Thread: La Cosa Nostra [ Blackthrone & Fruit ]

RE La Costa Nostra Blackthrone Fruit Pressure. For most who are content to follow the herd, to be led around by the nose, they will never understand the true meaning of the word. Or, the needs of those do know. But not all of us are born able to suffer mediocrity and middling obscurity. Among the cattle-like men who make up most of humanity stride true leaders, giants - Presidents, Captains of Industry, Senators, Governors, even Cardinals. Those men , who like me , seek to lead, to strive, to get things done, we share the terrible knowledge of the price extracted by pressure. We all cope with it in various ways . We all used the bottle to some extent or another, but if you wanted to last in Politics, you didn't get drunk, it affected your judgement , after all. Still, there were many tales of those who sought to lead who later drank it all away. Take the edge off, sure, but the liquor wasn't ever going to be my particular poison. Others used medicines. A polite word for it. They had special doctors who would get them prescriptions for special medicines you wouldn't want to take in public. But if I am not going to get polluted on alcohol, I sure as hell wasn't about to inject something from Asia into my veins. No, for me, it was usually exercise. Squash, rowing, weights. But all that health came with a price, I was a healthy red-blooded man, athletic my wife lived back upstate while I spent most of my time in Manhattan or DC. And of course, I had married like a man with politics foremost in his mind when searching for a mate - a solid family name, education, someone who would give me children and help me create the American Dream for all to see. But a woman like that, she couldn't really give me the things a powerful man needs, that he yearns for. She was a nice gal and that was all she would ever be. That left me often in a sense of terrible need. So I decided, as I climbed the stairs hand and hand this younger woman, that I could forgive myself. The girl might have mentioned her name was Teresa but I wasn't really listening that close to her name, if you know what I mean. She seemed to be a total vixen, younger , nubile, and yet she had in her eyes a true sense about herself, and especially about sex. It wasn't just her face or body or my need. There was a sense of fun in it, not just the need I had and that I was guessing she had , too. I mean, why else was the girl doing this if not for her needs, whatever they might be. She reminded me in all the best ways of Holly Go Lightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's If one of those needs was money, I could handle that. But she didnt seem like that type, in fact she seemed a little shy. It was almost like taking advantage of the poor young thing. And yet something in that made me extra hard. That was the darkness in me that I very rarely let out. But as I lay atop her and gazed into her eyes, it seemed that it was the darkest parts of me that this girl wanted. Suddenly there were no more pending votes in my head, or constituents to call back. She filled my entire mind now. img511x725 It all seemed so easy , like it was meant too be. We met, she laughed, then we were heading upstairs , and now in he room. As we made out our bodies pressed close, and she could feel my urgency, my manhood. As I laid atop her, she squirmed out of her dress , showing her chest. I put laid trail of kisses on her collarbone working to her breast , then putting my mouth to her breast , after awhile moving to the other one. I was getting to know them as I caressed them with my hands, I squeezed lightly to feel how she responded to my touch. It made me growl with need under my breath. This was not normal but the woman was absolutely intoxicating to me. For a moment I saw my adviser Max who had warned me that the fairer sex would be my undoing. But there in the moment laying atop her, I knew then I wanted, needed her to be my strength, not my undoing. Adjusting her clothes a bit more, I put my mouth on her bare breast now and sucked it hungrily awhile the other one I rolled and teased the nipple. I could not take it any more, so I took her hand and brought it down to my manhood, whispering into her ear This is what you have done to me. Now I need t know how you plan to fix it, and fair warning, no faking, sorry, I simply have to have you. I had put myself out there a bit , it was not a smart thing, but it was how I felt with this woman.