It seems there’s a market for sex fantasies about Justin Trudeau — and I know this because there’s a book catering to people with just that fantasy.
Justin Trudeau became Prime Minister of Canada on November 4, 2015. The American media instantly went into overdrive, qvelling with equal rapture about his politics and his physical attributes.
Politically, Trudeau is a white Obama: A man who’s never met a Leftist cause that hasn’t resonated with him. Here’s a short list of his agenda-driven behavior and positions:
- Completely pro-Abortion and wants to close the “Liberal” party to anyone who disagrees.
- Loudly extends an open invitation to refugees (only to back off quietly when there are “issues”).
- Wears Ramadan-themed socks to Canada’s LGBTQ& pride parade.
- Supports legislation to protect transgenders from hate speech and discrimination
- Proudly identifies as a “feminist,” who wants to dive in and correct wrong-thinking anti-feminist culture.
Not only does Trudeau meet all of the Progressive virtue-signalling metrics, Progressives also consider him to be incredibly attractive, just as they did with Obama. Indeed, he’s better than Obama because Trudeau does yoga, boxes, and plays rugby! Frankly, even I can’t deny Trudeau’s fitness quotient.
By contrast, here is the ultimate reminder of Obama’s fitness failures. By the way, I don’t know how I missed the following video the first time around, because it’s absolutely hysterical, from first minute to last. Watch and share:
With a resume like Trudeau’s, and knowing as you do the Left’s obsession with sex, it’s reasonable to expect that Trudeau would be the subject of some pretty heavy-duty Progressive sex fantasies — and lo and behold, your expectations would be correct. If you toddle over to Amazon, you can find Prime Minister, a 2016 erotic novel that, from the description, reads like a paean to Trudeau:
Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.*
That’s me. The PM.
She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**
How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff.
How much I want him never wavers.
There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***
* This is a fictional romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a kinky romance, so they were hurt a little.
*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.
What I find really funny is that it took not one, but two, authors — Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller — to grind out this little kinky fantasy novel. My mind shies away from imagining the resulting conversations as the two of them collaborated away.
In case you’re wondering, I haven’t read the book. I learned about it when it was included in a daily email I get that lists free or substantially price-reduced books on Amazon.
Also, in case you’re still wondering, I won’t be reading the book. My fantasies have never included Justin Trudeau, so much so that the book’s premise leaves me feeling a little sickened. However, if the book is your cup of tea, at least for today, you can download the Kindle version for free. We’ll never know. . . . Of course, if we did know, I can’t promise that we won’t judge you for it.