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PREFACE Lord George Herbert is universally acknowledged to be the handsomest man in the English nobility. His form is tall and muscular, but of a perfect symmetry. His features are handsome but manly and of a ruddy bronze colour acquired at sea



She jumps a little as the engine roars back to life, the car carefully maneuvering around her as she starts to weep, her worst fears coming true
“god damn it, where is he” I say as I finish putting my makeup on. It had been six months since we started dating, and he said he was going to take me out somewhere nice for dinner



Adventures in Surat of a Young man with his neighbours and other females-1 The story is by one of my friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.
Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘impure’ things as a youngster



This is a companion story to my earlier "Joan's Week as a Motel Slut". It is not a continuing story line and may be read independently. However, if you enjoy one you may enjoy the other.. Reader comments, opinions and feedback are welcome


I hate where I work. In fact to say I “hate” it is an understatement. When I think about all the jobs I could be in, I get sad and angry at my present situation. I work in a dusty warehouse called Knappers, where I pick orders for local shops, day in, day out, 2pm until 10pm


My world fell away from my feet. I stumbled back onto the sofa and stared at Emma's message. Last night in a drunken haze of lust I thought I was fucking Becky. I thought I was doing something that she had given me permission to do. I thought it was her body I was touching



Chapter 1 I guess this all starts with my aunt who is a professor of archeology at a university in California
How I ended up there I don’t know. I was the new guy in the office and on my first trip. A few of the senior guys had dragged me to a few bars that they knew and we had all had a good time
10:14 am Thursday Mark felt like he was playing the main part in the movie GATACA as he sat in front of the mirror trying to remove every last piece of hair from his body save for his head
RING-WORLD Anubis Reborn As to ‘the Great Council which is at the judging of the dead’: they are Thoth, Osiris, Anubis, and Isdes. -Egyptian Book of the Dead Squeezing the ice-blue gel onto his fingertips, Brian looked into the mirror as he spread the gel between his hands
Have Hands—Will TravelFirst Sex-- #3 After my parents left for work Le'Lu and I sat on the porch swing with cold lemonade she had fixed. As we swung in the warm breeze, she began talking about our afternoons together
Steph practically tripped out the door, not even getting time to change out of her school uniform. She had spent too much time studying, and almost forgot about her date
D’Oh! Jon sat on the park bench, lost in a world that included only the limits of his peripheral vision. His thoughts centred on nothing, just enjoyment of the warm summer sun that beat down to gently brown off the grass in Hyde Park