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"The only person you should try to be better than is the person you were yesterday."
Posted by Caramel55 , Sun Jun 21, 2015 10:23 AM
You support your families, you love your children. You help your sons grow into men, and show your daughters how a man should treat them.
You work hard for kids, yet the most precious gifts you give to them is your love and time.
My son lost his Dad when he was nine years old. There is much he has missed. The months after he father died I would see the hurt and pain in his face. My little boy wore that pain on his sleeve, and still does. Yet he is still his father's son. Loving, loyal, kind, and generous. These are qualities that Dads pass to their children.
My son at fourteen was watching TV. He spoke aloud and I heard it from the kitchen. He said, "Dumbass! Any idiot can father a child, but it takes a man to be a father!" Yeah...his Dad did his job.
To all of you wonderful men that are fathers, bless you all. You are the true role models, you are the real heroes!
Happy Fathers Day!
Posted by Caramel55 , Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:46 PM
I would often say move on. It should be easy, but it is not. I see young girls let their minds, their souls, and their bodies be used because they think they need to allow their degradation to keep their man. I have seen beautiful, intelligent woman warped and twisted by these relationships, their self confidence shattered, yet they stay.
Women here have spoke to me of their abuse. All I could do was sit at my computer screen and weep for them. It was not easy for them to move on, they had heard the advice before. All I could give them was a kind word, a listening ear, a cyber hug, and the tears I shed for them afterwards.
If you can find the strength to walk away, do so. If you cannot walk away, try to talk to someone.
The first time he calls you ugly or stupid, should be the last. The first time he berates you, should be the last. The first time he hits you, should be the last!
A man should make his woman feel as if she is his most treasured gift. If you do not feel treasured, this may not be the one for you.
Each one of us deserves to be treasured.
Posted by Caramel55 , Sat Jul 05, 2014 03:55 AM
I did not hesitate. No I would not have walked away. She asked me why not. I told her yes, I could have avoided the hurt. I then explained to her that I would have also avoided the joy. I would have avoided the child we had. I would have avoided the love.
She asked about the intimacy. Do I miss that? Yes, there is an intimacy of sex with the one you love that cannot be matched by other encounters. The sex is an expression, a physical manifestation of that love. Sex with the one you love.. it is glorious!!!
Do I feel that sex at that level of intensity can exist without love? Yes! But for me, no. It has not been matched before or since.
I went home and tried to think of how I could have conveyed my feelings more eloquently. My words, I felt were not adequate. I read through a book I have and found what I was looking for. They are from Toni Morrison's book "Beloved"
I think that many of you that are or have been in love, or want to be in love will understand these quotes.
“Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.”
“Something that is loved is never lost.”
Posted by Caramel55 , Fri Apr 18, 2014 09:05 AM
The quote is from the book Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald:
“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
Posted by Caramel55 , Thu Apr 17, 2014 05:38 PM
In my fantasy you are lying next to me, on our sides, spooning. Your arms locked around me in a warm protective embrace. My nipples harden as you reach and caress my breast. I sigh as I feel your manhood grow and harden against my body. Your hand touches me, reaching for my pussy. I part my legs ever so slightly, your fingers touch my wetness. When you moan I feel your hot breathe on the back of my neck. Such a turn on.
You roll me over onto my back. Your knee parts my legs open. You have moved on top of me. My legs are wrapped around you. My arms hold you to me. We look into each others faces, and reflected back in each others eyes, is a hunger, a need, a carnal desire so strong.
You take one hand and position your cock at my pussy. You use your head to run up and down my slit several times, sampling my wetness. This is so seductive, my body twitches. The head of your rock hard, throbbing cock peaks at the entrance of my pussy. You bend down to kiss me and as your tongue enters my mouth, your cock firmly pushes into my body. You have literally taken my breath away.
Your strokes into me become more powerful, your mouth possesses mine. Our lips part, and I lightly tug on your bottom lip. As our lips parted your cock has moved out of me so just the head remains. You know before you look at me I have surrendered. Satisfied you thrust into me with such power I feel like I am being split into. I gasp at the pain, but pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. You relentlessly drive into me, seeking your release. My cum oozes out to trickle towards the bed. You release the gift of your semen into me. The heat of your cum fills my pussy, pushing my climax even further . We belong to each other.......