Caruso drinking again?

his look in 2006











His look in 2002...


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His look in 2006......






I'm not sure if anybody noticed but David Caruso has aged badly. If you look at pictures from 2002 and now - with only 4 years inbetween - the difference is startling. In epsisode "Rio" you could even see his pot-belly.OK, we ALL age. Some better some worse. Agreed that he is shooting 5 days a week eight hours a day - not always but very often. We know that he had a drinking problem when he was on NYPD Blue. Even if you are manage to dry out the addiction is always looming. Look at Nick Nolte, look at Mel Gibson, look at Pete Doherty.... Carusos face has all the signs of an alcoholic. It is puffy, the lines are deep - especially around his eyes - not even the make-up can cover it up. Maybe the success of CSI Miami has made him careless towards his outward experience. Or the messy divorce from wife number 3 has taken its toll on him. For people with addiction problems it doesn't need much to go back to old habits again. Source: http://imdb.com/name/nm0000325/board/thread/57062384

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Back in 2004 when CARUSO tried to make some news....

Caruso backstabbed Delaney

The (almost) naked truth....

Now

honey, pull down your pants and let us see the goods....

Message from David himself

People do me a favour - LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

I don't want to get any - love letters - fan mail - home-made jam, flowers, underwear. Please don't bother me with your requests for an autograph, stories of your life etc. I couldn't care less. I will never ever meet any of you left alone answer your silly letters again. I have given orders that every letter addressed to my mail-drop at Beverly Hills or to the set on Manhatten Beach will be send back or be destroyed.

I do not wish to get any fan mail anymore. Thanks, David

Source: http://davidcaruso.personalfanpages.com/

CARUSO UNCENSORED

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His properties in LA AND MIAMI

IF YOU WANT TO VISIT HIM YOU CAN DO SO AT THE FOLLOWING ADDRESSES (According to the man himself he LOVES to have CLOSE CONTACT with his fans!!!)





27101 OLD CHIMNEY RD MALIBU,
CA 90265
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1455 OCEAN DR #APT 708
MIAMI BEACH, FL 33139
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14231 MARGATE ST
SHERMAN OAKS, CA 91401
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265 S DOHENY DR #APT 307
BEVERLY HILLS, CA 90211

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Diaries of an Extra on the set of CSI Miami

August 2, early morning hours

"Can I bring my guest anything to drink?" I asked feeling great. "

Just stay where you are." David said. He wrapped his arms around me playing with my nipples. " I made a mistake." He suddenly said.

Huh? I hoped that he hadn't meant me and our tet-a-tet. "You and a mistake? How come?" I teased him. Secretly I afraid of what I was going to hear. To ease him up a bit I stroked his chest and squeezed his ass. He took a deep breath.

"I had a perfect marriage and I gave it all up for a nagging , bad-tempered bitch with no sense for style whatsoever."

"Poor baby." I said.

I didn't know what to think. Of course, I had seen pictures of "the bitch" - some on the set called her that secretly - fat, short, dressed like a slob. He really could have done better womenwise. I also remembered seeing a picture of his third wife - tall, beautiful and apparently very bright. I know this was a dangerous terrain. I didn't want to spoil the evening with angering him. Even if I had made love to him only minutes ago I feared his well-known temper.

"You can always go back to your wife." I suggested .

"Nah, she wouldn't take me...."

"But I'll take you." I said. "Do what you want to..."

"Hmhh....now that's a promise. Turn around honey!"

He positioned himself behind me lifted my ass with both hands and entered me with a single deep stroke. This time he was more tender - there was no rush. He took his sweet time and I appreciated that.

After some time he pulled out and asked me if I could give him good head. He turned on his back and I did the best I could. Funny enough, I liked this even better than the real thing. I could see him getting all excited and his deep moans told me that I was doing a good job.

Not long and his pelvis shot upward - hot come squirting inside my mouth and onto his belly. I tried to swallow it all but it was too much. I liked the rest that I had missed from his belly.

"Jesus, I needed that!" He paned. "A lot of milk, huh?"

"Yes, quite..."

"Come here..".He pulled me up. "You want to hear some dirty jokes?"

I laughed and shook my head. He turned serious. "You're great."

"Thank you." I said. Even if it had been all HIS needs and HIS orgasms I didn't care.

"You know I need to go. Can I take a shower?"

"Of course. If I can come with you."

He grinned. "Mhhhh....."

He showered. I watched him from the door. Well, he has put on some weight and undoubtely has a few more wrinkles then he had back when he started CSi Miami. But his ass - yummy and his dick - let's say he is one big boy.

He noticed me standing there and smiled.

"You like what you see?"

"Oh yes, I do." He stepped out of the shower stall and toweled himself dry. Then he stepped up to me and hugged me. After a long kiss he patted my ass and said:
"Thank you."

"For what?"

"The sex. That you listened..."

"You'll know I'll be there whenever you need me."

"That is nice to hear."

I looked up at him. "Whenever the bitch is giving you a hard time you know where to find me."

"I do."

I accompanied him to the door. A last hug a kiss - and gone he was. I knew I wouldn't see him again.
Maybe on the job - but not at my place. Unfortunately, he has chosen the wrong women. Sleeping around is his way of getting what he needs.

Why I post that? Because it is the truth. Someone who is in a happy fulfilling relationship doesn't need to seek "diversifications".

And DAVID if you're not happy whith what I said or wrote - you know where you find me.

Diaries of an Extra on the set of CSI Miami

August 1, late night

Huh? What was that? I took some steps forward because David had made a move to the side facing the commentator. His expression had changed. He wasn't smiling anymore.
"What did you say?"

"I said it seems like your love-life is like a revolving door. One Latino bimbo out the other bimbo in..."

I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. I don't like it when people argue so I kept myself out of the line of fire. I heard the shuffling of feet, some punching and poking: More angry words were uttered. Obviously, someone had called the police. From where I stood I could see David talking to one of the police-officers.

After a short while he strode over to me. Taking adeep breath he looked at me and asked: "Ready?"

"If you are."

I was relieved that he was okay and that this night hadn't ended in a holding cell. The press would have had a field day.
He led me to his white SUV (Explorer). before he started the car he leaned forward.

"Hey, do I get a kiss?"

While his tongue roamed my mouth his hand reached under my dress - but found no fabric. "What? No udnerwear?" There it was again - that boyish grin. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have fantasized about it while we ate."

"You can do that now - fantasize about it I mean."

"Nope!" He said while he drove out of the parking lot. "Now I'm goingg to get myself a fine piece of ass."

I live in an appartement on the second floor on 854...Melrose.

"This is a nice place - for a hot little lady." David was his old self again. All smiles and charming. We both got off the car. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close.

"Come here! Look what youdo to me!" Through the thin fabric of my dress I could feel his errection.

"Let's go up. People might see us." I warned breathless. I was as hot for him as he was for me. As soon as I closed the door behind us Dravid grabbed me and lifted me up.

"The bedroom?"

"To the left."

I giggled. Is is only a small room - but it has a nice view out into the backgarden. I hadn't bothered with curtains. I liked it when the moon shone through the window. It gave the place a romantic touch. He flipped me onto the bed and before I knew it he had buried his head between my legs. I screamed because it took me by surprise AND he did the most delicious things with his tongue.
Licking, nippling, probing, teasing, sucking...

"Oh Jesus, please let me ....touch you too..." I begged.

He raised his head. His mouth was covered with my wetness. He kissed me. "First things first. I say what we do and when, understood?"

I could only nod because once again his head was buried between my legs torturing me in the sweetest possible way. I relaxed knowing that I wouldn't last long if he continued. Just before I came he suddenly stopped. I groaned.

He slapped my ass. "I say when and how - remember?" Another slap. Wow, it really turned me on.

He got up and undressed. He stood at the end of the bed.

"Come here!"

I obeyed. I knew what I would find - him all big and ready- My lips closed around his errect member and my tongue started to tease his head while my hands squeezed his balls. I could hear him sucking in is breath.

"Yes, that is what all of you want - isn't it?" He hissed between clenched teeth. His hand buried in my hair pulling at it hard. I let him glide out of my mouth and looked up at him.

"Do you want it?" He wisphered on high ropes.

"Yes, please...please..."

He shoved me back onto the bed, spread my lesg with his knees and drove it home. I gasped because it was so hard and sudden. But as he started to move inside me I enjoyed it immensely - harder faster deeper.
Soon my body moved insync with his. I couldn't understand the cuss words he muttered under his breath or if he meant me or all women in general. He started to sweat profusely and his breath became more laboured. Then a deep groan followed by a satisfied sigh as his body shook all over.

He took my face into his hands and covered it with kissed. My muscles suqeezed around him - he was still inside me.

"Stop that." He wisphered. "Or I'll go again."

"Would that be so bad?" I asked mockingly.

He patted my ass. "Relax - you'll get it again but only if you're a good girl."

Diaries of an extra on the set of CSI Miami

August 1, evening

Fortunately (for me) they had to re-shoot the scene I was in. However, I didn't see much of David. He had had a major scene with one "of the bad ones" and that was it.

I was nervous like hell. I didn't know what to wear. Should I dress sexy - stuff that would leave nothing to the imagination? Or should I wear a pair of Jeans and a halterneck top? I have nice boobs and I've heard that David likes it when a woman has "a lot" in this departement. In the end I chose a clingy black dress , black high heels and no bra. The softness of the material - it was lycra - would make my nipples hard with every movement. I've read somewhere that guys liked that.

I arrived at the place half an hour early. I ordered an apple-martini and took a look around. The place was really nothing special. Art noveau furniture, fake China lampions . Only half of the tables were occupied.

He arrived 20 minutes past ten. He wore a stripped shirt and jeans. He greeted me with a broad smile and gave me a look over.

"Nice. Just the way I like it."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Did you already order?" I shook my head. "Just a drink."

He gave the waiter a sign. "I'll have the same. And the menu please."

"May I?" David asked after the waiter had left. He took my half-empty glass and drank from it. "Apple martini? They serve the best apple martini at the Sagamore Hotel in Miami. Have you ever been there?"

I shook my head. "No."

"You want to go there?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, if I have the money."

"Maybe I'll take you...."

He looked at me. The blue of his eyes was brigther than usual.He dipped his pinkie into the drink and held it out to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. We had coconut shrimp and siamese fish. We took turns in feeding each other. Funny enough, he fed me half of his dish while I only managed to get two shrimps into his mouth.

Under the table I slipped out of my heels and put my foot on his lap.Grinning broadly he slipped forward in his chair so that my toes could "play" with this part of his anatomy.

"You're a bad girl." He wisphered.

The drinks had loosened me up a bit. "And you're a bad boy - after what you did to me yesterday afternoon - remember?"

"Oh yeah. And you didn't like that at all - I remember. I felt like drowning in a sea."

I laughed.

"You know what is funny?" "What?"

"All people think that you're an ill tempered bad-ass. But in reality you're nice and sexy..."
I blushed. I could have bitten my lips for saying such a stupid thing.

"I am - sometimes. When I don't get what I want. Do I get you tonight?"

"Do you want me?"

"Yes, I do." "But what about..."

"Shhh...let's not ruin the evening with unimportant things. Tonight it is only you and me, okay?"

"Okay."

He took a piece of French bean and shoved it into my mouth. In and out. "Where are you living?"

"West Hollywood."

"Do you want to have another drink or should we leave?"

"What do you want?"

"You. Right now on this table in front of all the patrons in here.I haven't had good sex in a while and I'm one horny boy."

He payed left a generous tip. On the way out he put his arm around me squeezing my ass.

"Still screwing around, looser?" A deep nasal voice sneered.

Diaries of an Extra on the set of CSi Miami

July 31, late afternoon

Scenes were not going as smoothly as the director wanted. Even my short appearance had to be shot three different times. Everybody was tired. The director allowed us to take a break.

I got me a salad and a soda from the buffet.Only extras and technical crew members dined here. The main cast either vanished in their trailers or went off to ran errands. Eva La Rue was the only one who took her meals with us.

I was surprised as David appeared. He took a plate, put some tomatoes and cucumbers on it.

"You think the lettuce is good?" He asked with a smile, stepping up to me.

I shrugged. "Don't know. I hadn't had one."

"Then you will have one now." He put some one MY plate.He lowered his voice to a wispher. "See you in my trailer in ten minutes?"

With a parting glance he turned and went off - the plate with the vegetables was left abandoned at the buffet.
Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. I combed my hair put on some perfume and - with a lot of anticipation - went to his trailer.

"Did anybody see you?" He asked after I closed the door behind me.

"I don't know." He opened the door and took a look. The make-up girl went by. He greeted her friendly.
Then he locked the door put a hand on the back of my head and kissed me. Not a tender shy kiss. He shoved his togue into my mouth sucking on my lower lip.

"Bubble gum." He smiled as our lips parted. He put his hands on my butt squeezing it. "Listen, the bitch wants me to be home earlier. If I'm too late she will nag the whole week giving me a hard time as always. But I do want to spend some time with you."

I was a bit confused. The kiss had been so good that my brain couldn't think clearly. I didn't make the connection. Furthermore, his hand had wandered from my butt to the front stroking me through my lace panties.

"Can you come back tomorrow?"

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. "If we finish shooting today my job is done here."

I gasped as his finger slipped underneath my lace string. He shoved it into my wetness. With a slick smile he pulled back only seconds later. Then he put his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it. Another French Kiss his tongue licking mine. We both breathed heavily.

"Listen.." He said as he let go of me. He pulled a card out of his pockets. "I've got to change and go. But I want you to to reserve a table at this place. For tomorrow ten pm. Under your name."

I took the card. I had never heard of this place or been there. I didn't care too much for Asian food. "Okay." He pulled me into a bear hug. A patt on my ass a final kiss. "You taste so good. I want more."

"Me too." I said.

Outside I was taking a deep breath. I tried to calm down. On the way to my car I met another extra who played a murder victim. Some of the make -up still clung to his hair.

"Everything okay? You look so...."

"Yes, I'm fine!" I snapped and drove off.

Diaries of an Extra on the set of CSI Miami

July 31, 200...

Like so many before me I audtioned for a small part in the show. Nothing special. Just a woman who skates by while Horatio and his team inspect a crime scene. I didn't even have a line. All I was supposed to do was to look interested while being in front of the camera.

The crew was back from Brazil. Funny enough the mood was bad. No jokes or buddying between the main cast DC was in a difficult mood and everybody was careful NOT to annoy him any further.
Corey had made some last minute script changes for the new episode and looked for volunteers to get those pages to David asap.

Needless to say I raised my hand. Only moments later I was on the way to David's trailer. I knocked . No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. So I decided to be bold and simply opened the door to the trailer. David lounged on the huge bed wearing shorts and nothing else. The suit was on a hanger by the door.

He gave me an annoyed look. "Did I ask you to come in?"

"No. Corey asked me to give you that." I handed him the pages.

"Yeah, whatever."

I looked openly at his bare chest. So the rumours WERE true - he has put on some weight. But he was still good looking - in a rugged kind of way.

"What?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

I was a bit dissapointed. I had put quite some effort into looking my best: mini-skirt, high heels, halterneck top, pulled my hair up into a French knot. I turned to go. Obviously I had made no big impression on him.

"What's your name?" I told him. "Nice legs, M....." He grinned. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Ahem, no..."

"Why don't you come by later on?"

"O-k-a-y." Was all I could stammer. My cheeks burned. "See you then, M..." Outside I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Had that been just a dream or reality?

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