Blind Date: The Birthday Gift

Fifth teen years ago I went to a birthday party invited by a good female friend of mine. I had been single for about three years at the time, so one of my business partners which I had eyes for invited me to the thirty-eighth birthday party of her aunt. You see…my partner and I owned a night club in South Beach called, ‘Miami Nights.’ It was one of the best clubs Miami had to offer. Anyone that was anybody often graced our establishment.

Getting back to the point, I had eyes for my female business partner, Sowell, but she wasn’t into guys like me. I was a gangster. My name often appeared in the newspapers and my face was often seen on television. When any major crime was committed in Miami, it was my door they came knocking on. It was always Tony this and Tony that.

One night, Sowell came to me and announced that she was throwing her Aunt a party and asked if I would like to attend. She gave me all the details as to where, when and whom it was for. She went on to tell me that her aunt, Margret was interested in me. Margret was only a few years older than Sowell and they looked a lot alike based on the photographs she showed me that night, so I told her I would be there.

The night of the birthday party came and I drove out to South Beach to this large white house where I noticed a lot of activity going on. People moving around inside and out; the valets were parking cars, guest dancing to the music which could be heard from the outside and the wall flowers were dancing in place to the sound of the beat. All this could be seen through the large glass window from the outside. I grabbed the gift from the passenger’s seat and tucked it away into my jacket pocket as a valet approached my yellow Lamborghini.

After putting my foot on the ground I could feel the cool night air. There was a slight breeze blowing in from the Atlantic. It was a perfect end to a hot sunny Miami day. I entered the large white complex and was pleased with the guest list. The women were mostly dressed in short dresses with their shoulders out, back exposed and legs for all to see. I could feel the music playing in the background as I walked through the crowd. I was looking down admiring the white marble floor when I heard my name being called. It was Sowell. She said she had been waiting for me. “Here I am,” I replied. She took my hand and I kissed it; she returned the favor by kissing me on the cheek. Then she lead me to a private area where there were only a few people gathered and introduced me to Margret. I couldn’t believe my eyes; Margret was even more beautiful than her pictures lead me to believe. Her complexion was medium brown and she was built like the legendary Venus, nice breast, small wait and large ass, hips and thighs. Her eyes were light brown, hair black with a slight brown tint. She wore it long. Her nose fit her face perfectly and her lips were full, sort of pouty. Sowell actually did look a lot like Margret, but Margret had three over her.

Sowell introduced us, “Aunt Margret, meet my friend and business partner, Tony St. James, Tony St. James, met Margret O’Connor.” I took her by the hands and said, piacere, which means pleasure in Italian. We embraced and I couldn’t help but notice how soft she felt and how good she smelled. I could tell by the way she acted there was an attraction there. Whenever I spoke, it was as if she hung on to every word. I could see her staring at me from the corner of my eyes from time to time…you know, in those moments when you run out of things to say because of nerves when you’re on a blind date and silence can be the loudest thing in a room. I heard a slow song come on that took me back to a time when I was in love, so I asked her if she wanted to dance. She said yes, so we entered the loud and crowded room where I took her into my arms and drew her near. She placed her head on my shoulder and we slowly moved with the music. I believe the music took over us because several slow songs played in the background and I noticed I was running my hand up and down her exposed back. I had no idea as to when I placed them there. Her dress was made similar to most of the women there. Hers was a nice shade of brown with some type of black print that really set it off, but what set the entire dress off was the way it fit her body. It’s safe to say, her body made the dress.

When we got tired of dancing we went back to the area where we met. There were more people out there at the time, so we kept walking until we passed a swimming pool with a hot tub next to it. Margret was fascinated by the pool because of its size, but then she noticed a gazebo with a white stone picnic table in the center. She suggested we go there and sit. I let her lead the way just so I could look at her voluptuous bottom jiggle slightly with every step she made. I could feel my manhood began to tingle for her. I let her sit first, then I let go of her hand and took my place on the bench next to her. For the first time we were in a place that was quiet and very private; the music was faint and there was no one else to be seen. We stared at each other for a moment and then she called me Tony the Saint. That was my street name, a name given to me by the newspapers. Hearing it come from her mouth stung a little, but I quickly got over it. We talked a while, then I reached into my inside jacket pocket and pulled out the boxed gift I bought for her. She opened it and was surprised to see the charmed necklace I purchased for her. It was imported from Italy. She looked at it, hugged me and asked me to put it on for her. I was more than happy to oblige.

Margret and I talked a little while longer until we heard a song that reminded us both that love was real and out there waiting to be found. The song was barely audible, but loud enough for us to attempt to dance to it. We face one another and again moved in close enough to feel the warmth between our bodies. We let the music take control and let nature take its course. I placed my hands on her back and ran them up and down just feeling her skin. Her eyes caught mine finally in a game of cat and mouse and we locked our gaze; then she leaned in and kissed me. Our kissing became so intense that I slightly bit her bottom lip. I slowly moved my mouth down to her neck, closed my eyes and kissed, sucked and bit her in a way that brought her pleasure. My hands finally found their way to her butt. I reached under her low hanging cheeks and gently lifted them; Margret moaned, so we danced with her arms around my waits and mine on her butt. The sexual urge was getting stronger for me and harder to resist. The music changed and she turned around facing opposite of me. This placed her butt right in the line of my man muscle. I positioned myself where it was sitting in the crevice of her butt. Now there was no doubt that she felt it. She grinded her butt against me which made me more and more excited. I reached for her breast and cupped them, giving them a slight squeeze. I thought she was going to stop me, but she didn’t. She rolled her nice round ass against my thang making it grow stiffer with anticipation. I removed one hand from her breast and ran it down between her legs. The back of Margret’s head found its resting place on my chest. Again she let out a slight moan; then she removed my hand and took a seat on the stone bench. I took a seat next to her and placed my hand on her thigh. I allowed my senses to take control by trying to record into my memory the way her body felt, smelled and looked; I wanted to remember the essence of her down to the least minute detail. She was warmer down there. Her thigh was so soft I just wanted to squeeze them all night if I could. Then I moved my hand up her thigh to her panties. They were soaked by now. I could tell she was clean shaven by the way she felt. My finger touched her slit and she involuntarily closed her legs quickly and let out a loud sigh. I leaned over and kissed her neck and her legs reopened again. This time I pulled her panties to the side and eased my hand inside them, between the fabric and her skin. Her pussy was wet; her clitoris was hard and extending outward. I inserted one of my fingers into her pussy and fucked her with it for a minute or so as she squirmed. Then I removed my finger and ran it across her clit repeatedly as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head.

Margret could not allow me to have all the fun; she stood up suddenly and squatted down in front of me and in a few moves she unzipped my pants, reached into my boxers and pulled out my seven inch dick and began sucking it. My breathing became labored as I lowered the straps of her dress and exposed her tits. Her areolas were large and black, almost a perfect circle. Her nipples were standing as if they were pointing at me. I held on to her tits and fondled them as if they belonged to me and might get away if I let go. She got me so wet down there with her mouth as she sucked and jerked me around. Then she placed my dick between her tits and began bouncing them up and down violently as she held them together. I could feel the cool breeze blowing against my dick as it moved roughly between her big warm tits. Suddenly the music was being drowned out by our moans and groans. I looked around thinking that maybe someone had noticed us and had turned the music off and was watching us, but no one was watching. I took her by the arm and pulled her up suggesting that she stand. She followed my lead and rose to her feet. I held my pants up with one hand and led her to the side of the stone table. I let my pants go and reached under her dress and pulled her wet panties down below her knees. Then I raised her dress up above her waist where her wide hips grabbed hold and held it in place. She bends over grabbing hold of the table as I inserted my dick inside her pussy. I began thrusting her fast and hard, but she moaned so loudly that I thought it best to slow down. Her moans became intelligent words, “Oh,” she said. “Fuck me, oh, fuck me good baby.” Her pussy fit me like a glove; she was so wet and hot inside. I watched as her butt giggled every time I smacked against her. You could hear the sounds of my hard member moving around inside her wet hole. This well wasn’t going to run dry no time soon. As I moved in and out of her in circular motions, she told me this was the best gift she had gotten so far. For some reason, the words thank you came out of my mouth and we both began to laugh as I continued to thrash her. I grabbed hold of her hips tighter and fucked her pussy harder. With every thrust her body moved back and forward in a rhythm. “Do you like it,” she asked? I replied with a, “Hell yes!”

About twenty minutes passed and we were still going at it, so we decided to change position. I stepped out of my pants she did the same with her panties and laid on the table on her back. Her dress was mid ways her body. I climbed up and mounted her in the missionary position. Slowly, I moved around in her in circler motions going in and out seven inches deep. Just as Margret got used to one set of motions I would switch up and move in the opposite direction. “Give it to me baby,” she said more times than I can remember. Every so often our lips would unlock to let out a deep sigh. One of my arms and hands was used to support my body weight so that she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable on that hard stone table and the other was used to caress her extended leg and thigh. Finally, her breathing became more and more intense which caused a chain reaction in me. “I’m cumming,” she began repeating! My thrusting became harder and faster. I could feel her pussy convulsing against my dick; then I began having the same feelings. The feelings became more and more intense and I could no longer hold back; I pulled out and climaxed on her smooth pussy. I rolled over beside her and we stared at one another and began to laugh. We both were breathing hard. Margret got up from the table and climbed down, reached for her panties and wiped away the evidence of what we had just done. Then she handed them to me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. I placed the cum and pussy juice soaked panties in my pants pocket. We fixed our clothing, made sure we looked okay and rejoined the party where Margret received the rest of her gifts and mingled with her guest.

Afterwards, when all the guest were gone and she had opened the rest of her gifts, we loaded everything into the trunk of my Lamborghini, which is in the front of the car and I drove her home. We went through all the gifts looking at each one in detail. Then she reached between my legs and said this was still the best gift of all. She wanted to know if she could have it. It was her subtle way of asking if I would be her boyfriend. I told her yes, I would be her boyfriend on a trial basis because I didn’t want her getting hurt by getting caught up in my world. The best part about her was she knew what I was and what she was getting into from jump street. We showered together and she asked me to stay the night. Seeing it was early the next morning, I took her up on her offer. We slept naked, skin touching skin. When I woke that afternoon, I raised the cover and admired her sexy nude body trying not to touch. That doesn’t work for me. I began caressing her pussy as she slept. I think she was awakened, but just wanted to see what I would do because she didn’t move. Her clit began to grow again. Then she raised one leg, bending her knee with her foot placed firmly on the bed with the other knee bent, but lying flat. I looked at her eyes and saw they were still closed. I moved from beside her and began wetting her protruding clit with my tongue. She squirmed, moaned a little as if she were in a dream, but never opened her eyes until I stopped. She looked at me, smiled and said good morning all the while acting as if she knew nothing about what I had just done to her. I smiled and said, “Buon pomeriggio, it’s the afternoon now.” Seeing I was still turned on, she suggested I take care of that thang down there. Let’s just say I took care of her for the next hour. Our blind date meeting would turn out to be a strong, long lasting, serious relationship. And I owed it all to the woman I pined for for so many years, my friend and business partner, Sowell.

Bush Didn't Mess Up, Cheney Did.

Many people blame the state of our country on the eight years of the Bush Administration for taking us to war in Afghanistan and Iraq, which ran up the deficit which sent this country into a recession almost as bad as the great depression. Well, I don’t blame former President Bush for the problems we face entirely. I place most of the blame on the Vice President at the time, Richard Cheney.

Yes, if I had been president I too would have sent troops to Afghanistan to seek out those that would commit violent acts of terror as that we faced on September 11, 2001. But I would not have gone into Iraq at all. The reason I say Cheney bares the majority of the blame is because I feel he was an older man with more political experience than President Bush. In my opinion, Cheney took advantage of a young man with no international experience. According to the movie “W”, made by Oliver Stone, there is a scene where the President, Vice President and the joint chiefs of staff all met and discussed weapons of mass destructions which is the reason in the first place that Bush attacked Iraq. All the Joint Chiefs said their information came from Cheney when all the time he was looking at cattle troughs.

There was also an article written last year where Cheney was interviewed in order to promote his book. In a Washington Post article, Cheney mentions that the President was more concerned with public opinion than he was at listening to him in his second term.

I also remember reading an article where Cheney wanted to send military troops to Buffalo, NY to round up a group of terrorist suspect he considered as being part of Al-Qaeda. That would have been an abuse of military use because The Constitution of the United States forbids the use of the military to act as a police force. This very act would have been one of the very things our founding fathers were afraid of; a standing army. After high intelligence talks, President Bush sent the FBI in to apprehend what would become known as the Lackawanna Six. The act of deploying active troops on US soil has not been done since the Civil War and would have been a grave error if you ask me.

During the intelligence talks it seems to me that everyone knew what could and could not be done except for Vice President Cheney. So, I ask you. Who do you think messed things up so bad? Again I admit, Bush was the President and should have acted more as a leader, but I feel he was under too much pressure from an older and very powerful man whom had spent close to half his life in politics.

Now, every time you turn around you hear Dick speaking out against the present administration. I admire our former president for not criticizing the job of this administration. After all, it is the hardest job in the world.

Lets End This War in Afghanistan

This is my opinion on how the problems with Al Qaeda can possibly be solved in Afghanistan and Pakistan. The biggest problem I see is that the people of Afghanistan and Pakistan see us Americans the same way the people of Iraq sees us, as occupiers. I know the president already knows this because of his response to Steve Kroft, when asked about how the Afghan people view us on 60 minutes last night, which happened to have aired March 22, 2009.

As long as people see us as foreign governments in their countries, they will continue to act out against us. What we need to do is find a way to withdraw.

This is my solution. The US, Afghanistan and Pakistan governments, along with Taliban leaders need to secure a ceasefire, and do some good old fashion talking. I would try this; put the word out in advance that we want to put an end to this war within the next two to three years. Let them know that we the United States will not fire a shot while negotiations are going on and we expect others to do the same. Give them a few months to get the word around. Secure a meeting place that everyone can agree on. This is to show good faith. Let them know that we all want the same thing; that’s to go home to out wives and children. Appeal to them as men, for I truly believe all men want the same things, and that’s to see our children grow up healthy and prosperous. We can’t achieve this through war.

America must change its policies when it comes to negotiations with foreign and rogue nations. We must learn to communicate with nations that harbor terrorist because not talking is going to get us the same old thing, nothing but more death. Make them understand that we are not trying to tell them how to run their governments and that we understand that democracy is not for everyone.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying we should be easy on terrorism. We cannot tolerate such behavior, but we must learn to view each other as human beings. Al Qaeda must not be able to thrive, but the only way to stamp out its tyranny is to convince the very nations that protect them that it’s wrong. There is no honor in mass murder. If this bloody war is allowed to continue there will be no winners. Find a way to convince the Afghan government that we Americans are willing to give them a chance to run their government the way they please as long as they are willing to stand against Al Qaeda. Taliban leaders must also know that they will not be allowed to go back to their old ways of religious extremism.

Stop and look back at history. Arabs and Muslims will defend what they believe until death. They don’t quit. Look at the Russian and Afghanistan war which began in 1979, where the last of the withdrawal didn’t come until February of 1989. We must ask ourselves if we want to be involved in a ten year war where there is a good chance we could come out looking like Russia. America cannot afford to loose another war.

Mr. President, if you happen to read, this I am available to come to Washington to sit down and share my views and ideas with you.

Love Is an Action Verb

Love is an action verb. What I mean by that is, love is not just something you say to another, but it is what you do for another. I have loved many people in my life and I have tried my best to show each person that my love was real. For example, when I told my parents that I loved them, I showed them by being respectful to them. I tried my best to be a good son even though I haven’t always been as good as I would have liked. Loving your parents mean you go out of your way not to embarrass them. In my case when I did something that I knew my parents would object to, I used a different name not to embarrass the family name. It wasn’t that I went out trying to do things my parents would have a problem with, but sometimes life isn’t fair and we have choices to make that doesn’t always go along with our up-bringing. On other occasions it was as simple as destiny calling.

Love is a powerful thing. As I have said before in previous blogs; God is love and there is nothing in this world greater than God. Even the worst of man is capable of love and loving someone else. In my line of work I came across men that were capable of anything, but yet they had parents, wives, girlfriends and children whom they loved with all their being. Going back to love being an action verb, these men would give their lives to the ones they loved.

Using myself as an example again, I am an intense lover. I would give my life for the ones I love, meaning my woman and my family. Going back to what I said previously about loving the people in my life, I will give yet another example. I loved my brothers enough to sacrifice myself so that they could have a better life. Once I was in a situation where things got intense at a party. I got into an altercation with a guy defending a woman one night. Things got so intense that night that I thought either I, or he [the other man] would die that night. I could have called my brothers to help insure that I lived, but I felt they had too much to loose to save my life by ending someone else’s. Thank God no one died that night.

I say, I love you. Sometimes, I say it a lot and other times I say it seldom, but it’s the things I’m willing to do that say it the loudest. What good is loving someone when you never take the time to show them? How do they know it’s for real? When you truly love someone you are willing to do the impossible for them; even if it’s not possible; you want to do it if it’s for the good, or if you know it will make them happy. Never take a person’s love for granted. Some people search the world for someone to love only to never find it. If you are ever lucky enough to find it, hang on to it because it may never come around again. So many songs have been written on the subject, but I wonder if people actually realize what true love is all about. Sometimes love can be painful, but we push through that pain having faith that the one that hurts us will someday understand what it was they did that hurt us, or vice versa. Love has no boundaries. It can abide near or far, today or forever.

We live in times where people live very busy lives. I’m asking everyone that reads this blog to stop what they are doing and take the time to let someone you know and love actually know that you truly love them by doing something to show it. It doesn’t have to be big. Sometimes the simplest gesture says it the loudest. Especially, to the person you are in love with. Ciao.

My Thoughts On President Obama's First Address to Congress

Last night I was listening to the President of the United States of America and a since of pride came over me. In these grim times he gave us hope as a nation. One of the things that I have had concerns about is the status of our banking system. With our largest banks freezing credit it looks as though things are going to go from bad to worse. President Obama impressed me when he said he would no longer allow CEO’s to pad their paychecks, buy fancy drapes and disappear on private jets. No longer are we going to look the other way. You may ask yourself, what actually is naturalization? Let me do my best to explain.

Naturalization is when the government steps in and takes complete ownership of something; in this case it would be the big banks. The government will take ownership, become the CEO of those banks, run them for a few years and return them to the people when they become stable and began to return a profit. If this is to happen I suggest to those that own stock in those banks to sell, because if and when the government take over you will lose whatever percentage you have.

The Wall Street Journal has just reported that U.S. Federal reserve chairman, Ben Bernanke stating that the president has no intention of naturalizing the banks. When asked about Citigroup, Bernanke is quoted as saying, "It may be the case that the government will have a substantial minority share in Citi or other banks, but again we have the tools... to make sure that we get the good results we want in terms of improved performance"

This should come as good news to all of us. What scares most people about naturalization is the unknown such as, where does it stop? Mr. Bernanke added that we have the tools to make sure those banks are behaving in a way that is good for business in terms of long-term viability but while also supporting the economy in terms of lending going forward. The president is hoping that his economic plan will ensure the nation’s largest banks have the capital they need to meet the needs of their customers.

The Obama administration is giving the larger banks six months to raise the capital they need to do business as usual; if for some reason or another they can not raise the funds the government will step forward and purchase a minority share providing the big banking industry the capital needed to survive.

Another thing that impressed me last night was when President Obama mentioned in his address to congress the state of our nation’s schools. Dropping out of high school is not just quitting on yourself, it’s quitting on your country. I believe this is possibly the only thing said that everyone in the room could agree upon. The icing on the cake was when the little girl was introduced that goes to school near the rail road tracks where the teachers have to stop teaching whenever the train comes through because the school shakes. They were told there is no hope for their school, so she went to the library and typed out a letter, asking her principal for money for a stamp to mail her congressional representatives to ask for help. In her letter she stated, “We are just students trying to become lawyers, doctors, congressmen like yourself and one day president, so we can make a change to not just the state of South Carolina but also the world. We are not quitters.”

Americans are a unique breed of people. We are a nation made up of everyone. We must again become the leaders of the world. We can only achieve this through our education system. We must have the best teachers and students in the world. We should lead the world through advance technologies. Two areas I believe we should lead are in creating and preserving new forms of energy and becoming the nation to find cures for all forms of cancer, a disease which has touched everyone’s life.

Last, but not least, President Obama thanked our service men and women. He assured us that we would not standby and allow terrorist to plot against Americans from half a world away. The closing of Guantanamo Bay is a statement that resounds loud and clear to me, America does not torture.

Finally, as I said before, I was impressed by President Obama. With his approval rating being that as it is I can confidently say that America is also impressed. It appears to me that he is hard at work overseeing nearly every issue facing this nation today. For those that feel he’s not doing a good job, I say this to you. Give him time; it takes time to get used to job he’s been elected to. As he has said himself, it didn’t really hit him that he was president of the United States of America until he had to sign the letters to the families of men and women that gave their lives fighting, protecting and serving this country. Pray for our country, keep the faith, and never give up. We are not quitters.