I like writing stories about various subjects as well as sex. Some are fiction and others are about real events - hopefully with a humourous slant.
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I only met my father 3 times during my life. Once when I was four - the day he left and then I got curious when I had kids of my own so I traced him - after not seeing or having any contact with him for 40 years. We arranged a meeting and when we did I met my other siblings from his second marriage. I took my then family to meet them all. I do not regret this and my mother accepted this as a perfectly natural thing to do despite it being of some discomfort to her and the other members of her family. It wasn't an accusation of both of my parents neglect - my father's for showing no interest in me and hers for not encouraging communication but just a very strong curiosity about it all. These were their actions and I was not judgemental but the bottom line is they would have had the responsibility for this and the onus was not on me just as your situation was not created by you. If your mother has any strength of character I'm sure she will understand without any surreptitious notes under pillows but a frank open discussion face to face.
In those days I couldn't even spell condom.
Sniztel leftovers from last night's Crimbo party the Czechs have a special day where the kids meet St Nicholas, (a religious Santa figure) an angel and a devil who grill them about their behaviour the good ones get a goody bag, (nobody ever confesses to bad behaviour).
Neutron Dance - The Pointer Sisters Love their version of Fire by Bruce Springsteen.
To me it sounds quite similar to Every Breath You Take by the Police.
Have you read A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens? If not, I'm sure you're familiar with the story at the very least. In it, you never get the impression of any religious overtones (in my opinion, they are very minor at best.) The overall message (and again, this is my opinion) is about remembering to treat your fellow man with kindness and generosity. Spending time with family and loved ones.Many non-believers celebrate Christmas becasue it's a tradition they grew up with... well... that's my best educated guess anyway. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_santa.gif" alt="santa"> I think that some of Scrooge's remarks about ''Humbug''were meant to be taken as a genuine critical statement by Dickens regarding the commerciality of Christmas which was practically invented by the Victorians as society became more affluent.
We're all bent on consumerism and Christmas is a veritable orgy of it. Though I've noticed less focus on it this year. Has anyone else sensed that?
I'm the best guitarist in the world except for this gypsy who lives in France.
My mother always said people get the government they deserve. Part of me hopes he wins as it would appeal to my morbid sense of humour that he's even a consideration never mind one of only 2 candidates.
My wooly Rolling Stones hat.
I hear the words but they don't sink in. My mind can't hold what you're saying. Feeling the years, I'm holding back tears. You're putting a voice to my worst fears. Days used to be brighter and we could laugh at time. Years have gone, we're getting on, being old's a crime. Life burns out in a smoky haze, It gets shorter as the memories fade. One door closes, another one shuts, ...
Added 17 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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We don't meet out on the street but in some secluded corner. Where I gaze into her eyes, wondering who is telling lies. These sweet stolen moments are craved all the time, Inside intense emotions, outside I'm just fine. There are times I've touched her soul and I feel that I have reached her. No common sense to spoil the dream this is not a sordid scheme. Embrace, then she's...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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The day it all started everything seemed normal to the point of mundanity. As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing dominated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of books at the back beside CDs and video tapes of discarded movies. Amongst the...
Added 02 Apr 2013 | Category Love Stories
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Celine. Stare at the screen, Eyes are so green. Only a screen, Can they be seen. She'll always be, A mystery. If we ever met, Would it be to regret? Finger tip, holds down a key. A digital dream that's my Celine. Verse: Electro machine, Can it still mean, Something real, Though virtual. Verse: Willing to go, With this cyber falling. I can't...
Added 18 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Litomerice On the streets of ancient stone we wandered in the snow. Made love every day, our bodies seemed to know. The only choice to hold on tight. Not caring what's wrong or right. It's good to know and feel the pain. Expose yourself to love's domain. Orene is the one I love she's my Prague fantasy, An absinthe dream come true, a new reality. Its not a love...
Added 17 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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The Innocent Audience. My girlfriend Alena and I have a ground floor flat in a three storied house in a quiet Prague Suburb. The windows of our kitchen overlook the back garden which is also joined to the back garden of the house opposite. There is a gate in the fence that separates the two gardens. She is very attractive with long red hair, a pretty face with...
Added 21 Aug 2009 | Category Voyeur
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