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Little Sister's Game
The dark, sloe eyed glance had caught him, she knew, as he made his mind up to leave. She watched him hesitate, passing his keys from one hand to the other, anger still present in the set of his shoulders and the muscles along his jaw. She watched him and realized, once again, that she didn’t care overly much as to whether he stayed or went. This time there was a child involved, sure, but there were probably millions of children involved all over the world. What was one more? The glance she had shot him had merely been habit. It was in her nature to at least try and keep him, as it had been in her nature to snare him. He threw the keys and his jacket onto the side table and stalked away into his drawing room, his fury still shouting itself from his stance.
Dora lazily scratched her bare knee and drew heavily on her smoke, the nicotine punching as it hit, heavenly, she thought ironically. If only. His keys slipped heavily to the floor next to the child’s scattered bloc
Why Have A Child If Your Not Gonna Love And Protect It Why
TAHLEQUAH, Oklahoma -
The death of a 3-year-old boy brought even veteran police officers to tears. The bruised body of Dakota Sanders was found in a Tahlequah rooming house.
Dakota's mother, a day care worker, and the man they lived with, are both being held on murder complaints.
Tahlequah police found 3-year-old Dakota Sanders' body in a room at the Stepping Stone Rooming House. Police arrested his mother, Jeri Sanders, and her common law husband, Buford Ellison.
"[It was] fairly obvious the child had been dead for some time," said Tahlequah Police Chief Nate King.
Sanders and Ellison are being held without bond on first degree murder complaints. Investigators say the boy showed signs of being strangled or suffocated. Police Chief Nate King says the death is especially heinous, even for veteran officers.
"You see tears being shed by men that have been doing this for 20 years, you know it's a bad situation," King said.
Police said Sanders told them Ellison killed the little boy.
Why is everyone so concerned about getting fu married on here? Most can't handle a regular marriage. Seems like a waste to me. Just seems to cause drama from all the horror stories I hear.
There is plenty of jealousy on here. Why start more?
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Reposting: Never Forget The Reasons You Fell In Love!!!
*Married or not you should take a moment & read this...“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced a
Living With Integrity Means:
Living with integrity means:Not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values. Making choices based on what you believe, and not what others believe....
There once was a man who held the moon tight. The moon loved him so much, that it began to shine bright. Lighting up the night sky, showcasing their love. While inspiring young lovers gazing above. The moon faded one night, then lost its true shine. For he did not show up at all this time. It wept as the dew fell to the earth. With every moon tear fallen, came down its self worth. The next night arrived, but the moon wasn't whole. It appeared to be missing, a piece of its soul. As time went by, the moon gave up hope. Displaying only half of itself, was the only way to cope. The world down below, stays drenched in moon tears. Because the man it loved most, gave into his fears. Afraid of his own feelings, he simply walked away. While the moon's broken heart, is on permanent display.
Stolen Her Shape
Running with the moon,staying by its side.A statistic by the shore,along a merciless tide.They found her by his body.She kept repeating,it wasn’t me.For the person she once was,longed to be free.Through swollen eyes and handcuffs,they hauled her away.To the state penitentiary,is where she will stay.That side of herself,brought to life by his hands.Died alongside him,beneath the beach sand.Years of ridicule,torture and pain.Sent fury and fire,pumping through her veins.Although she wore the scars,held the knife in her hands.It wasn’t me she restated,while being called to the stand.And indeed it wasn’t,but that matters not.In death she will learn,the lesson which was taught.For she became like him,while trying to escape.The person he used to be,has stolen her shape.
The Truth That Stood Before Her
Walking across the sandy beaches,a sparkle caught her eye.A pair of glasses buried in the dirt,sends the sea gulls up high.They were the only witness,to the events that took place.They were about to unwind,as she slides them on her face.Suddenly she was staring upon,two lovers walking hand and hand.Smiling and laughing,engraving their name upon the sand.Looking through the glasses,they were rose colored it appeared.For the man that held her hand,simply disappeared.Transformed into a monster,filled with force and rage.Years of deception played out,by the turning of the page.For without the glasses,the girl could not see.The truth that stood before her,the salty beach was the key.The key to an unopened doorno one knows exist.Sliding the glasses off her face,she gives them a kiss.For the glasses belong to her,it took losing them to see.The events that would play out,if she didn’t set them free.
Embarking On Sin
I waited in the shadows,
for him to appear.
Judgment day has arrived,
after all of these years.
I descended from the darkness,
with a firm grip of my gun.
Absorbing his fear,
as I stood there with none.
Do you remember that night?
Was the question I asked.
He stood there in shock,
un-fulfilling my task.
Pulling back the hammer,
I asked yet again.
Demanding to be remembered,
embarking on sin.
Thou shall not kill
kept playing in my mind.
Yet I lied there dead,
at that moment in time.
Back on the night in question,
he refused to remember.
Thirteen years has passed
since that cold December.
A statistic I was,
young and alone.
Having been taken,
so far from home.
His prisoner, his slave,
my chains were bound tight.
Left to bleed to death,
in the middle of the night.
As the images replayed themselves,
again in my mind.
I mustered up enough strength,
to lay down the gun.
While staring straight into his eyes,
he knew I had won.
If Just For A Moment
I was going to type a mumm, then I decided against it. That would be like I wanted to be liked. Not many people do like me. It is their choice. I give them the freedom they believe they need. Like me if you wish, you can hate me if you desire to. I am discusted by myself, so I don't think anyone should like me. I have deleted alot of my mumms.
I am sorry if I took up too much space on the internet. I didn't mean to.... I know, I am fat and ugly. Go ahead and laugh, its your right to act how you wish.
I have met some really nice people here. Some people on here have been everything but nice... I know, Fubar isn't like real life. I receive more trash talk in real life. I don't need this!!
Hopefully, my days will get better. I am not that sure. Should of just stayed out of everybody elses life. If just for a moment, think of the possibility that everyone has a heart, some of us are just more willing to share the truest of love.
My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...Yet finds no direction.My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...Yet it somehow eludes me.My eyes seek out visions in times of want.They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...Yet they cannot see the light.My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.It poses intense questions that demand answers ...Yet there are none to be found
Lost in a sea of faces.All alone in the crowd.No one turns an ear,Though I scream out loud.Lost alone in the darkness,Why can’t anyone hear?Warmth is fading swiftly,And the snows are drawing near.Lost without a friend,I face the world alone.No one’s here to hear me laugh.Oblivion is my home.The light is ever fading.The darkness drawing nigh.Will nobody come to me,To bring me to the light?We all just stand around speaking.Illusion, no one really hears.We’re all too concerned with ourselves,Fighting our own fears.You can’t see the world through a mirror,But no one tried to break through.We wallow in our own darknessWe wander without a clue.If just one hand could pierce the darknessTo grab another’s hand,No longer would we all be lost,And light would flood the land.
Lived Is The Key Word
Back to the drawing board...I started off as a single straight line....then a heartbeat was born....as I grew and the more life happened...that same heartbeat that was born fragile and innocent began to weaken and grow cold...witnessing and living thru all that I have has taught me how to survive...what it takes to make it in this place...I envy those who have lived their sheltered lives and not had to experience the world as I have...I long for equality and love...real love...not the faked shit....the unconditional kind...a mother and fathers love...to be everyone’s equal through everything I know I am not...the Holidays were just another day for me until I had my daughter...just the thought of having a child terrified me....loving something as much as I love her was overwhelming....I have always been gifted at screwing up and doing things wrong and my life taught me what not to do as a parent...I think back on that longing feeling...to hear my mother tell me she loves me...she&
Pull the pictures
That have not been seen
To show those on the surface
A new planet
That they never knew existed
Bring up the pictures
And proof that
The surface is
So boring in comparrison
ok well as some of u all know im a manic depressive and i hate the holidays anymore.Most dont know why tho.I moved from my home state a few years ago and im fine with that. My mother lives in a nursing home and she had a sever stroke it was soo bad that shes partially parilyzed and cant speak. so between not bein able to speak to my mother n having my family turned against me for stupid reasons i am all alone.With bein bipolar and a manic depressive this time of year is really hard to deal with everything. I tend to isolate myself from everyone and get into a funk thats hard to get out of.I know this time of year just about everyone hates me because of this but like i said because of bein alone and feeling the way i feel it is very hard to talk to anyone about it I AM TRULY SORRY for those of u that i made to the point that you all hate me its just something that happens but it will pass and to those of u who stuck by myside and those ho are helping me THANK YOU VERY MUCH from the bott
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And They Are Busted...............................gotcha!!!!
Now that I'm calm down and thought about it.
There are a few things I would still like to vent about.
YES YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU SHOULD BE HONEST TO EVERYONE NOT PLAY WITH THEIR EMOTIONS!
1) I dont wish any harm to come to you.
2) The only thing that is pissing me off to this day is that you talk bad about me to others (she steals, she cheats, she does this or that, is bossy, etc etc) and you do the same about others as well.
3)I DON'T HAVE TO PROVE MYSELF TO YOU OR ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER
4)YOU EITHER BELIEVE ME OR YOU DON'T. I PERSONALLY DONT GIVE A RATS ASS WHAT YOU OR ANYONE ELSE THINKS NOW.
5)IF NEEDED CAN BE A CUNT(and I am one of the best)! ITS IN MY BLOOD.
6)I am NOT Going to put others personal shit on here or anywhere else for that matter.
7)I wish you nothing but happiness and the best.
8)I am always here as your friend after all we've known one another since 1986.
I hope everything comes true for you someday and you can survive your own demons you put in
September 26, 2012 at 9:55am
Somebody once said, that I probably wouldn't get noticed
until I was dead.
I stayed on my path, kept up my pace, never forgetting
the look on their face.
I want it to be known, that from the thanks and complaints,
I have grown.
I write the beauty in all that I see, so even if you don't understand, I love you hating me.
My poetry in short says it all, my dreams and nightmares,
each rise and every fall.
I may be different but I am proud, my poetry is the voice of my soul
speaking out loud.
For twenty five years I have stuck to my plan, I won't give up,
every day I do all I can.
Just as you walk with a perfect stride, I hold hope that my poetry
will help those that want to hide.
When there seems no reason, my poetry will bring
the crisp morning air of every season.
Maybe one day I will stop, no plans yet, maybe when my heart stops beating
and I suddenly drop.
I wrote this about a year ago and it still holds true. Incase
Fake profiles. Fake love. Fall in love with numerous fubar people you'll never meet. Fall in love with numerous fubar people (MY TRUE LOVEEEEEE!) a few times within a span of a year. Your the apple of his/her eye until someone "distracts" that eye with a offer of a bling pack. Crush that soul but keep in mind you now can buy a 20 credit .jpg! Or buy the "friendship" of your fellow fu pals!
Back in May I pretty much deleted this page and I've wondered to myself..."Why the hell did i come back here?" This place offers absolutely nothing. The conversations (if you can call it that) are lame at best. Imagine l33t speak mashed with hillbilly/hip hop/valley girl slang and you have 99% of the "conversation" here. The music here blows. Unless you like auto tuned teeny bopper stuff. Or Rap (ugh) or the musical equivalent of fecal matter ( SEE - creed - nickleback - seether -doughtrey,etc.) I admit I used to piss away HOURS here. Now if I'm here for more than 20 minutes that would be consi
New Level Requirements Thoughts
Hey Fu..Axe here..well here I am at Level 57 and I'm realizing that from here on in, I will never ever Level again with the present Level requirement of top 10 Dude/Dudettes of the week.
That is a ridiculous requirement and attempts to force you, me or anybody else at that level, to become a TOP 10 member ;even for a week..just to level. I call that greed and promotes narcissistic behavior and empowers those that are already REDS with too much control over who gets in and who doesn't. In short, its a rigged game that empowers favoritism, narcissism and and anti social behavior that will cap the achievement levels of most people. What I'm saying here is that in order to become a TOP 10 member, you have to supplant a RED and in order to to do that, you have to be so far up too many REDS asses that when they brush their teeth, you're winking at them.
As things stand, I will never ever level again..I've been here almost 7 years..I have over 400k profile rates yet I will never ever get
I dunno what to say about Fubar other than it's got very greedy indeed.
People have forgotten how Lost Cherry used to be.
Most folks would be lost without Bling nowadays.
If we ever went back to the days without Vips, Bling, Power ups or the Like button
most folks wouldn't be so popular.
Yeah I love the LIKE button BUT it's like thats all Fubars about lately.
A massive popularity contest to see how LOVED people are.
Fubar is NOTHING without Us and We need to remember how it works.
I love coming on Fubar every day but I get sick of sitting here watching stupidity in my live feed.
I NEED THIS, I NEED THAT.
It all boils down to how much $$$ people have and NOT how NICE people are anymore.
People that beg and degrade themselves for cash and shit on cam are REDICULOUS !!!!!!!!!
All I'm on here for is to play the Game, My amazing FuLove Krysbeard and my Friends.
People need to remember that if you DON'T help others they WON'T get help back.
Fubar is FULL OF RAMPANT EGOS t
No, Robbie Williams, You're Not 49% Gay. But You Are 100% Stupid
If Robbie Williams found himself in my bedroom (an improbable proposition, admittedly) he would likely conclude: "Given the mess and all the clothes on the floor, I'd say this subject is 100% straight."
Because the singer – and he is far from alone – seems unable to distinguish stereotype (that floordrobes are for heterosexuals) from reality.
In an interview with the Daily Star, he said: "I love musical theatre and a lot of the other things that are often associated with gays. I am 49% homosexual and sometimes as far as 50% However, that would imply that I enjoy having a particular sort of fun, which I don't."
Oh, Robbie. You are not 49% homosexual; you are 100% idiot. Of all the statements about homosexuality, this is packed so deep with stupidity, I'm like a heterosexual at a car boot sale, dizzily unsure where to begin. (We can all cheapen others in the stereotype bonanza.)
Musical theatre. Personally, I would avoid the jazz hands brigade with every bit as much gusto
"my Girlfriend The Cum Slut"
Now to start with it's just fiction and had not one fucking thing to do with any woman on this site!
I guess i'm a relatively good looking man but Sharon is a reaal knockout. She has a gorgeous face with full lips and thick, lustrous jet black hair. She has great legs and a nice firm body with natural 36DD's really big breasts, she is what you'd call stacked. I mean you just have to see these breasts to believe them. They're not only amazingly big, but firm as well. And they stand right up. No sag at all. when she agreed to be my girlfriend i couldn't believe my good fortune. She could have had any number of men but she chose me. Just blessed i guess. But that was then, this is now.
We had been together a few years and things had begun to go atale. We got along fine, quite well in fact, but our sex life had deteriorated, Back when we first started dating Sharon couldn't get enough of my tongue and dick. She was horny all the time and i was more than willing to satisfy her needs.
"my Girlfriend The Cum Slut"
Not knowing where to start, we agreed to place an ad in a couple of swinger sites. It reead as follows:
"ATTRACTIVE COUPLEseeks other couples, or single femaels or males, for mutal pleasures. Gangbangs and orgies okay but no pain or humiliation. Please send Videos or photos of yourself in action."
When the ad first ran we recived quite a large response, though it was exclusively from single men and married men ( wanting to swing without their wives). My girl and i sat down with a bottle of wine to review the responses we had revived and to pick someone out for our first ever threesome. We didn't even consider anyone who didn't send us a photo(no one sent a video). We put aside those whos letters were poorly written and those who sounded shady or suspious. This still left us with quite a few people to choose from.
for our first contact we choose Mark. Mark was a single guy who had sent us a photo of himself with an erection that would have come close to puttimg me to shame. The
A Fallen Friend
They say death is a funny thing.Yes,we all must face death one day.But,when you get close to some one.Rather be it a family member.Or a close friend.And they pass away.Life get's hard.So here are a few words to my fallen friend..... I miss you greatly my friend.It has been an empty void.With out you here.I can some times feel your presense here.As if your wathching me from heaven.Keeping an eye on me.I know your watching me from above.I will be ok my friend.All i can do is remember the good times we shared.For one day i know we will meet again.So wait for me my friend. Your friend for life Michael 10/10/2011
Just Trash Me
Can't say I want to be top of the heap,
I love the closeness and warmth down deep.
Won't go and say no way, cause baby I know,
I will return to see the light of day.
Just fucking rip me and crumble me up,
I don't even want to share a coffee cup.
I would rather be on a straight and even keel,
prove to me that dreams can become real.
Spending a week with you would be too great,
I would want you more, I am the carp and you are the bait.
Save your time and just trash me,
I can't become part of what is or will be.
Just trash me, I really need to rest,
I've seen 1, 2, 3, 400 or so profile pictures of ladies on here. I just have to be the one to ask it. WHY faces only? So many facey selfies. So many body-less facey selfies. Perfect makeup, perfect photo editing, perfection....but NO bodies. So here's the deal:
I think I know why.
Try a full body shot. It's okay. Get really honest with people and show them yourself. Not just the bits and pieces you wish people to see. It's okay. The only difference between men and women here, are....Men are totally cool just letting the beer baby belly hang out, whilst flipping off the camera and smoking a cigarette. Ladies, not so much. They get the camera as close to their faces as they possibly can without the camera lacking ability to focus because it is too close....and they snap snap snap those selfies :)
I think it is sad that a lot of women on here don't feel comfortable enough in their own skin, to be able to take a full body shot.
Why am I writing this? A
I find it so pathetic at how fast people are to mourn a actor in thier status but not a Police Officer, Fire Fighter or a Service Member. It is also sad that Fu comes out with a bling for them. Just so they can make more money.
As I was thinking about this I also realized how Fu is using special events like Breast Cancer Awareness Month and Major weather events to make money. They make a bling for these. Charge $3 make it a requirement and only give $1 for each one to the Cause. So for every bling the make $2. This is worse then the scammers who go to these places and scam people by taking money and not doing work or the many other things that happen.
This is really sad. It shows the true colors of the people who run Fu. They are just scammers
Every year of my life we have always had holiday meals at my parents. My mother loves to do all the cooking and baking for the holidays. I wont lie I do love going to my parents and do love my mother's cooking.. My mother is a very sick woman and has had differnet types of cancer through out her life and has beat them all, but she also has other health issues. How do I get her to let me do this for our familywithout upsetting her? We have a big family, there is her and my father, me and my husband, or 3 kids and our 4 grandkids. I have told her mom please let me do the cooking for the holidays and all it did was make her mad. I didn't say it to make her mad. I just want her to relax for once aand let someone else to all the work. I am 41 years old and my mother has been doing this for 41 years. I think it's time she enjoys the holidays, and not do all the work....
Gone, You Are Not
Yesterday as I was cleaning my home.
Dusting, throughout the rooms where I roamed.
I picked up your picture, and remembered your sound.
The way your eyes lit up, when I came around.
This time of year, sends me wishing.
For things I never had, all I've been missing.
I wish I could just tell you one more time.
What a difference you made, in this world of mine.
As I held your face in my hand.
I felt a warm breeze, like you understand.
From beyond the grave, your memory lives on.
I feel like a person, instead of a pawn.
You were the only father, I ever knew.
And how much it meant, I could never tell you.
But I do speak to you, every day through my thoughts.
I love you grandaddy, and gone, you are not.
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Says It All
I heard you were looking for the famous Violent Tease
Sorry but she's beating the stupid out of her haters
So leave a message please
If you're going to leave a rude comment it'll just get deleted
It's not like it'll hurt your feelings
I'm sure being ignored is how you're used to being treated
It's best not to blow up the shout box complaining as well
I'll be more than happy to tell you to go to hell
Also if you're planning on stealing my pics at least say so
It's better than me putting you on blast and making you look low
And no that doesn't mean I'm giving you access to dirty pics
I'm sorry that you're your chances to get a real woman is as small as your dick
By the way...
You assholes that try blackmailing those poor women make me sick
So that's about the gist of how things go
Treat me as a person and friend I'll treat you like gold
If you treat me badly be prapared for war
I'll show you what being popular is for....
What A Real Man Likes
A REAL MAN WON'T CARE WHAT THE SIZE OF YOUR BRA IS OR HOW LARGE YOUR THIGHS ARE, IF YOU HAVE A BIG BUTT, AND THE SIZE OF
YOUR BELLY. A REAL MAN IS GOING TO NOTICE, YOUR SMILE, THE WAY YOU PUT YOUR HAIR IN THE BACK OF YOUR EAR, WHEN YOU ARE
NERVOUS IN YOUR SMILE, THE WAY YOUR LIPS MOVE WHEN YOU ARE TALKING, IN YOUR HYSTERICAL WAY OF WATCHING HORROR
MOVIES, IN YOUR LITTLE OBSESSIONS, IN YOUR EXAGGERATED GESTURES, AND IN THE WAY YOU PRONOUNCE HIS NAME, A REAL MAN
IS GOING TO LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU, NOT FOR WHAT YOU ARE NOR THE WAY YOU LOOK ON THE OUTSIDE.
As I Look Over My Life.....
AS I LOOK BACK OVER MY LIFE, I REALIZE THAT EVERYTIME I THOUGHT I WAS BEING REJECTED FROM SOMETHING
GOOD, I WAS ACTUALLY BEING RE-DIRECTED TO SOMETHING BETTER.....
IN MY LIFE, I'VE LIVED, I'VE LOVED, I'VE LOST, I'VE MISSED, I'VE HURT, I'VE TRUSTED, I'VE MADE MISTAKES
BUT, MOST OF ALL I'VE LEARNED.....
Watch my muscles over come
Watch my brain over come
Watch my body Listen to me
Because I listen to it
I am called a braggart and a psychopath
I am neither and will not suffer
They come from very weak people
I tried to be a coach
I won't do that any more
I won't PUSH
To MAKE sure that other people
Keep up with me
I will leave you in the dust
In your insolence
In your pride
I am no longer interested
In the travails of others
They do what they do
I do what I do
The sun shines on both of us the same
We just PERCEIVE it differently
I use the energy
If you don't then you are an idiot
Wanting to sacrifice yourself
As if that is honorable in itself
I strengthen myself every day
I don't show my wounds like you do
Begging for alms
Legs gone because you cut them off yourself
I HEAL my wounds by cleaning them out
To clean you must recognize & accept the danger
Denial is a powerful drug
day by day my heart heals more thanks to me its still cracked and sore i say thanks to me because you get no credit that is due i blame my foolish thoughts even though you were untrue the delusions in my head, for which i couldnt see past is why i ended up in a love that didnt last. the thoughts i had of you, were in my heart just dreams they werent the person you are, or want to be it seems. i gave you another chance, as a fool often does, but you turned it into what it always truely was. i tried to make you an angel ,sent from god above, i refused to see that you never meant any of your love. so your life goes on, wrapped in anothers arm trapped in your delusion ,that your heart is free from harm. but you must yet face your pain,while i get better every day, someday you will want to be happy,but my memory will be in your way. so read my words as wise, as to you my heart i pour out, until you change you'll never be happy, of this i have no doubt. karma is a bitch, it goes and comes ar
A few months ago my niece was sent off to a girls home to get help, bc we thought she needed it because she got to the point she was uncontrollable. She comes home every other weekend to spend time with family. Whiile she is there she is in a therapy group. Today December 3, 2013 she had her session. She done her normal routine with the lady and they actually when in a lil deeper into her feelings. It has come out that she has been raped. She told the location where it happened and everything.
It started 2 years ago when she went to hangout with her cousin every single weekend him and his girlfriend. I figured they were using her to babysit. Well all of a sudden she started refusing to go over and when they called for her she always said she was grounded or she already had plans. I never thought anything of it. I should had questioned her. He told her if she ever told anyone he would kill her.
My heart and mind is in a million pieces. I love her to death and I wanna be there for her.
You Wouldn't Dare Predict!
See me as you must, honestly I couldn't care less.
For, I am more powerful, than what you possess.
I wasn't born a bitch, life made me this way.
It came from life lessons, learned the hard way.
Gather your own opinion of me, in that shallow little mind.
The only thing that tells me, is you're not worth my time.
Judgment is not yours to make.
Passing it upon me, was your mistake.
If you're looking for a fight, I can give you one.
Understimating me, is where you went wrong.
I am small but mighty, but don't take my word.
Finding out for yourself, is the method I prefer.
I'm up for the challenge, I'll knock you down to my size.
Pierce right through your soul, with one stare in these eyes.
Like daggers, piercing your heart.
For, you can't touch me, and this is only the start.
Of my tactics, you hit below the belt.
You brought this on, now prepare yourself.
For one hell of a battle, you wouldn't dare predict.
I demand respect, so I'm taking that shit!
Female Orgasm – Squirting 101
The ability to squirt during orgasm is perhaps one of the more elusive and taboo parts of a woman’s anatomy. Squirting can be a huge turn on for guys and it can intensify an orgasm for a woman ten fold. Many people believe that squirting isn’t something women can do at all, but in recent years it has been proven that women can indeed squirt. So what is squirting anyways?
What Is Squirting?
Squirting for women is much like ejaculating is for a man. All women have a functioning prostate gland that starts producing fluid when a girl begins to go through puberty. This fluid is what is ejaculated from the vulva when a woman “squirts.” It does not come from the vagina nor does it come from the urethra, where urine is expelled. It comes from its very own special gland called the Skene’s gland. This gland is present in all women and its sole function is to serve as an exit for a woman’s prostate fluid. Howev
How Do You Know Your In Love
How do you know your in love? Is it when your around them you feel good, you just want to be around them because thats all you can think about, they bring a smile to you and make you laugh. You feel excited just to see there smile, your heart pounds when your with them, its like drennlin going wild. They say love can make a person do anything
Reality And Fantasy
After some recent events, I think its time to talk about the difference between reality and fantasy.
Honestly, we all in some way have a fantasy world to escape the cruelity of the real world. In some cases people take the fanstasy world way to far and thus causes issues. Now dreaming about something that can be atainable is not fantasy, but when someone claims they are something they arent, thats fantasy.I am going to give examples pf both fantasy and reality.
1. Dreaming to become a doctor, singer, teacher or something that can be accomplished.
2. Finding someone that is not of worldly possesions, and that is of true nature
1. Claiming to be something your not,
2. Claiming to know/dated or married someone that never had
3. Wanting someone that is fictional, someone that looks like a fictional character or wanting someone you know you cant have.(Dreaming to date or be in bed is different)
There's so much more examples I can use but I gotm
True Love Found
Here I lie on darkened day... heart ripped out turning to decay.
My baby looked down and smiled at me... saved my heart and stole the key.
She gave me her heart..her soul..her life..she gave my life's breath by becoming my wife.
She is now and will always be my saviour, my truest love.. my honeybee
She never falters she never fails..she sees my love in the little details
I love her completely till the end of days...I'll love her forever in every way
Lori Ann we truly were destined to be..my life would be useless if you were not with me
My baby my love my honey my wife..i give you my world i give you my life
My search has ended.. my journey begun..my life has meaning..My Lori's the one
I love you baby for the whole world to see...I am your husband...your love..Me !
Prayer To Great Spirit
Native American Prayer "Oh, Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the winds, And whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me, I am small and weak,... I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset." (translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
I know this manWho is dear to my heartSuddenly one dayIt was torn all apartThis man taught me every thingThat I needed to knowBut I never really listenedUntil he had to goHe gave me loveAnd touched my lifeIts all over nowHe no longer has to fightHe tried to teach meRight for wrongThe day he leftI wasn't that strongHe is gone nowIt is hard to believeThis man is my dadWho I will never seeBut I will see him againThis I knowThe day will comeWhen its time for me to goSo, I'll hold him dearAnd close to my heartCause the day we meetI know we'll never be torn apart.
This Column Will Change Your Life: Don't Let Your Friendships Die Of Neglect
A friend of mine I'll call Nick (since that's his name) sporadically sends me postcards from his travels around the globe, on which the entire message, scrawled in large ballpoint letters, is "Best wishes, Nick." One interpretation of this is that Nick's a lazy bastard. Another is that he doesn't value our friendship sufficiently to spend five minutes telling me his news. But knowing how often I think about an absent friend, yet take no action to make contact, I'm inclined to conclude that his tactic's ingenious. The crucial thing about a postcard from afar, after all, is the fact of it, not some anecdote about haggling over souvenirs in a bazaar. By studiously ignoring the convention that postcards should contain news, he ensures they actually get sent. The difference between a detailed message and "Best wishes" is far smaller than between a postcard and no postcard at all.
But postcards are vanishing into history. Our post-postcard technologies – email, texts, cheap internatio
ok, done that, now who pays me? :-)
hi all, nice to see you're all happy today!
Mặt Nạ Trị Nám Từ Thiên Nhiên
Nám da là nỗi lo của hầu hết các chị em phụ nữ khi mang bầu. Việc sử dụng mỹ phẩm để trị nám trong giai đoạn này cần hết sức thận trọng để tránh gây hại cho thai nhi. Nếu muốn an toàn, chị em có thể sử dụng một số cách trị nám da với mặt nạ đắp mặt từ thiên nhiên với công thức cực kỳ đơn giản sau.
Mặt nạ trị nám da từ sữa chua và vỏ cam
Ảnh minh họa
Rửa sạch vỏ cam bằng muối. Sau đó cho vào máy xay để làm nhuyễn, thêm một th́a sữa chua và trộn đều. Thoa hỗn hợp trên lên vùng da bị nám, massage thật nhẹ nhàng. Để khoảng 20 p
Nite After Nite
Night after night, stroll out in the darknessDemons in my head got mehanging by a threatTime after time, year after yearOn my own it's such a lonely roadWanna let you know how I feel for youWanna let you know I'd die for you
Maya Angelou Writes Poem In Honour Of Nelson Mandela
The American writer Maya Angelou has written and recited a poem in honour of Nelson Mandela, whom she met in the 1960s when she lived in Cairo.
In the poem, His Day is Done, Angelou mourns Mandela's death, praises him as a modern-day David who slew a mighty Goliath and a Gideon, who freed the South African people. She also marvels at his endurance of racism and imprisonment.
Angelou, best known for the novel, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, was also active in the civil rights movement, and worked with both Martin Luther King and Malcolm X. Mandela read Angelou's books while imprisoned at Robben Island and also recited her poem Still I Rise at his presidential inauguration in 1994.
Angelou, 85, has allowed the US state department to circulate the poem in 15 languages, as a tribute to Mandela "on behalf of the American people".
In the YouTube video, Angelou, wearing dark glasses, says Americans send their souls to South Africans "as you reflect upon your David, armed with a mere st
Maria Callas: The Truth Is She Was Far From Perfect
It is a brave man who dares criticise Maria Callas these days. In the 20 years since her lonely death in Paris at the age of 54 the American-born Greek soprano has been deified transformed almost beyond recognition from the controversial artist whose appearances were as eagerly awaited by some as they were detested by others.
No one detests Callas today, and yet she did not sing a single performance at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York at which she was not booed, nor did she have the pleasure of ever once reading truly enthusiastic (or intelligent) press there. Even at her debut as Bellini's Norma, an event for which I, a 17-year-old student, had queued for three days for standing room in the highest reaches of the Met, she was booed at the earliest possible moment: a sustained note in the recitative before Norma's first great aria, the celebrated 'Casta Diva.' It's not a particularly important note as these things go, and most audiences don't notice it because most Normas have
Just A Thought
looking at my family tree and find out my family is old , we have historically in fort Myers Florida, and something to do with queen anne, I was looking at this ship it was black breads ship , more I dig up I found out more the I wish to know. I know BlackBeard was a pirate, some do with my family house and his wife. no one told me in my family they kept secrets witch I am starting find out . I am still digging , and heading down Florida in the summer. I will be adding to this blog. So I spent some time with family who lived in Florida, its more twists and turns in it and name changes and 2 marriages in it but do know this black beard is my great great great grandfather. 1 wife one kid 13 grand kids my grandmother got remarried after black beard death , that were my last name came from. so they say , but looking in history of great step grand father, no history of that family that gave me more questions then answers, WTF is my family hiding.
Silent Cries At Night
In my dreams I see shadows of you
And in that moment I'm free
Free from the tears and pain of reality
That you are not here with me
But when I wake I'm trapped once again
Finding myself on the edge.
Wishing that sleep had kept me
So that I could be with you.
I can not stand the distance between
our hearts and minds.
Just take me back to darkness
And the safe place of my dreams.
Tell me that you love me
Before night turns to day
Hurry my love tell me
Before the light takes me away.
"twas Two Months Before Christmas"(i Borrowed This From A Friend)
Twas two months before ChristmasWhen all through our land,Not a Christian was prayingNor taking a stand.Why the PC Police had taken awayThe reason for Christmas - no one could say.The children were told by their schools not to singAbout Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would sayDecember 25th is just a 'Holiday'.Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and creditPushing folks down to the floor just to get it!CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-PodSomething was changing, something quite odd!Retailers promoted Ramadan and KwanzaaIn hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.As Targets were hanging their trees upside downAt Lowe's the word Christmas was nowhere to be found.At K-Mart and Staples and Penney's and SearsYou won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-tyAre words that were used to intimidate me.Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf BlitzenOn Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on C
WTH is with new people or green people not having pics of themselves ….Like do u get on here and say ohhh Im only going to get my feet wet?Or …Im going to make another fake account and cyber stalk her? Or IM FAKE 100% account,or IM married so Im only going to post a pic of my car or cat? .....Like why would u come onto a social site to hide? How do u expect people to be social with a pic of your cat?Im just not very trusting of this method of social.Im 100% REAL and honest so can u at least try to show up as an equal.And people with your pics that are 20 years younger then u are, those should be in a OLDER photos file, my gosh why decieve people.IF your skinny, fat ,young, old, purple, gay, pink, married SHOW UP TO THE SOCIAL PARTY AS U! U get what u get with me I dont sugar coat shit for NOONE!
~* BE REAL*~ Its the best U there is!
This makes twice that I have written to you today...I am not sure why that is....perhaps it’s because you are my only reality....maybe I should play the game as everyone else or maybe I shouldn’t be here at all....I’m finding it difficult to distinguish if either would make a difference....if I did play the game....it would only be for one reason....and I refuse to go backwards to become wat I allowed myself to before...perhaps I need to let go....stop being selfish....just the thought of that kills me...but maybe I am beyond it all...not big enough...strong enough or powerful enough to break through my own burier....money and sex really are the route to all evil....I’ve never had that much of one....but I’ve learned from experience just how evil the other truly is....I don’t know how to make the world around me understand that I am bigger than what they see....perhaps it’s because I’m not....perhaps I am just kidding myse
"a Little Fun With A Buddy Of Mine Some Years Back"
Unfortunately, the man above got so engrossed in her activity, that he lost the rhythm. The guy on the bottom kept going and now, the other one decided to try the alternate systm, he'd thrust all the way in as his partner was pulling out. That way the slut would always have plenty of dick to keep her occupied.
"Mmmmm.. you guys are really fucking me good. pump hard. I want to feel every inch of your big black dicks." And they tried their best to accommodate her. It wasn't hard now that the momentum was going. Everything was building so fast, Pretty soon thety'd be shooting it all over her.. She was getting fucked from all angles, dicks flying full speed inside first her pussy and then her ass.
Yes, this was just what she wanted. "Stick it all the way up my ass. Yyyeeesss, that's it, just push it up. I can take it. Now rip my pussy open, stretch it as far as it'll go. you got it boys. Fuck, you're fucking me so fucking good i can practically see stars."
Trish's nerves were all stir
Originally posted in 2007. Times haven't changed..
posted on 09/13/2007 @ 05:09 am
Where has 'sincerity' gone?
Ok first off I'll apologize for this rant I'm about to have. Perhaps it's hormones or just MAYBE it's an actual point. What ever happened to true and sincere men? Has a space ship landed on earth, abducted them all and left insincere a$$holes in their place? People are always asking me the most annoying question in all the world.. "Why are you single?" Well gee Enstein, if I knew the 'WHY' then I probably wouldn't be.. don't ya think????? Being sweet, caring, understanding, loyal, and not so hard on the eyes (or so I'm told) obviously isn't enough. And while we are on the subject, why is it that I'm always the girl men want to f@%k but never the one they want to settle down with or even have a real relationship with for that matter. They have no problems talking to me behind their gf's back, making propositions, promises, etc.. Even willing to cheat on their girlf
Message In A Bottle
A message in a bottle Thrown out to sea Hoping my soulmate will find it And come searching for me A message in a bottle Filled with many hopes and desires Praying that one day They all will transpire I walk the beaches at night My mind wandering aimlessly Wondering if the one I love Will sweep me off my feet gracefully All alone knowing that Words will never be spoken Because our love is separated By a tremendous ocean A message in a bottle Left this very shore Tossed out to sea So that love will be lost no more Thoughts of you How can it be? When I have no picture of you Painted in my mind visually Will he think I’m crazy Or just crazy in love Or maybe he’ll think I’m heaven-sent Like the angel Gabriel from above Too many days have gone by I long to feel your embrace Wrap my arms around you And forever share the same space Without you I feel an emptiness in my soul Me plus you Will make this broken heart whole This letter has traveled the raging waves
What Lies Ahead...
I feel as if I’m on a roller coaster ride...filled with highs and lows....the ride is an emotional one...but one more than worth embarking on....I know that once this ride comes to a stop...I’ll be right where I belong...where I should have been to begin with....my eyes are filled with so much hope for the future ahead of me....love guides my way and I admit that obstacles and illusions blur my vision sometimes...the crazy part of my mind goes to battle with the sane part...and the sane is no match for insanity...it takes over and I start to doubt while being filled with overwhelming sadness....I wasn’t built to feel a little bit of anything...all of my emotions are full force or nothing at all....I can’t be a little sad...a little happy or a little in love...if I am feeling anything period....I am feeling it intensely....that’s just the way I was designed....I am SO connected and just focused....I have to be reassured....I can’t help but
Before you wanna be an asshole with your girl, Think about this... While your ignoring her , another guy is giving her attention . While your giving her problems , another guy is listening ..While your to busy for her, another guy is making time for her. While your making her cry, another guy is trying to make her smile again, When your not sure if you want her, Another guy already has that figured out.. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT MEN...
Phát Tờ Rơi Kêu Gọi Nhân Dân Giao Rượu 29 Hà Nội
Số nạn nhân tử vong v́ rượu nếp 29 Hà Nội đă lên đến 6 người. Quảng Ninh đang khẩn trương in to roi thông báo khẩn cấp về loại rượu cực độc này tới từng tổ dân phố, chợ, cơ sở kinh doanh để người dân nắm bắt t́nh h́nh, giao nộp rượu nếp 29 Hà Nội.Ngày 8/12, Sở Y tế Quảng Ninh cho biết, đă có thêm hai nạn nhân tử vong sau khi uống rượu nếp 29 Hà Nội. Hai nạn nhân đều quê ở thị xă Phủ Lư (Hà Nam), trước khi cấp cứu tại Bệnh viện Đa khoa Quảng Ninh đă uống rượu tại Cẩm Phả ngày 7/12. Hiện hai nạn nhân đă được gia
There's a particular loneliness about being 18 and not having a boyfriend. It's worse when you've been asked or at least received hints from nearly every boy in your school. I hadn't even started, yet I couldn't wait to be finished with college. My friend Jenny was in the same boat. She was certainly attractive and had received the same lectures as me. She probably would've had the same attitude as my sister if it hadn't been for me. We would talk for hours about boys and who liked whom but I would always steer the conversation back to sensibility. She would discuss her frustrations and I'd discuss mine. It was becoming increasingly clear that we were both curious about sex and the occasional eavesdropping of sexual conversations at school were only throwing fuel on the fire. The fire was exactly where it began. It was my turn to spend the night at Jenny's and her parents had gone to Aspen for the weekend. They'd left us enough money to supply us with pizzas and movies fo
The Same Way I Came In
Right or wrong, I simply don't care.
Don't say you understand, don't you fucking dare!
You do not understand, you don't know the pain.
With no end insight, and nothing to gain.
They move the pawn, as you strongly push on.
Being secretly weak, through all that's gone wrong.
The wall I have up, is my only self protection.
I couldn't care less, about your jaded perception.
Judge me by my size, and the smile that you see.
I dare you, to underestimate me.
I haven't made it this long, by being fragile and weak.
You provide me with more layers, my survival technique.
I stand tall, and I cannot be moved.
I arrived here on a mission, with something to prove.
Through swollen eyed tears, I laugh in your face.
Is that you got; you're such a disgrace!
You could never break me, but I give you your props.
Kudos for trying, but heres where it stops.
I have stepped outside, my very own mind.
No more blood tears, for once I'm not blind.
As every heartbeat, takes a little more away.
I Never Had The Chance To Be
I have to keep reminding myself that I am worth it...otherwise I could easily run out of breath....many think that words are just that...but certain words stay with you forever....mind over matter is a powerful tool...I use it every day....as my mind replays every last detail....I have to keep it occupied...any and every way that I can....since life itself hasn’t gifted me with the option of forgetting....I rely on other sources for that...altho it is always short lived....my mind reminds me of everything I am trying to drown out....I have even considered hypnotherapy....but I also have a fear of not being in control of my own thoughts....eventho I clearly have no control as it is....if I could forget....then I wouldn’t miss things I never had....I wouldn’t remember just how forgettable I was....how easy it was to throw me away...how effortlessly they threw those punches...and how my swollen eyed pleas had no effect....if I could forget...then maybe I woul
His Big Surprise
It was a rainy night. The lights shone like silver on the streets lighting his journey home. The moon lit the sky and the rain cleared the stars danced across the heavens as he glanced at them momentarily, remembering nights shared on a patio with his lover. The ride home was going to be a long one and Mike was exhausted from a long days work. It had been weeks since he had been able to see his lover, Amy. Long days spent reminiscing over the last visit they had together. Her face and smile still etched in his mind he was eager to see her once again. Work had been so busy and family life had gotten even more hectic. He missed her, but knew that it wouldn't be long until he saw her once again. As he pulled in the driveway his cell indicated a text message had been left. A smile came to his face knowing that it was surely from Amy. "I can't wait to see you and feel you once again. I have a surprise for you sweetie that I am sure you will enjoy." He read the text message and
Who Am I
Who Am I
i am a 27 year man,
i am a man of simple needs, a woman who luvs me and a family of my own
i iam the king of my castle, but my kingdom means nothing without a queen,
i am a brother, a son, a father, a friend,an uncle.
i am a student and a teacher
i am a lover and a protector
i am a freak and proud to be different
i am a boy of heart but a man in life
who am i??? i am me and and nothing else i could be
The Cabin.. Page 2
As she watched him, each of his hands made their way to each of her thighs. Slowly they crept their way down over her skin, the tips of his nails digging ever so softly into her flesh. His eyes followed his own motions, and as the palms of his hands brushed about midway down her legs he paused. Cupping his hands slightly, he pushed his nails a bit more firmly into her skin and used the heel of his palm to press into her aching muscles as his hands moved to the inside of her legs. Pushing upwards along the length of her legs, the force of his motion.. combined with her own uncontrolled body response caused her legs to spread apart slightly the further he went. With her legs spreading wider he moved his body across hers, and knelt between her near the mid length of her thighs. His hands continued to press upward, massaging the muscles of her legs as he went, and awakening her senses as his nails dug even deeper into her skin. As the tips of his fingers grazed along the s
"a Hot Time With Two Lovers"
Jocelyn and Barry led the way in their car while i followed close behind in my truck. Their waterfront home was only a few minutes away from the store. As they pulled into the driveway i pulled in behind them and trailed then into their place.
It was open plan with kitchen looking out over the pool and canal outside. being the middle of the winter i figured we wern,t going to play out there. Instead, Barry lit a fire in the fireplace to warm up the living room. There was a comfortable looking sofa not far from the flames and right in front of the fireplace was a plush white rug.
And armchair sat oppsite the sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Barry andJocelyn took up positions on the sofa while i slumped into the chair.
"So how's this work?" I asked naively.
Jocelyn looked at Barry, who raised an eyebrow. "how do you mean?" He asked.
I shrugged. "You guys have done this before and i haven't. I guess i'm just trying to get me head around it all.'
Jocelyn responded. "Mea
"a Hot Time With Two Lovers"
Sometimes another couplke. Jocelyn and i have a very strong but open relationship.'
"And we only play together," Jocelyn put in. "Never alone."
I looked at Barry. "So if i'm really enjoying fucking jocelyn, that's not going to bother you? You're not going to mind?"
Of course not!" Barry assured him. "The more everyone enjoyes themselves the better it is." He turned to Jocelyn. "Right, Honey?"
"Absolutely. " Jocelyn's eyes were on me, a faint smile curling the corner of her mouth. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Play with me as if i was your own woman."
"If you feel a bit uncomfortable at first, mAN,' SAID bARRY "jUST SIT BACK THERE AND WATCH US FOR A WHILE, AND JOIN IN WHEN YOU FEEL READY."
I NODDED. "tHAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA."
sO DID. After emptying my pokets, removing my shirt and taking off my shoes, i settled back to watch the action unfold before me.
Barry and Jocelyn started off by kissing heatedly and caressing each other through their clothing. Jocelyn was
Tác Dụng Của Nha đam đắp Mặt Nạ
Nha đam có tác dụng ǵ?Nha đam hay cách gọi khác là lô hội có tác dụng làm đẹp rất tốt cho da, khiến cho làn da trở nên tươi tắn và điều ḥa được độ acid, làm săn chắc da, thu nhỏ lỗ chân lông, giúp làm mịn da, ngừa mụn… Sau đây, xin giới thiệu một số tác dụng của nha đam làm mặt nạ thông dụng hiện nay:
Mặt nạ tinh chất nha đam
Ép phần thịt bên trong của lá nha đam tươi lấy nước. Lọc qua bông để được nước nha đam nguyên chất. Nhỏ 2, 3 giọt nước nha đam với 4, 5 giọt nước sạch và thoa đều lên mặt. Có thể cắt phần thịt lá nh
*** Amazing!!! *** Grind a handful of rice until u get a fine but coarse flour. Add a few spoons of raw honey to the mixture along with enough apple cider vinegar to obtain a thick paste. If the cracks are very deep, add a spoon of olive oil. Soak feet for 20 minutes & gently massage with this paste.
rice- grind to a flour form
apple cider vingar- add few fulls spoons
raw honey- few spoons fulls
If deep cracks
spoon full olive oil
Sick Of The Bullshit
I'm sick of the bullshit.And all of the lies.You are being selfish,And it's really not fair.I'm sick of your carelessness.I'm sick of all your lies.You don't realize what your doing.You really need to open your fuckin eyes!!!These people your associating with,Are never gonna change.When will you realize,Your so called "best friend",Is fuckin deranged.You ever hear the saying?,Fool me once,shame on you,Fool me twice, shame on me.How gullable and naive can you really be?!?!It's only a matter of time,It will happen again,And you will be sorry.And in the end when it's all said and done.You will be the one in the end hurting,Cuz you will be the one left with no one!!!
More Things I Laugh At On Fubar
In no particular order.....
this is a classic... but understated laugher... good girl thats never seen attention gets flooded with so much she gets addicted..... shoulda stayed a good girl. I used to pity you, now I laugh at you.
bling chasers..... oh yes, its gotten worse than ever before, the instant a new one comes out.... 18 (vast understatement of the year) statuses go up "i'd love the new bling, send me the new LE bling, can I get (insert name here) bling please?" why dont you just ask for a car , or diapers, or something tangible to help your life? the number of broke hos amaze me. btw I dont care"what you'll do" for bling, the fact thet youre not willing to open up your own pocket book to get what you want is whats amazing, not the fact that you want it.
the 30,40,50 year olds "sick" of drama on fubar..... yanno you don't have to participate in the drama to have a good time on here, some of you even actively encourage it and participate in it WHILE being sick
I lay here at night thinking boput u baby never know whats going to happen to us i know there is a time that ur going to leave and not want me any more i cant stand being away from u baby ur my heart and soul u took my breath away when we frist talk to each other i cant seem to keep my mind on a straight path cause ur on my mind so much and i am going crazyyyyyy for u baby please come bk to my heart and soullllllllllllllllll
So My Brother Posted This...thought It Was Hilarious, So Yeah I'm Sharing.
HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY1. Feed him2. Sleep with him3. Leave him with peace4. Don't check his phone (Msgs)5. Don't bother him with hismovementsSo whats so hard about that?HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPYIt's really not too difficult but.... To make awoman happy, a man only needsto be:1. a friend2. a companion3. a lover4. a brother5. a father6. a master7. a chef8. an electrician9. a plumber10. a mechanic11. a carpenter12. a decorator13. a stylist14. a sexologist15. a gynecologist16. a psychologist17. a pest exterminator18. a psychiatrist19. a healer20. a good listener21. an organizer22. a good father23. very clean24. sympathetic25. athletic26. warm27. attentive28. gallant29. intelligent30. funny31. creative32. tender33. strong34. understanding35. tolerant36. prudent
Truly finding this time of year depressing. I am unable to get my children anything at all....i am working but just enough to pay bills....i am in a relationship but it seems to be failing.....and i love being on Fubar but can never buy anyone anything.....sometimes i feel as if id be better off not here and i often wonder....would anybody truly miss me.....
Easing me are thoughts of your lips pleasing meTogether with mine brings it to reality and this where I want to beGiving me a long soft kiss that makes me more than hissHungrily sucking on my erect breast that clearly makes me pantAffections you are granting sends my mind into a frenzyI feel you hovering over me and the blows of heat are driving me crazyThrilled by the way your teasing me as I swell with the breezeTongue coming down so tenderly my body gets tense and start to swayNow it begins to dance with me as you slowly finger playLove over flowing between my thighs as you slide your passion deep insideLegs are open wide as I slowly grab your head and guideTongue fucking me so generously and the joyride's a natural high for meBody starts moving eagerly cause its about to reach its peakFor all the sweets that I release passionate's tongue takes over me
10 Ways To Know That He Doesn’t Like You
1.He Never Calls Or Texts First
It's pretty simple: when a guy likes you, he wants to talk to you. And if he wants to talk to you, he's going to text you or call you. Sure, it's fine to sometimes be the one who reaches out, but if you're the only one initiating any sort of conversation, that's a good sign that he's not into you. If a guy really wants to talk to you, he's almost never too busy to send a quick text, so don't be so quick to buy his excuses for why he hasn't gotten in touch.
2.He Doesn't Talk Or Listen
When he does text you or talk to you, what does he say? If a dude is texting you and only sending a one word answer to your long paragraph, that's a sign that he's trying to subtly hint that he's not interested. If he never asks you any questions about your day or about you in general, that means he doesn't care to get to know you. And if you know nothing about him? That means he doesn't want to open up to you.
3.He Only Hangs Out To Hook Up
When a guy likes you, he wa
Life Can Be A Pain At Times
Well if losing my aunt , having my so revisited by seizures, now my dad is in the hospital. He had a mild heart attack today... I'm pretty much ready for a new year and a better one...
REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME
According to the Alaskan Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer, each year male reindeer drop their antlers in early winter, usually in late November to mid-December.
Female reindeer however, retain their antlers until
after they give birth in the Spring.
Therefore, according to EVERY historical tuneful rendition which depicts Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Dasher to Blitzen, even Rudolph, had to have been a female !!!!
We should've known girls ... only women would be able to drag a fat old man, in a red velvet suit, with a sleigh full of toys and goodies, all around the world in one night and not get lost.
"a Hot Time With Two Lovers"
She realized i wasn't quite ready to join in yet when i sat back down in my chair, so she returned her attention to her now naked man.
Barry stood there, lean and muscular with his erect dick right in front of Jocelyn's face as she sat naked on the sofa. Jocelyn was curvaceous with small and petie breasts. She sat with her legs spread wide apart so i had an unimpeaded view of her lucious pussy while she set to work on Barry's dick.
She stroked ot witrh her left hand wile caressing his shaven balls with her right fingerstips, all the while greedily sucking on the head of his shaft.
I found myself wishing that it was my dick she had in her mouth right now. But i didn't have to wish. She was there for the taking. All i had to do was strip off my boxkers and make my way over to the sofa.
So i did.
Jocelyn alternated between sucking her man's dick and mine. Barry had a larger dick than me, but i didn't care. Jocelyn seemed to be equally enjoying both.
as Barry watched his wife's
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.A woman awaits with lips painted red, Her fate from a prince to be offered in bedShe readied herself from the rumors aroundWhen down the chimney he came with a bounce and a bound.Freshly showered and powdered and ready to go,She sensed her excitement beginning to grow.She heard he was handsome of body and face,So prepared she would be with her panties of lace.The door slowly opened, and he cast his big grinShe now knew her pleasure was sure to beginDown to her feet fell her satin white sash.The off came her panties as quick as a flashThen he dropped to his knees dressed in ribbon and bowsHer feverish mound just under his noseThen with a wink of his eye and a twist of his headShe knew that he gave her nothing to dread.As she rested her hands upon his red capShe felt his hot breath warm the skin of her lapWith parted thighs she awaited the oncoming blissWhen Harken, Oh Harken. . . she