Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
We don’t realize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme self who is eternally at peace.
When are you going to launch a very feminine and sexy lingerie line??? You might want to look into under the breast sweat pads for ladies. There’s a very large market all women sweat under the boobs
It is the very error of the moon. She comes more nearer earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.
Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever.
Few people have the imagination for reality.
He sat back on the lounge with a drink in his hand. He realized he drank too much but that’s the only way he could make it through the day.
Like so many others he found himself with wondering eyes and a deflated go. He fell for a girl that was thirty years his junior.
He fell hard and left home, moved in with his girlfriend and filed for a divorce.
It started out with innocent flirting and before he knew it he was flying high emotionally.
He left the safety of his lair to something quite exciting and mind boggling.
This girl was the eye of the hurricane that destroyed his family. She was the cause, or so some thought that lead him astray.
Truth be known he was totally besotted and just like so many middle aged men his dick lead him.
He realized he didn’t want to remarry or have more kids. He had already crossed those bridges. It would be a matter of time before she started the “let’s get married” bullshit and he wanted no part of it.
He missed his family and decided to try to breathe new life into his marriage.
What they both knew to be true is they always had to be doing something or going somewhere. They didn’t know how to be together and enjoy the silence.
His wife was happy to have him back in the fold and he had enjoyed moments but he wasn’t happy no he just played the part.
He would think about his life and think about his ex mistress. He wondered what she was doing with her life and he admitted she had been fun but just wanted to much from him.
His wife had gone to great lengths to give him a birthday to remember, a surprise party to celebrate his years on this earth.
Truth was he already knew about the party. He just didn’t want to hurt his wife so he kept his trap shut and dove into the bottle.
His golden years would bring opportunities like celebrity jeopardy or dancing with the stars, maybe a commercial like viagra.
One would think that he would change his ways but he still loved pornography and reading erotica both of which controlled his thoughts.
He still loved the fantasies his mind could conjure up. He read blogs and visited his porn sites regularly.
He knew he drank to much which helped him forget how truly unhappy he was but what else was there to do?
I know the second you read the title you started to laugh. You may have even laughed out loud and making those around you wondering what is so funny.
If only they knew, if only they knew the real you. You hide behind the smile and give those around you the impression o fuck back to farts and women.
Truth be known women do not fart we have tiny explosions between our legs. If you believe that then I’m sure you wouldn’t find it suspect for a nun to be kneeling in a cucumber field.
There are several different types of farts. There is the wet fart which is a hiccup of shit then there’s the fart that is a series of small but rapid farts. Then not least is the end silent but deadly fart. It introduces itself by being silent but sends into the room a horrendous odor.
So do tell why do we think farting is so funny? I think a sense of humor is as important as being honest.
It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
Better than a thousand days of diligent study is one day with a great teacher.
Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man’s restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.
Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
One day you will be bronzed into a movie and one day you will finally allow yourself to be the real you.
Don’t think IBF doesn’t know your mind is elsewhere GOB
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.”
People like to say that the conflict is between good and evil. The real conflict is between truth and lies.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
“All things truly wicked start from innocence.”
Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.
The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.
People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul
Life is a series of choices and all we can do is make them.
One day she woke up different.
She woke up with a purpose that didn’t depend on pleasing other people.
She woke up with a burning desire to strip back her life of anything that didn’t bring her joy.
She was done with comparison.
She was over perfection.
She realised that anything which cost her her peace, was just too expensive.
She knew, suddenly, that fair-weather friends, were far too common. That only a few had her in their heart.
And that was plenty.
She woke up that way, and her life changed forever.
The day she realised, that putting the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket, is like throwing yourself in jail.
Life is far too short not to wake up this way too.
So wake up, my friend.
It’s a new day.
“Just like the lotus, we too have the ability to rise from the mud, bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world.”
A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.
To Follow by faith alone is to follow blindly.
The past is our definition. We may strive with good reason to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it. But we will escape it only by adding something better to it.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
I had to put down one of my yorkies in May and it broke my heart. I got another puppy in October and another the end of December and Elle loves to cuddle me and nap and Linsey likes my lap. I have become the crazy pet lady with 2 rescue cats and three Yorkies.
I love nature and animals and I like to lie on the grass and look into the sky and feel at peace.
The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we’re not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
It’s not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.
Your memory is a monster; you forget – it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you – and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
“Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.”
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.
This post is for a specific individual, today is your birthday happy birthday my dear. I do hope you enjoyed your party and you are smart enough to get a yearly colonoscopy. Most people hate getting it but if you dont you could easily die from colon cancer like my dad did.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
The sun was peeking over the horizon and a lovely hue of the morning sun encased the early hours. He sat on the bench next to the woman who bore him children and had been his partner for a very long time.
He learned early in his career to be a great pretender and to keep his emotions under control. His wife gave everyone the impression that she was over joyed with her personal relationship.
He, on the other hand pretended to be happy when in fact he would rather be anywhere except next to his wife. Their sex life had long ago died but he tried his best to pretend life was full of roses and chocolates.
He thought about the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the thought of fucking her never left his mind. She was sexy and exciting and the thought of his cock between her lips made his hand inconspicuously rub up against his stiffness.
He had no doubt the head of his cock had turned a deep purple and would attempt to peek up from under the waistband of his pants. He was so damn hard it actually hurt to have the pressure of his zipper against it.
There was something about her that kept him intrigued and he knew one day he would be with this woman. She had a wonderful kinky side and she offered so much more to him than his wife.
He thought about her telling him to get on his knees and remove her boots. She then would order him to remove her stockings one at a time and then massage her lovely feet. She so enjoyed having her toes sucked on and it was something that turned him on.
She ordered him to remove his clothing and sit with his legs folded under his ass. She then began to stroke his cock with her feet. Her feet were so warm and soft and felt so good as she stroked him.
She removed her feet and placed them on his chest slowly pushing him back until his head touched the floor.
The pain in his quadriplex muscles actually was a turn on and his cock was rock hard.
She stood up and placed herself directly in the center of his view and looking up he saw her lovely thong panties and his cock began to drip that glistening pre cum.
She bent over him and took his cock into her mouth inch by inch. She mastered the muscles in her lips with poise and grace and he loved watching her work her magic.
He thought about sex with this woman but more than that she excited his mind. He felt a kinship with this woman and that is what he coveted.
He had it all or at least he had all the material stuff. He traveled extensively, sat at tables of the rich and famous and was still considered one of the best players in the world.
He made commercials, signed autographs and made a film about his life.
This was all nice but he hungered for mental stimulation. Someone to tease and excite him mentally would be so nice.
He had dealt with so many attractive women but found them to be mental light weights.
He liked to look at pretty ladies but he preferred the ones that liked the simple life. The ones who’s natural beauty didn’t need to be covered up with makeup.
He liked women like his mom. Women strong, family oriented, loved to cook for their family and family meant everything.
Yes he liked the simple woman but he liked the kinky as well. His wife was simple but sexually stunted. She would never do anything kinky as it just wasn’t her.He realized that his wife had many insecurities but he didnt know that she was always comparing herself to the women in his lifeHe enjoyed sex but more than the act itself he hungered for intimacy. Being intimate meant you had to allow yourself to be vulnerable and that is something he had never allowed himself the luxury.
He was finally accepting that he would never be happy in his current relationship. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he packed up and left for good.
His thoughts were all over the place and he would have flashes of her lovely erect nipples. He loved sucking on nipples and pinching nipples to make them erect.
He was naive when he was in his twenties but life’s cruel lessons had taught him to keep his inner circle small and trust no one not even his wife or x wife. His fantasy grabbed him and sucked him back into a wonderful and exciting time.
He had her bent over the kitchen table and he used his knees to spread her and he rubbed her ass with the palm of his hands.
She was so soft and smelled so good he couldnt wait to feel the inside of her. His cock was comparable to a baseball bat. He wrapped his hand around his stiff cock and slowly slid into her wetness.
She was so tight he had to push hard to enter her but she was so worth it. She oozed with romance and intimacy and he wondered why he hadn’t made a move on her sooner.
I so enjoy this song, I really love the sound of sleigh bells and its a perfect song for those snowy xmas days.
‘My dark secrets are life threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build.’
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
Between the desire
And the spasm,
Between the potency
And the existence,
Between the essence
And the descent,
Falls the Shadow
The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you can see.
A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.
Nothing is so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness is it to be expecting evil before it comes.
Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.