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Thatâs right, New Yorker, the people have spoken and apparently you canât get enough of Lance and Jocelyn Anders.
At least that's what internal tracking polls have shown within the Anders For Mayor campaign. Sources inside the campaign are confirming for me what the majority of us think when weâre alone and watching the television: Hizzonerâs bad boy son is hot. And his new wife of less than a year isnât too bad either. In fact, the photogenic family is one of the major reasons that Mayor Anders is retaining a slim 5-point margin of victory in most head-to-head matches against his mayoral rival, Jim Jenkins.
Thatâs right. Bad boy Lance better get a car for Christmas, because his good looks and hot body, on display at his fatherâs side throughout the campaign are attracting New York City voters and propping up his dadâs campaign. His stepmom, Jocelyn, is doing her own good among male voters as well.
When asked in a Fordham University poll who the sexiest person out of both the candidates and their families were, New Yorkers had no divisions among them. 89% agreed that Lance Anders was the sexiest man involved in the mayoral election. An even greater 94% of respondents agreed that Jocelyn Anders was the sexiest woman involved in the race.
49% of New Yorkers even admitted that the reason they showed up to events or tuned in to the news was to catch a glimpse of Lance or Jocelyn Anders.
In fact, my spies inside the Anders campaign tell me with numbers like this, theyâre a bit concerned how much people must dislike Hizzoner for the margin of advantage to only be 5% over Jim Jenkins.
Weâve always known that Lance was a bit of a handful. As the prodigal son of the mayor, his biological mother died when he was only 10 years old, and his stepfather has raised him. Over the last several years, the two have been estranged according to family sources, but theyâve seemed to put whatever issues aside for the election as son has been next to father every step of the way. In college, sources tell us Lance lived up to his bad boy credentials, partying and living it up in a big way while also excelling at his studies and playing varsity football for Yale. After college, he went to work at the White House as an intern, but youâll remember he was caught having sex with the First Daughter and almost started World War III, leading to his dismissal.
Jocelyn, on the other hand, comes from the politically connected Carter clan. Her brother is planning on running for Governor of New York State in two years time. The marriage between Jocelyn and Michael was certainly a whirlwind, and the two tied the knot in a private ceremony in Westchester. While theyâve been seen in public together, a few close to the family hint that there may be troubles beneath the surface between Hizzoner and his wife. But nothing that weâve found out enough to confirm and print.
But whatever the case, we know weâll all be watching Lance and Jocelyn as they stand behind Michael. Will that be enough to lead us to vote for Michael? Only time will tell.
Thatâs all for today, but weâre digging up as much as we can about this election. Till we hear more, this is Amanda Adams signing off. Keep your ears open, New York.
Jocelyn
Four.
Thatâs how many months ago Lance Anders set foot into Michaelâs Upper East Side townhouse. How many months since I opened that door and set my sex-starved eyes on that gorgeous body of his. Thatâs roughly the number of months since I tried walking into his room when he was in the shower. Since I almost gave up on the sofa after he rescued me in the Park. Since my birthday. Since I saw him at the gym and went over to touch his shoulder. Then invited him to my dressing room at Saks. Four months since he first put his giant cock inside of me and shot me into orbit. Itâs like I havenât come down since.
Zero.
Thatâs how many times Michael has asked and wondered why Lance is still here even though the election is just shy of a month away. Lance was supposed to only stay the summer. But Michael doesnât care about anything except staying as Mayor. Who knows what he has planned after that, he doesnât tell me.
Zero is also the number of times that Michael has tried touching me. He just doesnât care about me. I know Iâm beating a dead horse and you get itâMichael may not be into me. Michael may be gay. Youâre aware. But listen to me, hun, because this is important to me. I need you to understand this. Iâm not the kind of girl who goes around cheating on her husband. Iâm not some slut who sleeps with her stepson because there was nothing good on television during the day. If Michael hadnât been cheating on me, and itâs pretty obvious nowadays when he walks in, or if he hadnât forced my father to give me up for marriage, or even with all that, if he had shown me even the slightest bit of affection I would have never looked at Lance as hungrily as I do now.
; OK, well, let me rephrase that. I would have looked at him hungrily. I mean, heâs young. And heâs so hot. But I would have controlled myself. I wouldnât have flirted at the gym. If Michael had even given me a hug in the six months we were married. Forget about fucking. I donât even want a kiss. A hug. Or a caress. Even a nice word of affection. Anything.
Can you imagine what itâs like to be treated like an employee in your own marriage? To sleep next to a stranger? And if you wake up with your arms and legs wrapped around them to have your partner look at you with disdain and scorn? So much so that you put a pillow between the two of you so it doesnât happen again?
When I cum my brains out on Lanceâs cock, Iâm not just doing it to have sex. Iâm doing it because I havenât found love anywhere else in this world. And Lance gives it to me unconditionally.
Five.
Thatâs how many points separate Michaelâs lead from Jim Jenkins. Everyone is confident it should be enough to carry the day. I donât really pay much attention to it. Lance and I are usually having sex. But we both know we need to keep this relationship a secret till after the election. The public canât find out. I donât think Michael would really care at all if he found out I was sleeping with someone. But he would kill me if he lost the election because of me. Then heâd kill my father. Then Lance would most likely kill him. I can see the fire in both menâs eyes. They may not be related to each other, but it burns brightly the same.
Two hundred.
Thatâs where I lost count when I try to think of all the times that Lance and I haveâ¦been together. Ah, weâre all grown up here, right? Thatâs the number of times heâs fucked me. And trust me, multiply at least three orgasms for each time and thatâs how many times Iâve cum. Itâs like nothing Iâve ever experienced or felt before. There are simply no words. Iâve quite literally become addicted to Lance Anders. I know thereâs an opioid addiction problem in the country now, but to me, Lance is my drug of choice.
At least once a day, sometimes two or three. If Michael is travelling, then even more. The benefit of youth Iâve discovered is that Lance is ready to go at a momentâs notice. And once heâs done, heâs only needing maybe another 15 minutes before heâs ready again. And each successive time the sex is longer and stronger.
You name it, weâve done it. One afternoon, not long ago, he found me lounging next to our pool in the basement. I was wearing a cute new two piece bikini. Lance had just come back from the gym.
âItâs new,â I said to him, looking at his reaction.
He didnât hide it, but adjusted himself to show me his huge erection that was tenting his sweat pants. âLooks like you like it,â I said to him, feeling lascivious. I donât know how I get like that but he completely brings it out in me.
He didnât say anything that time. Just got on his knees and began to lick my tits, moving my bikini top to the side. Then he proceeded to take his clothes off and fuck me so hard while I ran my fingers and my tongue over those chiseled abs. Those pecs. Those 8-pack abs. I must have cum at least half a dozen times by the time he finally told me he was getting close. I still remember that afternoon because he must have cum in quarts, because he spurted for what felt like forever onto my tits. Imagine your tits covered in warm, hot, gooey, cum. Then imagine yourself using your finger to scoop it up into your while he watches and gets hard.
You can guess what we did after.