“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”
No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.
It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.
blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.
The past year had been one of test after test. He found the single life to be trying and he missed having his family together and what the divorce had done to his boys.
He had separated from the wife but he missed the family events so he went back home with his tail between his legs.
He had traveled extensively chasing after happiness but he never was able to find it.
He tried like hell to snag just a bit of happiness by taking vacations, celebrating birthdays, holidays and anniversaries. He did achieve momentary happiness but that’s as far as it went.
She gushed all over her husband but her heart already knew he was only a temporary fixture in her life.
She tried so hard to recapture the emotional connection they once had. Their sex life was the same as she pretended to enjoy the feel of his body.
He loved his family and family is all he had ever known. He provided for all of them including close friends.
He felt responsible for his extended family but he allowed himself to get lost in helping others.
As long as he kept his mind busy he could forget about his inner unhappiness.
His smile was fake and his photographs screamed how lonely he truly was. He hid his pain in a bottle of liquor like so many others and he hated having to stay at least tipsy to be around the wife.
His children were almost grown and not long all of them would be on their own.
He loved the mother of his children but reconciling did not bring the peace within him that he had hoped for.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he fantasized about. He was always lost in a world of pleasure and he tried to forget her to no avail.
She had the ability to see him as he truly was and not like one of his fans. All she wanted was a quiet life, a life enjoying nature’s wonders and someone to share her world.
She was a very sensual woman and she had her own secret fantasies. Her kinky side had been hidden for so long and she doubted she would ever meet a man that could fulfill her on all levels.
Her fantasy started with her staring out the window and getting lost in the vision of him shirtless. She could see herself walking towards him in a dress the color of light salmon and the silky fabric was a turn on.
Her nipples were erect and visible and her ass cheeks filled the dress out. She walked up to him and placed one hand on his cheek and the other hand on his crotch.
His cock filled the palm f her hand and she slowly stroked him. He had gotten lost in her eyes and all he wanted was her nakedness next to him.
She smelled like white shoulders cologne and her skin was so soft. Their lips met and mingled until they finally began a seductive French kiss.
He had kissed women before that made him hard and yes he wanted to fuck them. This woman was different on so many levels.
Yes, his cock was hard but he wanted more than sex. He wanted someone who made him laugh, someone that made him think, someone that was interesting and fun. He knew in his heart she was the one for him and that scared him so.
Their single kiss turned into a make out session. She then kissed his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands roamed his chest and as she found his belt she began to lower herself onto her knees.
Looking up into his eyes she ran her tongue over her lips as she undid his belt, button and zipper. Slowly pulling his pants down she licked the tip of his cock.He was so turned on he almost shot his wad.
She wrapped her hand around his stiffness and guided it deeper and deeper into her throat as she stroked him with her hand.
He dug his hands into her hair and pushed her into his crotch. She knew how to please a man and a blow job, a great blow job was hard for a man to find.
Between her lips, mouth and hand she had easily brought him to the edge of an orgasm but refused to allow him release.
He couldn’t stand her constant teasing and he lifted her up off her knees. He turned her around quickly and bent her over the chair and thrust his cock into her wetness.
He was fucking her deep until she rotated her body and she was facing him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she guided him to his knees as she sat on the chair.
Placing her legs on his shoulders she scooted her ass off the chair and up to his lips. Ordering him to lick her clit as she grabbed his head he began to lick and suck.
He was quite talented when it came to giving a woman an orgasm. He could tell she was ready to cum as she lifted her ass higher and higher. Screaming his name as she came and pulling his hair was the signs he waited to experience.
He removed her legs from his shoulders and had her wrap them around his waist as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
His cock was throbbing and begging to fuck her so he guided his hardness into her lubricated opening and he fucked her deep and fast until he shot his hot cum.
She was calling his name and she finally had to push him to bring him back to the here and now. Finally responding to the mother of his children he told her some bullshit lie of what he had been thinking of.
The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.
Marriage is a mosaic you build with your spouse—millions of tiny moments that create your love story.
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole.
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
When one has not had a good father, one must create one.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.
“Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.”
My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.
“With foxes we must play the fox.” Understand Gabby???
Don’t forget that I cannot see myself, that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror.
What happened in the past that was painful has a great deal to do with what we are today, but revisiting this painful past can contribute little or nothing to what we need to do now.
“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.”
Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go.