Chronicles of Caesar
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INTRODUCTION
The air in the small, but technologically advanced conference room, can be felt just weighing down on the entirety of everyone present, for this final step of Caesar’s contract redesign. A 34 year old product of Dayton, Ohio; with no children and the father of ambitious but possible goal for the future. To know what this moment really means; you have to know Caesar Tony. You have to know,…that life appeared to be destined to have the ultimate purpose of shitting on Caesar Tony.
“Caesar…this has not been an easy contract redesign for neither you nor us…however; we are ready to sign..with three final amendments…”
The crackly, but authority laden voice of Robert John Cranston, brought Caesar back to the reality of the present day.
After accepting the 13 pages; of what the 76 year old advertisement agency, considered to be a proposed contract, Caesar looked the arrogant CEO, Charles Shockey in the eye, and discontinued the thought of what to wear to to the event tomorrow night.
“Thank you, for what I will prematurely assume to be, an offer, which reflects the level of appreciation that the agency has for it’s highest revenue source.”
Caesar takes the packet of paper from the conference table, and places it down in his J.W.Hulme Co. Fremont Attaché; and calmly stands to his feet to straighten out his Brunello Cuinelli tailored suit.
“Gentlemen…I will take this offer into consideration, with a response in 24 hours.”
The response of Charles Shockey, was not heard, due to Caesar playing out the words that he would say to his team in the next 14 minutes and 32 seconds.
For the last 3 years and 4 months; Caesar has been the driver of the semi truck load of minority business, which had previously escaped the agencies ability to capture.
With the ability to articulate the eclectic, war torn, Ohio State University educated, reality, infused with experience only born of being the child of an addict; Caesar has been able to traverse the remotely located and seldom traveled bridge, between the hood and the upper level of business. The path to reach this point in time, has been that of which; if written in a book or part of a movie, would be perceived as unbelievable.
Unbelievable
How do you relay, the sentiments of having a fucked up childhood; to the point that a childhood, never had the chance to exist?
Where, learning how to hustle and if necessary steal; replaces what others will know as childhood bliss.
How the hell does a person begin to tell the story that never had the capability of turning out to be a channel 600 cable t.v film?
Life of poverty provoking creative innovation, but also ever threatening… The moral core, which is always yelling: “YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THEM!”
Unbelievable…that a 10 year old child, could contemplate; would death be less…unbearable, than this life, which I have obviously been birthed to live; already behind on the deal from the deck.
At twelve years old, feeling like you’re playing chess with a far superior opponent, this is the fourth time straight; that he has called check!
The team of four young and ambitious advertising pioneers, sat and awaited the words of their leader.
“ I’ve asked each of you to dig deep down inside of your selves, and accomplish goals that many have thought unable to achieve. But every single last time, we get the goal done. We defy all odds and raise the bar in our wake! This is the team that they want to write about, but we don’t do interviews. We don’t exist from behind the curtain. But now…it’s time to push the button and pull the cords.”
When building a great team, it is important to solidify a foundation of leaders; who are looking for someone to simply give them an opportunity to attain the position, that they have always known to be theirs from birth. Caesar didn’t care about their past, nor did he discriminate against radical thinking patterns out of the box. It’s also important to recruit those, who are confident that they possess the ability to hold your position, but choose to follow your lead to the destination of personal success, transported in the vehicle of the success of the team.
With the confidence that he had recruited the right people; Caesar didn’t feel a need to say no more. Trust isn’t an easy thing for Caesar to feel with another human being, and now is no exception. His ability to feel comfortable with the success of his plan, is based in his confidence in himself.
So often, the man doesn’t take the time to enjoy the journey of a woman. You know… in the sense that the four-teen-play ( that's ya traditional fore; and then throw ten on top of that)... is enjoyed by both parties.
So often , the man just doesn’t take the time to fully communicate to a woman, that the journey of discovering her body is enjoyable .
Like baby… I am really enjoying the priviledge of you allowing the tip of my tongue, to explore the most intimate of your body parts, places and crevises; via your eardrums…
Like baby…please allow the racing of my heart, pulsing of my muscles, and that warm sense of excitement that, I hope you feel radiating from me to represent…
Let the look that you see in my eyes, be the reflection of the place on my priority totem pole;… that the task of congruently satisfying your mind, body and soul;…at the same damn time…holds.
Let the look that you see in my eyes, convey to you, that my strong and gentle hands have been longing to massage your shoulders, while our souls party in the basement…at the same damn time.
Caesar could only shake his head from side to side; as he looked down at the most wonderful example of a female body, that only a man; who wasn’t afraid of experiencing the soulful journey that comes from enjoying the invitation, from a woman, to partake of her inner being and existence… could have the privilege of enjoying;…at least twice a week.
The razor sharp hairline; that the coldest barber with the razor game in Columbus had recently sculpted out, framed Caesar’s smooth brown, strong from life’s experiences, but well-preserved face. Knowing that the smile, is the third thing that greets a person-… (The first, the eyes…the second, your scent…and then…your smile!); with this in mind…Caesar has always prided himself on the maintenance of the smile that now shines on Natima.
The origin of the smile, is based in the knowledge of the way that a well balanced mix of shea butter and virgin oil; applied to his newly showered, well-toned, and manicured body, glistens in the light of the night stand lamp.
As if he is a male model,…Caesar allows the towel to gracefully drop from his body and showcases it in a fashion; as to be a precursor to embarking on a journey that will serenade her soul as they physically and mentally allow their forms to intermingle; before walking away and returning to the adjourning bathroom of Natima’s condominium.
The raised Canopy bed has been blanketed with rose pedals, that gently caress her body; and Natima returns her attention to reading the email that Caesar had sent her earlier today.
“Do you give me permission to take time out of my day, in order to mentally savor, the joy that I will have tonight, as my acceptably large lips, enjoy the initial step of traversing the sensual line down the outline of your spine…
Do you give permission for me to close my eyes and draw on my memory of how sweet, and sensually demanding of all ten of my senses, the smell of your skin is?
Say,…please say, that you give me permission to lay you down on ya back, the same strong back, that carries the load of being the matriarch…of a sisterhood of strong, ambitious, intelligent, spiritually relevant women; who rely on you to lead the way every day!
Say,…please say, that you give me permission to start at your freshly manicured toes, massaging away all your worries and woes…allow me to kiss the bottom of your feet…better known as your soles.
Grant me the pleasure of gracing your ankles, calves, and then…inner thighs with the slightly moist surface of my lips…
Grant me the pleasure of traveling the course of your voluptuous thighs, while looking forward to the destination of your sensually scented hips.
I would be humbled, to then climb the surface of your breast, that have given nourishment to life… and now have my mouth watering and the cause of my boxers becoming tight.
I would be humbled, to receive an invitation to adorn your neck with intimate kisses, born of well-aged ecstasy, which now display my discipline to not forego this episode of 14 play; and succumb to the desires that have been burning well before the night.
Give me permissions, to cease with the requests for permissions, and just take charge with the task of pleasing you…you way that you deserve to be pleased.
Lifting your legs from the canvas of the bed and now placing them over my broad shoulders; as I drink of your cup stationed between the pillars of those thighs.
It’s ok…relax…I got this. Relax your muscles, your mind…I got this…it’s ok to place your hands on the side of my head, lay back and close your eyes.
Natima can longer wait for Caesar to return to the room, without responding to the urge to touch herself. As she lifts her legs to allow the soles of her feet to now lay flat on the bed, along with her back, Natima closes her eyes and gives in; to the thought the fingers of her right hand being the lips and tongue of Caesar.
As the desire builds, Natima opens her eyes, and is pleased to see the naked form of Caesar, standing at the edge of the bed. Pleased at the timing of his presence, she allows his strong hands to place her now quivering thighs over his well-chiseled and broad shoulder.
Caesar’s tongue rings the doorbell of the place known as Natima, and the tightening of her thighs, signals her acceptance. As a rule of thumb, you always have to trace the outer frame and the “lips” of the dwelling prior to entering. Natima attempts to utilize the muscles of her
strong legs to urge Caesar to quit stalling, but this isn’t about her having control and Caesar is intent on making sure that she knows this, so he braces himself and holds steady.
With the breath of air, which originated from the depths of Caesar’s lungs, being exhaled into the halls of Natima’s being, Caesar places his lips tightly to her doorway and utilizes his tongue as a rutter, to navigate his way thru the current now streaming back down her halls. The combination of the exhaled air being returned, the tip of his tongue caressing her clit and the meeting her lower and his facial lips is too much for Natima to bare. The involuntary release urges her to run, but the strong arms of Caesar hold her in place, and reiterate the establishment of control.
The well needed release still has a hold of her body, as Natima feels his strong hands lift, turn, and place her still releasing body on her stomach. She feels her legs being spread, moments prior to feeling the presence of his mouth once again at the doorway of her inner hallways. Though she thought that she was spent, Natima feels another flood rushing from within and roaring towards the entrance of her “self”. Caesar’s strong and firm hands utilize her waist make sure that she again is disallowed to run.
Natima fights to maintain a safe pulse and heart rate in the midst of one of the best releases that her body has ever experienced.
As the river begins to subside and her heart rate starts to slow, she feels what feels like a million ants running up her spine as she feels the tip of Caesar’s existence enter her. All at once she feels his knees part her legs, his hands around her shoulders, and in one fluid motion he pulls her up to rest on her knees and her face planted on the pillow.
Her inner walls willingly hug the initial presence of Caesar, she feels the palms of his hands run from her shoulders, to triceps, then elbows, to forearms, then wrists. In a sudden, but effortless motion; Caesar utilizes his knees to keep her doorway positioned straight up to him but her shoulders flat on the bed and wrist spread restrained toward the edges of the bed. The feeling of Caesar fully entering her, causes Natima’s eyes to run up the interior lids of her face.
The perfect balance of dominance but also intimate consideration of his large size guides his body ; as Caesar strokes the fire of Natima’s most inner desires giving her another flood, that seems to originate from the tips of her toes, pass her calves, tickling the back of her knees, rounding her kneecaps, spiraling back around her thighs, until finally drenching Caesar.
With Caesar still standing, but motionless; in the hallway of her being…Natima concentrates on relaxing her tightened stomach muscles as her whole body convulses with the epic release.
Her ears barely register the sound of his phone alerting him of an in-coming phone call. While still standing in her hall ways, she can feel Caesar prop himself up with one arm and reach over towards the night stand and retrieve his phone with the other hand.
“ Yeah…”
Not having the strength to do anything other than say a silent thank you to whomever just called, Natima couldn’t hear what the other person was saying during the brief conversation. However, after 20 seconds, she could feel his body shift, as he pushed “end” and laid the phone on the bed.
“ I am so sorry Natty, but I’ve got something that I need to handle.”
The first thought that she had running thru her mind, was what could be important enough to pull you from this type of current position; and then she came to her senses and was appreciative for whatever it was, cause she was not prepared for what had just happened, was potentially about to still happen. The fact that he was still “standing strong” within her, had her thinking that maybe she needed to do some more mental pre-gamming to ensure that she didn’t get caught up with this…
“ You ready…”
Before she could focus and process the question; Natima felt Caesar back out of her dwelling and a vacuum feeling; that felt like it tugged on the middle of her soul and took the breath from her chest. As if he was well aware of the feeling that she was feeling, and need to be snapped out of it; Caesar placed a bite mark on Natima’s right ass cheek…
“ Every time that you sit down, and you feel that…remember that I’ll be back to finish the job.”
