I have this fantasy where I’m Ted Cruz and AOC is trying to get a bill passed for climate change. As Ted I hate it, and I hate every time I see her stand up and wax poetic about it. I think “money doesn’t grow on melon trees! You think you can just shake your money tree and get off enough cash from it??”
For weeks I just stew and stew and get pissed off about it. I tweet sarcastically about it, I tweet about if she stopped spending as much on” sexy “outfits she could have paid to fix climate change by now, I go to rallies and talk about how this young fiery Latino is trying to tell us how to live.
Then one day I’m browsing Twitter on a late night at the office and getting ready to head home to a meal cooked by my beautiful wife. I turn around and grab my coat off the rack, and then towards the door. AOC is standing there.
“Ted,” she says, “I notice you’ve been tweeting a lot of opposition to my bill” she says. “but I’ve also noticed that you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me when I speak about it, Ted” she says.
My jaw drops. I try to hide my shock and recover by saying something witty. “it’s just that I feel very passionately about some of the things you have to say” I let out in a smooth Texan drawl. ”
She says “like what Ted?” she says.
“w-well the other day you said men don’t know much about the insides of a woman.” I stutter at first but grow more confident. “I know quite a lot more than just what a man wants. I know what a woman needs.”
I feel sweat pooling on my neck. I’ve never spoken this way before, not even to my wife.
She gives me a hot look like only a Hispanic can give as she walks towards me swaying her hips both to the left and to the right.
“well Ted. Maybe we can make an arrangement Ted” she says. “how about I give you a Nude Cream Squeal in return for you voting yes to my New Green Deal?”
I am rock hard. My brain shuts off and my body takes over. I rip off her blue Gucci dress and bend her over my desk, pushing my papers off the desk and scattering anti immigration legislation to the floor. I don’t even remember taking my clothes off but I am barenaked, down to only my socks and tie.
I thrust in and out of her in a doggy style and she starts to scream. “what if the guards hear us?” I manage to get out of my testosterone fueled pumping. She says “I paid off the security guards outside, no one will interrupt” she says.
“how did you know I’d want to fuck you?” I yell.
“you’re not the only one with eyes” she says “I’ve been watching you since the day I arrived. I see that bulge in your shorts whenever you talk about the constitution” she says.
I pump and I pump and I feel myself ready to explode. I pull out, and slam her against the wall by her throat and push her to her knees. “put the blue dress back on!” I yell and she hurries to do so. As soon as she bulls it over her size 36 Latino tits I spray everywhere, face and lips and neck and dress everywhere.
“if you want me to vote for that bill, you’ll walk down the hallways and out to your car tonight in that dress.”
She starts to pout but she sees I mean business. She pulls the dress down over her immigrant hips. I stare at her ass as she walks out the door, knowing I’ll keep the image of tonight in my mind whenever I see her in the future. I wonder if this will be the last time…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k2h1sw/aoc_ted_cruz_fantasy