--!!-- A TIME --!!-- Jul 24, 2006 10:21 pm 287 Views There was a time When I thought you were for me. I saw no flaws in my choice; I guess I didn't see. You didn't treat me nicely Despite how I treated you. I cared for you, I loved you And that you even knew. I kept telling myself That you could change your ways. But you proved me wrong Every single day. I didn'|t know what to do then, My heart was already broken. You broke my heart and you used it Like some kind of game token. You gained satisfaction From other people's pain. You never even cared for me YOU DROVE ME INSANE!!! I realize now that its impossible To even be your friend. There is no chance left for me, Our relationship'|s at an end. I can't believe I never saw it before. What had blinded me? Everyone knew this would happen How come I couldn't see? I guess I was overconfident That this would work out fine. I guess I was mistaken, I had crossed the line. Things will never be The way that I dreamed them to be. You don't treat anyone with respect So why would you care for me? 1 comment

MY mysterY woMan Jul 24, 2006 10:09 pm Mood: calm, 315 Views The love-of-my-life is a cross between Charliz, Kiera knightly and Marylin Munroe. She's in bed every night next to me. I love how she feels when I'm holding her tight, Each glance has me on tenterhooks. She's romantic, exciting-- full-blooded female. Too bad that she's only in books. 2 Comments

How tO treat WOMen Jul 23, 2006 10:46 pm 388 Views How should the women be treated??? tricky question na !!! giving them gifts, lots of love, acting like a needy guy. take them to a nice date. making fun of them and making them laugh too. behave like a world claSS GENTLEMAN. 3 Comments , 7 votes

dOnT LAuGh Jul 23, 2006 10:09 pm Mood: cranky, 274 Views dOes ANytHIng aboUT thIS piCTuRE maKEs U LAuGH thEN plEAse poST a COmmENt NOTE-- how is this LAdy DOG going to EXplAIN to her HUsbAND --what had HAppENed TO her?? PLEASE take a larger VIEW oF tHe PicTurE 0 Comments

LoVe IN MySterieS Jul 21, 2006 10:10 pm Mood: bouncy, 269 Views AS MUCH AS MURDER is a staple in mystery stories, so is love. Love may be a four-letter word, or the greatest of the trio of faith, hope, and love. It may appear in a mystery as the driving force behind the plot and the characters. Or it may appear as an aside in a sub-plot, a light spot in a heavy story. But it's there. Even Valentine knew love was worth dying for. An emotion this strong gets a lot of attention. Love has its own special day, St. Valentine's Day. According to legend, the Roman emperor Claudius II needed soldiers to fight for him in the far reaches of the Roman Empire. He thought married men would rather stay home than go to war for a couple of years, so he outlawed marriage and engagements. This did not stop people from falling in love. Valentine, a priest, secretly married many young couples. For this crime, he was arrested and executed on February 14. St. Valentine's Day was off to a rocky start. Love, secrecy, crime, death. Love prevailed, and the day lost its seamy side. Valentine's Day became a day to exchange expressions of love. Small children give each other paper hearts. Adults exchange flowers and chocolates. Everyone has an attack of the warm fuzzies. Valentine's Day was popular in Europe in the early 1800s as a day men brought gifts to the women they loved. Gradually the expectations grew higher, the gifts got bigger, and eventually the holiday collapsed under the weight of the bills. It was revived when the custom of exchanging love letters and love cards replaced the mandatory gifts. A young man's love was measured in how much time he spent making a card with paper, lace, feathers, beads, and fabric. If the young man wasn't good with scissors and glue, the job could be hired out to an artist who made house calls. Valentine's Day grew more popular when machine-made cards became available, and people didn't have to make their own. In England in 1840, the nation-wide Penny Post made it cheap for everyone to send Valentine cards. In the United States, national cheap postal rates were set in 1845, and valentines filled the mail. "Roses are red, violets are blue" was a popular verse on Valentine cards. Other holidays are associated with particular flowers-- the Christmas poinsettia, the Easter lily-- but Valentine's Day has no specific flower. Instead, it has colors-- red, pink, and white. Red symbolizes warmth and feeling. White stands for purity. According to one romantic flower code, messages can be spelled out with flowers. Gardenias say 'I love you secretly'. Violets say "I return your love'. Roses say 'I love you passionately'. Not surprisingly, the rose is now the top-seeded flower of love. Love mostly goes wrong in mystery stories. Very badly wrong. Somebody done somebody wrong. Husbands, wives, and lovers kill each other. Or kill for each other. Stack the characters up in any kind of love triangle, and watch how the angles are knocked off. Love is unrequited, thwarted and scorned. Murders are motivated by real or imaginary love, or the lack of it. That famous novelist Ernest Hemingway said, "If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it". So it goes in the mystery. Justice may win, but love is often the loser. 1 comment

KhAtTi MiiTHi Jul 21, 2006 2:29 am Mood: bouncy, 512 Views Helloooo FRiEnDs(CoOoL nA) Hi hI WeLl gUySsssSSSss (dOnT gEt cOnFuSeD , ItS nO SNAke lAnGuAgE LOL.. ) cHeCkEd oUt NeW sMiLy'S oN IFF cOoOoOoOlEsT tHey R .JusT gOt rEgisTeReD HEre.. aWsoMe sItE GuYsssSSS.. HeLlo mIsS KhAtTi MiThI. rEaD uR bLOg.(iNtErEsTiNg ThOuGh) PS-- sHe'S gOt SomE wRiTinG sKiLLs GuYsSsS ChEcK HeR oUt.. 15 Comments

Return to Paradise Jul 20, 2006 10:11 pm Mood: curious, 336 Views Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here. She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then. But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces. Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now? The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet. Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach. Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby. She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him. Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears. They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises. 1 comment

Wanna have FUN 2nite Jul 20, 2006 3:14 am Mood: curious, 293 Views Well this sounds a bit CRAZY but when every1 is taking abt SEX then y should i be behind..Hey thats not me my friend told me that yesterday. So we went to a PUB(nice place to pick up girls REMEMBER that GUYS).so where we were??? ya i met this Gorgeous lady SANJANA--(cute name na)cuter she was but married huh (BAD LUCK ). --- Sanjana was fair, slim, stood 5 feet 6 inches in her bare feet. Her breasts were 34 C, nipples are brownish chocolatish in color, with black eyes and hair.Sanjana was a lovely woman.(i could tell that Bcoz i was making out with her next night--thats damn luck) She loved to dance. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She noticed too, and my interest didn't seem to annoy her. She was wearing a blue sari, a sleeveless blouse and a strapless bra. Like typical Indian women she had bangles on one wrist, chain in the neck, a nose pin, ear rings, anklets etc. We made eye contact several times, and she didn't turn away until she sat down. Something about me interested her. It could be either my size or my rugged good looks. I am a fairly big guy. The fact that she had been maintaining eye contact for several seconds didnt disturbed me because she was, in effect, encouraging me. Then i approached her, it seemed that she knew that i was comming and was prepared. We had a formal chat. I got to know that her husbands name was AMIT. He was on a tour to Europe. Then i asked her for a dance. I looked directly at Sanjana and said, "U r the most beautiful woman i have ever seen" She blushed at his compliment. (wasnt i bold?? he he). My comments were certainly not offensive; in fact they were flattering but considering the fact that Sanjana was married, it was surprising for her.... Then we parted. The next night she was again there in the bar. I walked upto her and greeted her. she allowed me to have a seat. Then i said--"Even in the tight trousers that you wear the panty lines are not visible. That goes to show that either you don't wear panties or wear thongs. Both are signs that the woman is sexy." "My my." She laughed a throaty laugh." You really do notice things." Then i said--"Why don't we take a walk on the beach?." She said "sure". Except for two of us, there was nobody else on the beach at this late hour. we sat there watching the waves coming to splash on our feet. From where we were, we could still hear music coming from the bar. Sanjana suddenly stood up and walked over to me and said: "I love this song, lets dance here." She held me close as her breasts were pressed against me and my crotch rubbing her navel. we danced for a couple of minutes and a different song came on, she kept dancing. Slowly she took my hands off her back. i promptly placed them on her ass. i just held her ass for a bit and being very aroused at this point myself i started to gently kiss her neck. She noticed my arousal and started to grind me more. She was the one to take the next step. She broke the dance and slowly she began to kiss me and massage my chest. "I just wanted to get you here alone, " i said softly. Sanjana breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought..." i silenced her by moving in and softly placing a tender kiss on her lips. "I'm sorry, " i said wrapping my arms around her. "You kissed me, didn't you?" she smiled uncertainly as she ran her hand softly down his chest. "Lets just go with it, Sanjana, " i moaned through strained kisses. She leaned her head back and looked at me and let me kiss her again.. "Let me in, " i pleaded, my tongue softly trailing its way across her lower lip before parting them softly, my tongue plunging between. Giving in to her desire, Sanjana allowed me full access to her mouth. She gently moved her hands to my head, her fingers caressing myhair. "Oh..." she moaned as my mouth traveled down the corner of her mouth to her neck, lingering just below her collar, nibbling on the skin there. Nudging her legs apart with his thighs, i settled myself comfortably between, both savouring the closeness. i turned her so that she was facing away from him and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. It was so quiet that the small noise of the zipper being undone sounded like a runaway train. She then stood as i, with my thumbs, pushed the straps off her shoulder and she cooperated as i then slowly gets the garment collapse to the ground, revealing her secrets. The two strips of cloth were dragged away by the breeze currents, and with them went all barriers to intimacy. i slid my hands over her shoulder blades and under her arms. As i started stroking her breasts she squeezed the back of my neck, pulling my mouth against hers. our tongues locked together as i kneaded her breasts. This went on for a few minutes more and then she stopped grabbed my hand and went towards the sea She brought me in the water, lay down and pulled me toward her. With that we flipped over and she got on top of me. i squatted on the sand, buoyed by the water as she wrapped her legs around my waist. In this position her head was above mine and her breasts at the height of my shoulders. i tweaked and pulled on her hardening nipples. Then, lifting her slightly with my knees, i brought her right breast to my mouth. i chewed gently on her nipple, then took as much of her breast as i could intomy mouth. She tightened her legs around my waist, pulling herself against me. She stroked my hair as i ran my tongue around. It was obvious by her moans that she was getting turned on. i started kissing her all over and then she quickly started to remove her thong panties. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. As her arousal grew beyond control, she moaned loudly, then cried out, "Oh, yes! Yes!" Locking her face to me, she kissed me savagely. Even in the semi lit atmosphere i could see that Sanjana's pussy was well shaped. The lips were almost bare. 'You are beautiful' was all i said Pulling hard on my shorts,i pulled away from her and leaned backwards. i slid my legs under hers; eased forwards and down, seeking entrance, then up, guiding my erect cock towards her pussy lips. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the head of my cock enter her, but with no hesitation she hooked her legs around me and pulled the whole cock in. With a weird kind of look as she began riding my hard cock. our moans were so loud, so erotic. She was in heaven. She wondered if she had ever fantasized about a cock other than her husband's. Now, it was happening. A stranger's cock was in her and i was doing it to her. i was in a hurry and i was rough with her, intent on gaining my pleasure. With my long strokes i took her deeply. and i fucked her for a long time and brought her, finally, to the point where her orgasm began to build up. Very soon she was rising to a climax. When she started to moan gently, climbing to a climax, she tightened around me. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes; a look of intense pleasure, of some fondness, of longing – all of these things - as, hands behind my neck, she drew my face to her breasts. Unable to hold back much longer i drove my hips against Sanjana, powerfully, holding her firmly by her shoulders and sucking on her breast. She was on her way to a magnificent orgasm . i was rewarded with a cry of delight as she was propelled towards another high. Her face was contorted with passion and her body was wracked by a continued orgasm. Both were gasping noisily as i exploded within her and she shuddered around me, collapsed on each other, sharing that most intimate of experiences as we came together. Sanjana lifted my head from her breast, and we exchanged a sloppy, passionate, exhausted kiss as our pleasure descended to manageable levels. "So that's a job done. If someone were to ask you whether VIVEK had fucked you and you were to reply truthfully your answer would be yes. She smiled and then we left for our places. 0 Comments

A stori's story Jul 19, 2006 10:20 pm Mood: crazy, 359 Views I'd like to tell you a story... It's a story that you might find strangely familiar. Don't be alarmed. Once upon a time, there was a man who was very attracted to a particular woman. At first, she was just another attractive woman... but the more he got to know her, the more he began to feel attracted to her... and the more time he spent with her, the more that attraction grew into a deep emotional attachment and affection for her. But, there was one problem. As his emotional attachment grew stronger and stronger, he also grew more and more insecure. Why? Because he couldn't tell whether or not she felt the same way towards him. Sometimes, she would say things like, "You are so important to me" and "I'm glad that you're in my life"... but nothing ever progressed past the "friendship" stage. There was an occasional hug, an occasional kiss on the cheek from her... and once, she even held his hand for a long time while he talked about an emotional issue. But, something was wrong with the picture. She just wasn't acting like a woman that was "falling in love". She was acting like a friend. The insecurity that he felt became a spiral that amplified itself... and the more insecure he became, the more afraid he grew of "screwing things up" by kissing her or asking her to be his girlfriend. Plus, the more insecure he became, the less time she seemed to want to spend with him. After spending many days and nights obsessing over this girl, the man finally arrived at the conclusion that, if she only knew how HE FELT, she would feel the same way. So, he made a bold move. He TOLD HER how he felt. He confessed that he was in love and that he would do anything to be with her. She looked at him with compassion in her eyes and said, "Thank you... I really mean that... but I don't want to mess up our friendship... you're too important to me...." This only confused the man more. He didn't know how to take it... Did it mean that she really loved him too, but that she was afraid of something? Did it mean that she wasn't ready for a long term relationship? Did it mean that she didn't love him, but that she was trying to give him a hint? Did it mean that he hadn't tried hard enough? Did it mean that he needed to put everything on the line and REALLY let her know how he felt? He finally decided that he couldn't go on like this anymore... he had to be with her. He had to make sure that she knew just how much he wanted to be with her... so, he took a big step - He bought her a symbolic gift and wrote her a long, long letter... again confessing his feelings. And then, the unthinkable happened. She didn't reply. He called her three times a day for almost a week before reaching her. She made an excuse about being very busy and said, "I'll try to give you a call soon, I have to go"... and hung up... but... he never got a call back. Over the following months the man tried desperately to understand what went wrong... and what happened. THE END OK, I'm back. Now, wasn't that a sweet story? Heartwarming, huh? I know, I should keep my day job, and not take up writing romance novels... 3 Comments

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