas/id1150064033?i=1000609773395       Subscribe and Listen to the FULL AUDIO of the Always on the GROW with Manny Vargas Podcast on other platforms:     Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/show/4r7UJnPOK226P61eGCQ1o2?si=3cfa99ca922a4373   Amazon:   https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/81b57b24-ac69-4ee5-a02f-deb817096b4f/always-on-the-grow-with-manny-vargas   Stitcher:   https://www.stitcher.com/show/a-desire-to-inspire-with-manny-patrick     Connect with Manny: http://alwaysonthegrow.com https://www.linkedin.com/in/manny-vargas-86ba4449/ https://instagram.com/thisismannyvargas https://www.facebook.com/thisismannyvargas   Join the FREE Always on the GROW community, tapping into the best growth tools, trainings, and presentations Manny has done for companies and brands that have paid him, and you get it at the exchange of an email, not too bad eh? Alwaysonthegrow.com                                                                                                                                           

Trump has until 5pm on Sunday to tell a judge whether he wants to testify in the E. Jean Carroll rape and defamation case against him. However, the jury has already seen Trump's video deposition, in which he claimed Carroll was not his type but then mistook her photo for his second wife Marla Maples. Plus, the 24-year-old former Marine who held Jordan Neely in a fatal chokehold on the subway gives his first statement as prosecutors weigh charges. Also tonight: TV super-producer Shonda Rhimes talks with Alisyn Camerota about her greatest hits, the Supreme Court halts the execution of death row prisoner Richard Glossip, and, W. Kamau Bell takes on what it means to be mixed race in America in a new documentary.To learn more about how CNN protects listener privacy, visit cnn.com/privacy

Trump has until 5pm on Sunday to tell a judge whether he wants to testify in the E. Jean Carroll rape and defamation case against him. However, the jury has already seen Trump's video deposition, in which he claimed Carroll was not his type but then mistook her photo for his second wife Marla Maples. Plus, the 24-year-old former Marine who held Jordan Neely in a fatal chokehold on the subway gives his first statement as prosecutors weigh charges. Also tonight: TV super-producer Shonda Rhimes talks with Alisyn Camerota about her greatest hits, the Supreme Court halts the execution of death row prisoner Richard Glossip, and, W. Kamau Bell takes on what it means to be mixed race in America in a new documentary.To learn more about how CNN protects listener privacy, visit cnn.com/privacy

Donald Trump deposition in E. Jean Carroll rape trial FULL AUDIOThe full video of a deposition given by former president Donald Trump as part of his civil rape trial has been released. In the video, Trump calls his accuser, writer E. Jean Carroll a “nut job” and “mentally sick.” At one point, he also mistakes Carroll for his ex-wife Marla Maples in a photo.

Donald Trump deposition in E. Jean Carroll rape trial FULL AUDIOThe full video of a deposition given by former president Donald Trump as part of his civil rape trial has been released. In the video, Trump calls his accuser, writer E. Jean Carroll a “nut job” and “mentally sick.” At one point, he also mistakes Carroll for his ex-wife Marla Maples in a photo.

Hey Kits! Weekdays at 7-ish Eastern, we livestream The Daily Beaver Morning Show, a (sometimes) quick take on the news, in addition to our usual formats. After Day 11 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, the Jets are out, the Oilers are one away from closing up their series, and The Leafs once again could not seal the deal with only one win to go. But we ain't got time for that, because today we get to 'dish' about our southern cousins -- and the massive hot mess that currently is the US -- with "Deer Friend" of The Beaver Lodge, (Y)Our Ol' Pal Jake from the What You Can Do Show on YouTube / WYCD (wycdnetwork.com)  We get to go in depth -- and have some fun -- on Tucker; Fox; Murdoch; Fani Willis in Georgia; Alvin Bragg in New York; Mike Pence; Forrest Grump v. Ridin' with Biden, Part Deux; E. Jean Carrol; Marla Maples, and sooo much more. Join us for this Friday morning Beaver Bite. Today -- we talk about: The US Is a Bit of a Mess Our morning show is the purrr-fect thing for busy Kits who are on-the-go, but still want to stay engaged. PS: This episode is also available on our new True North Eager Beaver Media Inc. YouTube channel at [https://youtu.be/KIxmYrXfxBo]. PPS: If you wish to encourage us to do more, leave us a positive review and stars on Apple Podcasts and/or buy us a cup of coffee. Just go to [https://ko-fi.com/eagerbeaver] to find your way to our tip jar. This is episode number 109 of The Daily Beaver Morning Show. ________________ Not everyone can do everything. But everyone can do something. Because #DemocracyIsSomethingYouDo... Help support The Rosie Project by making a one-time, or a monthly year-long commitment, donation to our cause via our Ko-fi page -- ko-fi.com/eagerbeaver. Make sure you indicate it is For Rosie. We here at the TNEB will cover all the administration costs for your donation. Thank you. And write to your MP, MPP, MLA, MNA, Senator, or preferred local media outlet to tell them you reject Nazis and want them to hold feet to fire on supporting the Convoy, Stag and Dough, MGTOW, and Nazi-Brunch... and while you're at it, tell them to pay our public servants that which they're worth! ________________ Of course, retweets, shares, gentle corrections, constructive criticism, compliments, tips, requests, bribes to be on the show, and positive reviews (if you think we deserve some stars, please rate us) are always welcome. You can do that via our show's Facebook blog page, via Twitter @TrueEager, or by e-mail at TrueNorthEagerBeaver@gmail.com. And if you really enjoy our podcast, why not subscribe via our Podpage [https://www.podpage.com/the-true-north-eager-beaver/], and tell a friend? Until next time, be kind to, and gentle with, yourselves, Your Eager Beaver __________________ Thank you to our podcast's founding sponsors: * The Peppermaster * The Miss Vee Mysteries from Corvid Moon Publishing * Canadian Tarot Dot Com Artwork Credit: Pete Jarvis [Recording Date: April 28, 2023]

Meria Heller Roaring Decades The Jack Blood Show 360 2-16-2023 Meria HellerThe language on this show is not completely safe for work. The clash of political analysis isn't safe for anyone. Stop Trying this at home kiddies! Jack decided to bring Meria Heller to the 360 experience. A caller asked Meria if she supported infanticide. There were a few interesting questions from Chat. Jack tells Meria why he has Trump Forgiveness Syndrome and implies that his long-time friend has Trump Derangement Syndrome. Chuck piped in a few times to facilitate calls and switch things up a touch while doing what Jack asked him to do. It's a bit messy.Mr. Blood seems to have found some faith in magical things. Meria stuck around for the entire show. This podcast is less than two hours long because there was a lengthy live break that has been removed from the pod. Do you hear what I hear? Enjoy!Are you NOT entertained? I'm not Boomer Baby... So why don't you thrill me...By The Way, like a Mister Mxyzptlk and Beatlejuice hybrid, Trump can be sent back to The Filth Dimension which bares an uncanny resemblance to the slums of Queens New York where The Lord of Cult 45 blessed an orange-skinned-humanoid female with the seed of the Pale-skinned allegedly manish-kind on this rock with their personal savior and the imperfect divine instrument to Make Amerigo Great once more, and Brother Ali said onto the United Snakes there shall be no need for the auditions for the part of David. The Deep State looked upon its new and yet old mental plantation and said that it was good and bigly. Pledge your allegiance to the false flag of Divide snakes of Go Branden Go, and to the Republicans and Snitches Karen-ing the land, Bum nations asunder from God, easily divisible, with no liberty, but injustice for all. (Cut and Paste comments from Chat and Skype)Q: Did Jack go to school with The Germs' Darby Crash or Pat Smear? Q: Has Meria ever come into contact with Marla Maples?Is Jack Riding the Orange Idiot Train????Please tell Meria & Jack that they really need to resume their "Blood & Guts" show! Please & thanks.Is Maria a Demonocrat?! A DNC Disiple on Jack Blood?! She wants Creepy Joe Sniffin' her hair?!Please bring back Blood & Guts with Meria & Jack(End Cut and Paste Section)This is what can happen when a host leaves the show notes to Chuck.The Mouth That Roars, and does Hell & High Water with Chuck Twice per monthMeria Hellerhttp://meria.net/Jack Blood News:https://www.facebook.com/JackBloodNews/E-Mail and Paypaljackblood@hotmail.comYoutube Channelhttps://www.youtube.com/c/JackBloodIMDB:https://www.imdb.com/name/nm6910099/The Guy Producing this Pod.Chuck OchelliOchelli LinkTreehttps://linktr.ee/chuckochelliIf You Appreciate what Ochelli.com Radio Does:https://ochelli.com/donate/Ochelli Effect – Uncle – Age of Transitions – T-shirts and MORE:https://theageoftransitions.com/category/support-the-podcasts/PayPal & Contact for special arrangements:blindjfkresearcher@gmail.comOchelli Patreonhttps://www.patreon.com/ochelliDo you have a project, business, or message To PromoteBe Heard on The Ochelli Effect - The Jack Blood Show 360 - The Age of Transitions - Get M A D with Chris Graves - Uncle The Podcast or The whole Network. Rates Start at $50 per monthGet In TouchE-mailads@ochelli.com

Friday, January 20th, 2023 Today, in the Hot Notes: a judge dismisses Pete Navarro's motion to dismiss his contempt charges and grants the DoJ's motion in limie ; Trump mistakes E. Jean Carroll for his ex-wife Marla Maples; Alec Baldwin faces felony involuntary manslaughter charges; more bullshit from George Santos; the Supreme Court Marshall says they just can't figure out who leaked the Dobbs decision last summer; plus Dana and AG deliver your Good News. Check out other MSW Media podcasts https://mswmedia.com/shows/ Follow AG and Dana on Twitter: Dr. Allison Gill  https://twitter.com/allisongill https://twitter.com/MuellerSheWrote https://twitter.com/dailybeanspod Dana Goldberg https://twitter.com/DGComedy Minocqua Brewing - Wisconsin. Help fight the Gerrymander https://secure.actblue.com/donate/minocqua-brewing-co-superpac?fbclid=IwAR23Yd_oJLHNNR7YwCgP70DwfV0IiCTKnoad95xvWz98A71427fRkY24Ltw Have some good news, a confession, a correction? https://www.dailybeanspod.com/confessional/ Listener Survey: http://survey.podtrac.com/start-survey.aspx?pubid=BffJOlI7qQcF&ver=short Promo Code: Thanks to Athletic Greens for supporting The Daily Beans. Go to athleticgreens.com/dailybeans and get a FREE 1 year supply of immune-supporting Vitamin D AND 5 FREE travel packs with your first purchase. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

[Explicit Language] David had a computer meltdown so it's just Bob and Jody today. The US has reached its debt limit and the both-siderism is underway. How does it end without an economic disaster? Republicans propose a 30 percent sales tax and the elimination of the IRS. Trump posts a video promo for his appearance at Diamond's funeral. Trump while under oath confused E. Jean Carroll with Marla Maples. George Santos is the worst person in the world. Cruel gallery owner charged for spraying homeless woman. Republican proposes ban on pronouns. With Jody Hamilton, music by Circe Link and Christian Nesmith, Treetop Flyers, and more!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

EPISODE 115: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:42) It's kind of a drag: The Republican Party has persecuted, vilified, targeted, and endangered every drag performer (and any of the rest of us who have refused to join them in their smears) by branding them 'Groomers' has been twisting itself in knots for a month all to protect a new New York Congressman who has been identified by a Brazilian Drag Star as a fellow Drag Artist. Just when we thought "George Santos" had run out of new names, he got his best yet: Kitara Ravache. And there's a photo. And there's apparently a new VIDEO. And this is all that's left to Kevin McCarthy: throw Kitara overboard and risk a smaller House majority, or stick with him and spend the rest of the next two years answering questions about SANTOS'S DRESS SELECTION AND ABILITY TO ACCESSORIZE. It's. Perfect. Plus: the only Republican who's lied more than Santos does it again. Trump inadvertently gives the DOJ evidence of his intent to steal classified folders. And under oath in the E. Jean Carroll rape lawsuit he is asked who's the woman in the photo with him. He answers "that's my wife Marla Maples." It's not. It's... E. Jean Carroll. Could've been worse. Could've been Kitara Ravache. B-BLOCK (16:24) EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY: "Critical Boy" in Texas. (17:50) IN SPORTS: The National Hockey League destroys its own "Pride Night" in Philadelphia, choosing to defend not the LGBTQ community it pretended to celebrate, but the bigoted player who hid behind his religion that endorsed Russia's attack on Ukraine because Ukraine has Pride Parades. It's a disaster. (25:00) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: Compromises in exchange for debates, Boris Johnson's new book, and a Tesla engineer says there's a problem with the 2016 "Tesla X Drives Itself" video. He says: it's fake. C-BLOCK (29:48) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: Republican Primary Debate Chairman David Bossie - THAT David Bossie - says he's willing to put some debates on CNN and/or NBC. Do you know how much CNN and/or NBC had to prostitute themselves just to get this far? I do, from personal experience. Because in 2008, the Republicans' debate price to NBC was: "Fire Olbermann."  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Stop the Steal: It's the rallying cry of Trump supporters and election deniers who believe the 2020 election was stolen from them. In the final episode of Jordan Klepper Fingers the Conspiracy, Jordan dives into a theory about Italian satellites that led to a Biden win and the crack team that is working to set the record straight: an unidentified lawyer, a real estate agent, and Donald Trump's second wife, Marla Maples. Jordan breaks down the details with investigative journalist Eric Levai, Pennsylvania Attorney General and Governor-Elect Josh Shapiro, and Supreme Court expert Dahlia Lithwick, who explains the Supreme Court cases that are currently being heard about voting rights, and what's at stake.  Jordan Klepper Fingers the Conspiracy is a podcast from The Daily Show. Check out more episodes wherever you get your podcasts or YouTube.com/TheDailyShowSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Meg dishes on Ivana Trump's divorce saga. Jessica takes a magical walk through the snowy streets of New York.

Stop the Steal: It's the rallying cry of Trump supporters and election deniers who believe the 2020 election was stolen from them. In the final episode of Jordan Klepper Fingers the Conspiracy, Jordan dives into a theory about Italian satellites that led to a Biden win and the crack team that is working to set the record straight: an unidentified lawyer, a real estate agent, and Donald Trump's second wife, Marla Maples. Jordan breaks down the details with investigative journalist Eric Levai, Pennsylvania Attorney General and Governor-Elect Josh Shapiro, and Supreme Court expert Dahlia Lithwick, who explains the Supreme Court cases that are currently being heard about voting rights, and what's at stake.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

John interviews Richard Ojeda & Carlos Alazraqi as we continue to take down the corrupt, Fascist, treasonous Party known as the GQP. Topics today; Donald Trump, the midterms, Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, & Marjorie Trailer Greene. You know the drill. Please donate through Superchats or directly here: paypal.me/JohnMelendezInc. Become a Youtube or Patron member at Patreon.com/stutteringjohn

John interviews Body Language Expert, Dr. Jack Brown & Former Prosecutor, Ron Filipkowski as we continue to take down the corrupt, Fascist, treasonous Party known as the GQP. Topics today; Donald Trump, the midterms, Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, & Marjorie Trailer Greene. You know the drill. Please donate through Superchats or directly here: paypal.me/JohnMelendezInc. Become a Youtube or Patron member at Patreon.com/stutteringjohn

John interviews Lincoln's Bible as we continue to take down the corrupt, Fascist, treasonous Party known as the GQP. Topics today; Donald Trump, the midterms, Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, & Marjorie Trailer Greene. You know the drill. Please donate through Superchats or directly here: paypal.me/JohnMelendezInc. Become a Youtube or Patron member at Patreon.com/stutteringjohn

John interviews Jennifer Cohn, Cliff Schecter, & Richard Ojeda as we continue to take down the corrupt, Fascist, treasonous Party known as the GQP. Topics today; Donald Trump, the midterms, Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, & Marjorie Trailer Greene. You know the drill. Please donate through Superchats or directly here: paypal.me/JohnMelendezInc. Become a Youtube or Patron member at Patreon.com/stutteringjohn

John interviews Glenn Kirschner & Richard Ojeda as we continue to take down the corrupt, Fascist, treasonous Party known as the GQP. Topics today; Donald Trump, the midterms, Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, & Marjorie Trailer Greene. You know the drill. Please donate through Superchats or directly here: paypal.me/JohnMelendezInc. Become a Youtube or Patron member at Patreon.com/stutteringjohn

World doesn't understand 'mental health'! Trashy Twitter bashes Trump after Ivana dies! Well-to-do black activists got crazy after George Floyd! Steve King's right!  The Hake Report, Friday, July 15, 2022 AD: Asian actress Constance Wu talks "mental health" after attempting to off herself, distraught over AsAm representation! // Uber MeToo'd by "assault" claims! (Ladies, be wiser!) RAINN hotline ad features online and phone counselor women! // Far-left Twitter trend slings mud about Marla Maples, Trump's second wife, after the passing of his first, Ivana Trump (RIP)! // First "African American" Air Force Chief of Staff CQ Brown, Jr., and black Texas school principal (suspended) Dr. James Whitfield go "anti-racist" post-George Floyd. // FLASHBACK: Steve King smeared by NYT and RINOs for truth against birth control, etc.! //  MUSIC: "Under Pressure (feat. Michael Gira)" (cover song, originally by Queen and David Bowie) - Xiu Xiu - Women as Lovers (2008, Kill Rock Stars) // "Pressure Cooker" - Jeremy Korpas - YouTube Audio Library (Nick or Hassan selection) //  JUST ONE CALLER Mari in California says happy b-day! She graduates as a Medical Administrator! //  TIME STAMPS 0:00:00 Fri, Jul 15, 2022 0:02:29 Hey, guys! BOND tee 0:06:21 'Mental health,' Constance Wu 0:22:25 Uber assault claims, RAINN hotline ad!  0:33:51 Marla Maples Twitter trend, RIP Ivana Trump! 0:53:08 MARI, CA: Happy b-day! Graduation 0:57:42 Super: B-day to this day! 0:59:57 "Under Pressure (feat. Michael Gira)" - Xiu Xiu 1:02:54 Hake reads chat 1:07:37 George Floyd-inspired MESS 1:38:58 Birth control, Steve King (R-IA) 1:56:03 "Pressure Cooker" - Jeremy Korpas Also see Hake News from JLP.  HAKE LINKS VIDEO: Facebook | Twitter | NO YouTube (CENSORED!)* | LIVE Odysee | DLive | Twitch* | ARCHIVE Odysee | BitChute | Rumble  PODCAST: Apple | Spotify* | Podplayer | Castbox | TuneIn | Stitcher | Google | iHeart | Amazon | PodBean  SUPER CHAT: Streamlabs | Odysee | EXCLUSIVE SUPPORT: SubscribeStar | Teespring  CALL-IN: 888-775-3773, LIVE M-F 9-11 AM PT (Los Angeles) thehakereport.com/show  *NOTE: Liberal platforms commonly censor Hake's content.  BLOG POST https://www.thehakereport.com/blog/2022/7/15/mental-asams-vulgar-libs-anti-racism-steve-king-fri-7-15-22 

Chris Shays cuts an iconic, if disappearing, profile across the American political scene. One of the last by-God moderate House Republicans from the Northeast, he represented Connecticut in the US House for more than 20 years...a congressional career spanning the Reagan Revolution through the 2008 Democrative wave ushering in President Obama. In this discussion, he talks the Republican Connecticut of his youth, his time in Fiji serving in the Peace Corps, his decade serving in the state legislature, the time he was sentenced to several days in prison to protest political corruption, and lessons & memories from 20 years in the House. IN THIS EPISODE…Congressman Shays recalls the Republican DNA of the Connecticut of his youth…What political moment made his father upgrade their TV...His time serving in Fiji in the Peace Corps…Memorable door-to-door experiences from his first legislative campaign in 1974…He rubs party leaders the wrong way on his very first day in the CT State House…The amazing story of how a fight to root out judicial corruption in Connecticut lands him in jail for several days…Coming from behind to win a special election to Congress in 1987…The big difference he noticed between lobbyists in state government vs Congress…The one other member of Congress he wanted most to meet upon his election…The changes within the House GOP Conference pre and post Newt Gingrich ascension…Congressman Shays' contribution to the '94 GOP takeover wave - both intentional and otherwise...Behind the scenes of the failed GOP coup against New Gingrich in 1997…The time moderate Chris Says was most in the doghouse with his party's leadership…What it felt like to feel his district shift left in the 2000s…Congressman Shays talks the breakdown of bipartisanship in Congress…How deeply did he consider switching parties?What went into his decision to endorse both Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden over Donald Trump?A memorable meeting when Donald Trump met with Congressman Shays about building a Connecticut casino…Regrets about his 2012 Senate primary against self-funding Linda McMahon…The unconventional book idea he may pursue…AND….Dick Armey, the assault weapons ban, the best office in the Capitol, Black Rock, Roy Blunt, Bridgeport, George W. Bush, Mr. Clean, Bill Clinton, the Commission on Wartime Contracting, Common Cause, Tom Davis, Darien, Tom Delay, Mrs. Donahue, Dwight Eisenhower, Russ Feingold, Gerald Ford, Newt Gingrich, grievance committees, Jim Himes, Pete Hoekstra, Henry Hyde, Hertz, inverted bell curves, it hits the fan, Jehovah's Witnesses, John Kasich, Joe Kennedy, Ned Lamont, Steve Largent, John Lewis, Joe Lieberman, the Longworth building, Carolyn Maloney, Marla Maples, John McCain, Marty Meehan, Bob Michel, NBC, the NRCC, the New York Times, Christine Niedermeier, Richard Nixon, Jim Nussle, Bill Paxon, the Peace Corps, Nancy Pelosi, penny loafers, Colin Powell, Stamford, Leon Uris, the WWF…& more!